Night Our In Chastity Prologue

Hope couldn't believe she was doing this. Her heart fluttered, staring at the stainless steel contraption that lay in her hands. A blush spread across her cheek at the thought of what she was about to do.

It felt heavy in her hands as she raised it. Heavier than you'd expect from a latticed metal tube. She'd be able to feel it. A constant existence reminding her of what she wanted. Would it swing between her legs as she walked? Would it form a bulge that prying eyes would have no trouble detecting after a quick scan of her lithe body?

Her free hand grazed across her thighs. Letting the little tingles of arousal fan the flames just a little bit more. Her back arching as she moved just a little bit faster and wandering a little closer to the sensitive organ between her legs. Already there was a slight bulge rubbing against her panties with each unconscious thrust of her hips.

"Hope? You in there?" Came a knock at the door and a jingle at the handle.

She shot up with a start. The chastity cage bounced off her bed and onto the floor with a hollow thud.

"What was that? You okay in there?"

"Yeah. It was nothing." she called back, scrambling to the floor and inspecting the device, "just dropped my makeup kit."

"Yeah? Didn't sound like a makeup kit," the vice replied before dropping to a low teasing octave," hmmm, sounded more like a little bullet vibrator dropping to the floor. Did I mayhaps interrupt a pre club jack off session."

"Emma!" Hope shouted mortified. The already prominent blush on her cheeks spreading to her chest.

"You know I get it. Lot of cute girls at the club. Accidentally brushing past swaying dancing bodies in tight dresses who would be more than happy to get their hands on a cute little thing like you. Walking around with a hard on would be quite embarrassing."

"Emma. It's - not -"

"Then again. Maybe it's better if you do show off a little. From the glimpses I've seen anyone would at least be curious, They'd go 'Oh. Oh Hope,-" Emma's voice turned from teasing to a high pitched mock, " 'Wow that looks sooo impressive. Look at it twitch. Let's take it out so I can get a better look. Wow sooooo goooood. Maybe just a little touch. Maybe a kiss. Mmmm maybe just a little lick."

The teasing turned into a loud outburst of laughter while Hope just stared daggers at the door. Hoping her intentions pierced through and struck at her roommate with a blazing fury.

"I'm just kidding...kind of," she snickered again before returning to her usual tone, "but you should consider coming with us a little more dressed to impress you know. Something to say 'wow. That girl cleans up nicely you know.' Cause I know you would look great."

"Thanks but I'm not really looking to 'dress to impress' you know. Just a night of drinking and dancing," assured that the metal contraption was unharmed she set it on her dresser. "Besides, I don't really even have a clubbing dress."

"You can borrow one of mine. Might be a little tight in the chest area but shouldn't be a problem." Hope could hear the slight smirk and cupped her breasts instinctively.

"Yeah yeah, how nice of you," she replied with an eye roll, "but really I am good."

"Hmmm maybe I could lend you a vibrator then. You can finish off what you were doing."

Hope slammed on the door eliciting a hardy laugh from her roommate. "Alright alright I'll leave you be. Just wanted to tell you Brooke and the others said they'd be late and to just meet them there."

"Alright. Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll be out."

" 'Kay. Guess a few minutes is all you really need."

Another slam at the door but the click of heels had already wandered away. With an exasperated sigh Hope began the final touches of her makeup. Applying a light pinkish reddish shade of bush to her pale cheeks and just the thinnest line of mascara to bring attention to her bright blue eyes. Though in the strobing lights of the club she was sure no one would really notice.

Running her fingers through her hair she let the long bright red curls cascade down her shoulders. Right shoulder thrust forward and angling herself and pouting her lips she imitated one of the many faux sexy poses she'd seen from Emma.

"Yeah no. Definitely not for me," she said, breaking out in a fit of giggles.

Smoothing out her top she ran her hands along her slim frame. The sleeveless top was a dark shade of crimson. The shade and cut that looked good hugging against her but wouldn't draw too much attention in a crowd. Highlights of black along the edges would draw the wandering eye to her exposed contours of her lightly toned stomach which she was proud of for coming along.

