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Your head is fuzzy and groggy from leftover dreamscapes, your eyes not quite wanting to come into focus, and your body is still heavy from being in a deep slumber. You feel the cold smoothness of the steel cage sliding over your cock. My hand and the steel ring that's already around your balls, holding you firmly into place, as the two halves tightly snick closed. Before you can think to either move or to push me away, I have the small steel padlock already in place and snapped shut with a finality that begins to chase your brain fog away.
Your voice husky from sleep, you ask, "Grace?"
You see my satisfied smile in the dim light of the dawn that's just beginning to peek through the hotel curtains. It's my smile that brings everything into sudden sharp focus for you... The many nights of sharing your fantasy, while we were having sex, of you being locked in chastity as you watched me flirt, dance and have sex with other men.
You reach down and feel for yourself that you are, indeed, locked in a chastity cage. You turn your gaze downward and see the glint of metal where your cock once freely rested, and can no longer deny that this is not a dream, but it is your reality.
"Grace, this is a joke, right?" you ask me.
My smile widens for a moment, "No, darling, this isn't a joke. You are now locked away until I decide otherwise."
You watch in stunned silence as I thread a delicate silver chain through the small key and place it around my neck to rest between my perky, full breasts.
"Wait. What are you saying, Gracie?"
You watch as I flip my long blonde hair back behind my shoulder, with my slender hand, the chain with its small silver key, the only thing on my gloriously naked body. You're starting to feel the steel of the cage beginning to squeeze against your erection.
"What I'm saying is, no more talk, beta male. You will stay locked in chastity for the rest of the weekend. If, after we return from your high school reunion tonight, and I bring back the hottest guy there to fuck me while you watch, and you don't find yourself not only enjoying it, but already craving the next time; I'll unlock you on Sunday morning, and we'll chalk it up to an adventure and nothing more." I tell you as I stand, the pale sunlight, skimming across my generous curves. "I'm getting dressed to go down to the hotel gym for a workout. Go back to sleep, if you can. I'll be back in an hour and a half for a shower. I'll see you then. Love you," I tell you as I walk towards the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
You feel your heart pumping in your chest so hard it vibrates your rib cage. Your cock is also thumping along in time with it, which causes the metal cage to squeeze tighter. More blood pumps into your cock at the thought of me bringing someone back to the room to fuck me later tonight. You feel torn for a moment, I wasn't doing this just for you, was I? You stood up and walked to the bathroom, the weight of the cock cage unfamiliar, as you softly knocked on the door, "Grace, talk to me for a moment, please. Would you please open the door?"
I opened the door a moment later, dressed in a bright blue sports bra, a black and blue tank top, black leggings and my black tennis shoes. My long hair is up in a high ponytail, teeth freshly brushed and face freshly washed, "Yes, cuck?" I ask you once the door is opened.
I see your eyes glass over for a few seconds before you ask, "Grace, you're not doing this for only my benefit, right? Please, I need to know that you're going into this because you believe it's the way things should be or, at least, you're willing to be open to the idea."
"Oh, I'm very much onboard with giving this a real try. No, not just for you, but mostly for myself. You're a decent enough lover, but after hearing you tell me how there's so much better out there for me to explore and discover, I've decided that that's exactly what I'm going to do. Now, move, so I can get to the gym before it gets busy. I'll see you when I get back," I tell you in no uncertain terms.
You step aside and allow me to pass without further argument. The last thing that you see before the hotel door swings shut behind me, is my perfect ass, with just the right amount of jiggle, and the flash of my white blonde ponytail, like a signal to give chase. One that's buried deep in your subconscious, but that comes suddenly roaring towards the surface. You feel the squeezing of your cage against your hardening cock, once more. You're starting to get the feeling that that squeezing sensation is something you'll be feeling a lot of from now on. That is, if everything works out the way you're hoping it will.
For now, you need to take a piss and get in the shower. Looking down at the cage that has your cock securely locked inside of it, you come to realize how complicated some things have already become due to this fantasy. You have faith that you and I have what it takes to navigate any difficult or rough waters, however.
After you shower, you come to find that your cock cage is noticeable in just about every pair of shorts you brought with you to Phoenix. One exception being your khaki shorts, so you pull those on and a navy colored t-shirt that I say shows off your well-defined shoulders. Slipping your shoes on, you start your way down to the dining area to grab some breakfast. Even though you know that no one else would be able to notice that you're wearing a cage, you can't help the feeling that it's a flashing red light for everyone to see. You feel very self-conscious as you make your way through the crowded room. You make yourself a plate with scrambled eggs, a biscuit with white gravy, fresh mixed melons, and a cup of coffee, and you sit down to eat.
As you throw your trash away, you grab an orange, a cup of yogurt and an apple juice to take back to the room for me after my workout.
Letting yourself into the room with the key card, you hear the shower going and yell that you're back. After putting everything in the mini fridge, you flop down on the bed to flip through the channels on the television while you wait for me to finish my shower. You think you hear me say something, so turn down the television to ask what I said. Just then, the bathroom door opens with steam rolling out through the door preceding the appearance of me with laughter evident on my face, wrapped in a tiny hotel towel. Right behind me is a guy that I'm leading by the hand, a good foot taller than me, with a towel loosely tucked around his waist.
You stand up quickly, automatically on the defensive, before what your eyes saw, actually computes inside your brain. The smile on my face, that I'm holding the man's hand, and the obvious fact that I just showered with him, all seemed to slam into you at once. Your knees give out, and you sit back down on the bed, your teeth slightly clicking together.
