Arms full I entered Moira's bedroom. Her bedroom was magnificent, with its own sitting area. It wasn't feminine, but masculine. The furniture was oversized, the wood a dark cherry. The bed was a four poster. The chairs in the sitting area were leather recliners. Between them was a table. They faced towards the bed.
She exited her closet as I entered the room. She was now wearing a floor length white nightgown. It was sleeveless and cut low exposing the tops of her breasts. The nightgown molded itself to her body, clinging to her hips, but it was the upper half that grabbed my attention.
Each of her breasts weren't just laying under the nightgown, jiggling about, but individually encased, their tear shape proudly on display.
"Wow, you look beautiful, Moira."
She smiled, "And you can quit gaping, Pet. Let me take the bottle and the glasses from you. The bucket of ice is for you. I want you to go into the bathroom. I've left instructions for what I want you to do. Don't rush, but don't take too long. I figure you will need an hour.
I marched into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I wondered what could take me an hour to accomplish.
I put the ice bucket down and picked up the note. On the bathroom vanity were razors, shaving cream, a can of Nair, and something I had never seen before, let alone imagined. It was I quickly discovered a chastity device. She expected me to wear it.
Her instructions were simple. Shave, defoliate, rinse, towel off, followed by the cage.
I stripped. My penis was hard. I was too excited to question, much less protest, her requests. I knew if I obeyed I was going to be rewarded with more sexual experiences than I had had in my now 19 years.
When I got out of the shower I was hairless save for the hair on my head. I had removed the hair from my underarms, arms, torso, genitals, scrotum, the crack of my ass, and my legs. My skin felt so smooth. I dried off. My penis reinflated. I looked at my reflection in the mirror before proceeding to the next instruction.
There was a moisturizer she wanted me to apply. It had a nice smell to it. My skin felt weirdly wonderful. I applied it to the length of my erection and to my scrotum. I badly wanted to climax.
I discovered the reason for the ice as I proceeded to the final steps. There was no way I would fit into the chastity device. I needed to make my painfully erect penis not only soft, but small. I gathered a handful of ice, laid it on a damp towel, and pressed it against my genitals. What was hard and swollen quickly became soft and small. I applied lubricant to the ring and the cage. It was a one piece affair, the cage and ring joined by a hinge.
I slipped one then the other testicle through the ring followed by my penis. I then slid my penis into the cage which the lubricant made easy. Where the head of my penis lay was the fastener which I attached to the ring. I then took the straps and fastened them to a a protrusion at the top of the ring. My penis was caged, but still under my control. I picked up the lock and secured my chastity device.
I looked around the bathroom and cleaned up the mess I had made.
Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, not to mention awkward, I gathered up my folded clothes and held them in front of me as I exited the bathroom.
Moira was sitting in one of the recliners reading. She had on reading glasses which she took off. She looked at me.
"There you are. Put the clothes on the dresser. Let me see you. Turn around. Very nice. Where are the keys?"
I answered, "I left them on the countertop."
She stood up, walked past me, entered the bathroom, and exited a minute later. She walked over to the chest of drawers, opened a jewelry box, and removed a gold necklace. She attached the key to the necklace and fastened it around her neck. The chain was long and the key lay out of sight between her breasts.
She sounded a bit emotional when she asked me to turn the sheets down.
I asked, "Are you okay, Moira?"
She actually sounded like she might cry, "I'm very happy, Pet. I don't usually get very emotional, but you have made tonight so special."
I told her I just wanted to please her.
"You have no idea how pleased I am." She removed her nightgown and climbed onto the bed. She beckoned me to join her.
"Lay on top of me," she whispered. We were soon kissing, my naked body on top of hers. My cage manhood nestled against her crotch.
"Is this your first time to be naked with a woman?"
"Moira, it is."
"We'll go slow, Pet. I'll teach you how to make me feel good. Let's kiss some more before we start."
A few long french kisses later she began to tutor me.
She began by insisting I take a detailed look at her body. She pointed out various erogenous zones and then had me touch, caress, kiss, and lick them.
She moaned as I softly kissed her neck, "Oh Pet, you're a natural at pleasing a woman," and groaned as she instructed me on how to handle her breasts. "Very nice, Pet, I like to have my nipples pulled and twisted, even pinched, but it has to be at the right moment. Love bites on my breasts, caressing the underside of each breast, sucking my nipples hard, squeezing my breasts. It all feels good if done at the right time."
I soon had her breasts wet with my saliva, the nipples swollen. She had I thought extremely long nipples. I would have been perfectly content to have spent the rest of the evening playing with her breasts as they reminded me of the breasts I had seen on Playboy models. They were she pointed out sounding justifiably boastful natural, not fake.
She had me stop. I thought my next stop would be between her legs, but she directed me to her legs, then her feet.
"Pet, I love having my feet played with, especially my toes." She wiggled them in front of my face. I had to admit she really did have pretty feet. I had never thought about toes as an erogenous zone, but figured if it made her feel good I was game. I opened my mouth and took her big toe into it.
I sucked on it like I would a thumb. Her reaction was immediate.
"Oh God," she cried out. I thought she was going to orgasm on the spot. I sucked on the other one. She writhed on the bed squirming, rolling her hips. She cupped her breasts, squeezed them, pulled on and pinched her nipples as I continued to suck.
"Stop, Pet. I can't take any more." Her breathing was ragged. I was quite pleased with myself.
She asked me to move out of the way as she rolled onto her stomach.
"Now, my backside Pet."
Starting with the soles of her feet she tutored me as I went up each leg.
"My bottom is very sensitive."
I stared at her ass and told her, "Moira, you have a beautiful butt."