She fiddled with the large black buttons. The top most was already undone but would she be able to get away with another one. Going from just exposing just her collarbone to a hint of cleavage.

She cupped her slight breasts, they weren't too much of a handful but Emma had always described them as nice and perky. Hope's mind turned to Emma and how her more gifted features would have already created a tease of soft creamy skin on just the first button. And how the second a valley that wandering eyes could get lost in for days.

What would she be wearing today? That tight black crop top that left barely anything to the imagination. A low cut dress that plunged to the point of indecency. Hope had never seen her in one before but maybe a skin tight bodysuit that would perfectly outline the curve of her breasts. Allowing them to jiggle with just the slightest step. And on the dance floor, she could only imagine...

"Fuck." Hope cursed. Her cock that had softened from Emma's interruption had quickly gained new life. Bulging against her denim jeans and the sensitive underside rubbing against the soft lining of her panties.

"Might be a little tough to get you on now." She picked up the cage. The cold steel against her fingertips sending another jolt of arousal through her. Her other hand tracing the outline of her bulge.

She shook the thoughts away and tried to calm her rapid breathing. The light blush blazed to crimson as she undid her jeans. The head of her engorged cock peeking out from her blue panties.

A tentative tap on the head sent a shiver through her. "Guess it has already been a week huh?" she mused, biting her bottom lip and forcing her hand away. "Think that's a new record for you."

Falling back and letting her red curls fan across her bed she eyed the little device and then let her gaze fall to the six inches that now stood at attention. It was laughable really the timing of it all. The package arrived right when she had to go out. The sudden opportunity to go out caged after a week of denial. A fantasy she didn't even know she had, brought about a little twitch every time she thought of it.

But the cage barely contained a quarter of her erection. And her attempts to gently push down while the metal bars grazed her sensitive organ didn't help the matter. With a sigh she let the cage balance and her hand wander to still covered folds of her pussy lips. Her gentle ministrations and teasing leaving a wetness that encouraged a change in panties.

"Or maybe I just take care of you now and put the cage on." Yet without the frustration of denial the thought of going out didn't seem as hot. More awkward and uncomfortable. But when was she gonna get a chance like this again. She didn't intend to last this long. Maybe a day or three. But being called on for overtime and Emma seeming insistent on binging through taskmaster had left her little time to take care of it.

"Maybe..." she tentatively peeked out her door. She knew the other two weren't around and it seemed Emma wasn't lounging around. Satisfied she quickly stuffed her cock back into her jeans and strode out. Attempting to be swift but silent as she strode towards the freezer and began shifting through the frozen contents.

"Grab one for me."

Hope jumped and turned to see Emma standing in the middle of the living room. A hand to her hip and a questioning glance. "Well?"

"..Um... Huh?" Hope stammered out. Stunned part from the shock and part from Emma's outfit that complimented her so well.

Her shoulder length hair dyed half midnight black and half blazing scarlet was set in soft curly waves that framed her face, drawing attention to luscious ruby red lips. The long sleeved black top hugged her figure and a small heart shaped window provided more than a generous view of her milky white cleavage. Her eyes fell down to her exposed navel. A small pudge that added to her allure than detracted was adorned with a small glimmering belly ring that showed a confidence Hope had come to expect from her roommate. And to make it even worse for Hope's strung up nerves she was out in just a pair of tight black laced panties that outlined her puffy pussy lips and hope had to do everything in her power to keep her eyes on her roommates eyes instead of wandering elsewhere.

Emma began to approach with a slow stride. Hope's breath caught in her throat as she felt cornered in her own living room wondering if she had seen the now raging bulge. The combination of embarrassment and pent up hormones left her frozen between her roommate and the fridge.

Reeling back, a jolt of heat running through her as Emma reached out.

"Mmm, we're gonna have to restock soon," Emma said, reaching past hope and leaving the red head confused.

"Ahh. Hmmm?" Hope watched dumbly as Emma pulled from the fridge two deep blue popsicles, "thought we were gonna save those?"

