So that's how I met Hazel. Meeting her could be described as a turning point in my life, but that would be an understatement. From that day, I was hers.
Hazel had kept me in chastity after I had eaten her out that fateful night, and she had told me to go home. I didn't cycle home that night; I don't think I could have: my head was spinning so much. Instead, I walked home next to my bike, her juices still covering my face.
When I got home and showered, I caught a look at myself in the mirror with the cock cage on. At first, I had consented almost immediately, not really knowing what it was, but the reality of my situation was slowly starting to dawn on me. With the chastity cage on, I couldn't touch myself, couldn't cum, I couldn't even get an erection without Hazel's permission. My cock was hers now more than mine, and I shuddered a little at that realisation. Hazel had told me the device was merely a precautionary measure meant to ensure my loyalty to her, but I was starting to think she had more sinister intentions.
The next time I saw her was in our Jane Austen class, and she took her usual seat next to me. She acted normal, almost as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The time I had spent in chastity, coupled with the fresh memory of her pussy on my tongue, made it hard to concentrate, as I found myself becoming increasingly aroused, my cock straining uncomfortably in its cage. Somehow, I felt that Hazel knew what was going on in my mind, and from the way her eyes would go from looking at my own to my crotch, I knew that she was enjoying it.
At 4 pm, I had finished all of my classes and was getting ready to head home, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
"Be at mine by 16:30," Hazel wrote.
I felt my throat constrict. What had she planned this time?
I cycled through the empty suburb streets as fast as I could, not wanting to be late. I arrived at hers earlier than she had asked, and was planning on taking a few minutes to collect my thoughts before knocking, but I saw her looking down at me through one of the windows on the 5th floor. She smiled as our eyes met, and gestured for me to come in.
I tried pushing the door open, and found that it was unlocked. I knew the way to her room, so I slowly made my way to it, my heart beating faster with every step I took.
"Hi Josh," she said to me as I knocked at her bedroom door. "Please come in."
"Have a seat," she instructed as I made my way into the room.
I sat down on the bed next to her.
"Josh, I think there's something you should know," she said, looking into my eyes. "I think you understand now that the nature of our relationship has changed. Your chastity cage," she gestured towards my crotch, "means I get to decide when and how you use your penis. This of course gives me a lot of power over you," she smiled at me, an innocent smile, "and I think it would be good that I start taking on a more dominant, nurturing, role. I think that would be best for you. What do you say?"
Not wanting to disagree with her, and not fully knowing how, given the leverage she now had over me, I thought it best to comply.
"Oh, uh, yeah sure," I answered, finding it hard to meet her gaze, "that sound's good".
"Good boy," she replied, and laughed lightly, seeming satisfied with herself.
"Our first order of business, I think, would be for you to undergo a few, uhm, aesthetic changes, shall we say," she said, looking at me. "I like my boys to be smooth. After all, I make an effort to shave every day, so why shouldn't you?" she explained, gesturing to herself and then to me.
"Josh, I want you to go take a shower now, and shave every part of your body, until you are completely hairless below your eyebrows," she ordered.
I was extremely surprised by her request, since it seemed very unusual. I had never thought about shaving in that way: it had always seemed to me something only girls did. I couldn't help but wonder why exactly she would want me to go through this. No ex-girlfriend of mine had ever asked me to do something of the sort. At the same time, no ex of mine had ever put me in a chastity cage, either.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I did as I was told. She had laid out some razors and shaving cream in front of the shower, and I did my best to shave as she had directed me. After about half an hour, I emerged from the shower, wearing a towel around my waist. Hazel was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. She looked up at me, and smiled.
"Good boy!" she said approvingly, "let's have a look."
Without warning, she pulled down the towel I had been wearing. I tried in vain to cover myself, as she circled around me to inspect my work.
"Not bad for a first attempt," she said, "you'll get better with practice. Now Josh, how about we play a game?"
Happy to move on from this surprising situation, I replied with enthusiasm, and went to put on some clothes.
"Great!" she said, "Let's play some chess. You do know how to play, don't you Josh? Each game lasts 10 minutes, so we each have 5 minutes to make our moves. If I win a game, you have to do a dare of my choosing. The inverse applies if you win."
"Oh, totally! That sounds fun," I answered. It did sound fun; I was actually rather good at chess, or at least that's what I believed, so I was looking forward to giving Hazel a taste of her own medicine. Maybe I could be the one on top for once.
The first game started well, though I quickly understood that Hazel was no amateur. Her opening technique was perfect, and I found myself having to focus intensely on each move from the very beginning. I lost control of the game about 15 moves in, and ran out of time trying to think of a way out.
"I win!" laughed Hazel, excitedly. "That means you need to do a dare for me," she said. "I want you to... put on one of my panties," she said.
"What?" I stuttered. I hadn't expected that at all. I had hoped for an easy dare, but knowing Hazel I had expected something crazy, though nothing could have prepared me for this. Was she being serious?
"You heard me," she laughed. "I'll go pick them out for you," she said, standing up and walking to her closet.
I sat there in front of the board, aghast, as she returned with a pair of pink Victoria Secret panties.
"Go ahead, put them on," she said, barely containing her excitement.
My cheeks burning with embarrassment, I pulled off my jeans and underwear, and put on her panties. The initial feeling was very strange, and the pair she had given me felt skimpy and revealing. The chastity cage made things easier, I thought, because it stopped my penis from slipping out, or worse, getting hard.
I put my jeans back on, and returned to the board.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she chuckled, "just play."
Although I was even more determined to beat her than the first time around, this game went even worse than the previous one, and I was checkmated in a way I hadn't anticipated.
"Oh my god! How could I have not seen that!" I exclaimed, getting angry at myself.