"I know I know," Emma replied, tearing away the plastic wrap of one with her teeth and handing the other out, "but their going to be late so thought we might as well get a bit of a sweet treat before going out. That's why you decided to take a break from your lovely little session right?"

"I wasn't..." Hope pouted, heating up as she was unable to deny that as her roommate's brown eyes twinkled with mischief. Though the cold blueberry flavor of the ice pop soothing her strung up nerves.

She glanced at the ice pack sitting at the back of the fridge. She couldn't figure out a way to explain why she'd need to drag that back to her room but the shock of the moment seemed to have softened her a bit. So she began to rush back, hoping that she could just squeeze the rest in with a bit of gentle prodding. Just had to hope her imagination behaved in the meantime.

"Wait wait," Emma laughed playfully and wrapped her arms around Hope from behind in a big hug as she passed by, "sorry, but it's just too fun to tease you."

"I know I know," Hope just grumbled but melted into the hug, nestling back her head into her roommate's shoulder. Letting the subtle wafts of almond and vanilla and the blueberry of the popsicle ease here into her roommate's grasp.

"But I'm just saying. You were busy and I barely saw you this week. Might b a good chance to cut loose. Have a few drinks. Dance," the two began to sway a little in the middle of the living room and Hope just let herself relax into the invisible rhythms. "Get laid even."

Emma giggled at the last bit and Hope rolled her eyes, escaping from her roommate's grasp, "I don't need to 'get laid'. I'm perfectly fine ..."

"I know I know, Little miss innocent couldn't possibly even consider finding herself in a steamy, hot and heavy one night stand where she could pound out all her pent up frustration," Emma mocked with a giggle. Ignoring the red heads pout and instead eying her inquisitively, "which is a shame because I know a few girls that would love the chance to ease all your pent up frustration."

"I'm not..." Hope broke away and began heading towards her room with a blush tinting her features, "I am perfectly fine."

"Mmm you're not?" Emma mused, grabbing Hope's arm and turning her around to face her, "you're not frustrated? Wanna play a game then? Our usual, fun little game."

"N-no," the tint had turned to a full on flush of redness as her roommate's lips curved to a predatory smile.

"I know. Staying soo good aren't you." Emma stood just an inch or two taller but now seemed to tower over her with a presence, "Little. Miss. Innocent." Her voice turned low, sweet arousal honey every word. Warm breath whispered in her ears spread along the nape of her neck, leaving little trails of heat in their wake.

"Emma...I..." Hope didn't try to move away, the shiver running through her sapping all strength from her legs. When Emma once again wrapped her arms around her once more, tighter, closer, it became impossible for the aroused redhead to make any distance.

"Not a dirty thought in that head of yours is there," a voice slow and leading and just a hint teasing, "Soo focused on work and studies. In your room all day and night. No time for those... distractions is there? None of those dirty thoughts that would leave a diligent girl like you distracted and desperate is there?"

Hope didn't know what to say. Emma's soft words wrapping around her like a veil that separated her words from ever leaving her mind. Hope's smaller breasts now tightly pressed against her roommates, her hard nipples crushed against the impossibly supple flesh.

Emma's hands wrapped tighter and pressed closer. Soft languid strokes of her foot across her exposed ankles that made Hope wish she had worn something a little looser. The fingers dancing along her spine that had her arching her back so she could give more of herself to her roommate.

Yet throughout it Hope did not moan. She knew the game. She knew Emma was trying to get a rise out of her. It was part of their little game. If she moaned she would lose.

Despite the tingling all along her body that made her want to melt into her and cry out for more she refused. She wanted to win and choked down the moan with whatever will she could muster. She'd done so before and could do so again.

But oh wow did she feel sensitive. Every touch and whisper seemed to send a jolt through her. Spreading all along her sensitive skin, running along her spine to tip of her desperate cock that demanded attention and back up to like a hot bolt of lightning to her mind. The shock slowly wearing down her resistance.

The final stroke to collapse her resistance was when those ruby red lips brushed against the curve of her ear. Just grazed against it ever so softly. Coaxing Hope to grit her teeth, her hips violently thrusting forward between her roommate's soft thighs.

Even separated by a barrier of denim the sensuous friction was enough to tear from her lips a long drawn out moan. Her body now controlled by her heated nether regions no longer caring for how she must have looked.

The throb of pleasure caused her to grip on the ice pop to loosen. The delectable treat falling onto the black and white carpet with a splat. A panicked shriek escaped her lip and she quickly separated from her roommate and rushed to the sink.

Meanwhile Emma just laughed, hands drawn to her knees in support, careful not to drop her own, "Whoops," she said between heaving breaths, "On the bright side, guess I won."

"I was looking forward to that," Hope grumbled, soaking the ground with rags and discarding the ice pop with sadness.

"I'll get you another one. And we should probably hurry. The others may be late but that doesn't mean we should. " she said, beginning to make her way back to her room. Hope struggling not to watch the curve of her cheeks stretch the fabric of her panties with each stretch.

Emma then spun on her heels and turned to look at hope. "Unless," their gazes meeting as that twinkle never left her brown eyes. Her scarlet lips softly met the tip of the ice pop. Just a soft tap of the tip that had Hope unable to look away.

Then came the tongue that just flicked out. The little melting drops caught by the swift movements. Movements that curled just the head in soft circles that grew faster and faster.

Hope tried to look away. Will herself not to get caught in such an obvious trap. But Emma kept her gaze fixed on Hope's. Those brown eyes trapping the bright blues in a penetrating gaze. An intensity that made it impossible to look away from that lapping tongue.

Then she stopped. Her tongue paused just at the tip and Hopefound her breath pausing with her. Her lips upturned in a victorious smirk, her tongue found the base of the frozen treat and slowly drew up. Soo very slowly. From the base. Inch by agonizing inch.

As her tongue traveled up Hope's hand instinctively travelled down. Not fully understanding why the display had such an effect on her.

Finally the long tongue finished its seemingly endless journey. Dancing along the tip for just a moment. In a coup de grace Emma drew the treat between her lips. The tip and nearly half the frozen treat disappeared. All the while never breaking eye contact with her excited and struggling roommate.

"Would you like to share," Emma burst out laughing and ran away as wed globs of tissue paper barely missed her, "you really should take care of that before we go. It was wayyy too easy this time."

Hope sat in a huff as Emma half jogged back to her room. No longer even embarrassed at the blushing, throbbing sight she must have been sitting on the floor. The waves of frustration and arousal long enshrouding any shame.

Her throbbing cock and dripping pussy demanded attention. Demanding her to just rush into her room and quickly stroke and finger herself to an explosive orgasm courtesy of her roommates teasing. A thought that drew from her lips another soft moan.

Despite that there was a part of her that found herself hungry for more. Emma was being more feisty than usual. Turning to the fridge Hope couldn't help but let a wild fantasy play out. One she knew she'd regret in an hour when she was trapped but that didn't stop her from grabbing an ice pack and rushing back to her room. Pressing the cold press against her groan she groaned at the ice cold touch against such a sensitive and heating organ.

Before long it shrunk down and she was able to slip the cage over and secure it in place. The lock hung in the keyhole and Hope's heart beat rapidly as her flaccid organ began to already fight against the bars of the cage demanding attention. The soft tapping of fingers against her pussy lips spurring on its fight as Hope's knees began to buckle from the tightness. "Guess you're properly trapped now buddy."

So eager was she to just spend the next hour exploring the limitations and frustrations in her new cage that the sound of footsteps letting her know Emma had already gotten ready drew a whine from her lips as she ripped her hands away.

With one last look at her now trapped organ and its free but needy companion she turned the key, the soft click drowning out the world for a second. She held the little silver piece of shaped key to her freedom, the horny devil on her shoulder urging her to keep it in her room. Be truly helpless to the unlikely but possible ministrations her week denied and recently teased body would undergo.

But eventually the rational and hopeful part of her mind won out as she shoved the key safely at the bottom of her purse, before a wicked thought slipped through and she instead lipped it along a thin strand of silver and let it hang between her breasts before meeting up with Emma. All the while her mind was running wild with worried excitement at what she was doing to herself.