Author's note: Here's the final chapter. This story was more difficult for me to write, perhaps partly because there is no clear antagonist. It's a little more fun to write when there's an evil character in the plot. Anyway, I hope you like it, and thanks for your feedback.
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The next several days were brutal. I checked my phone a thousand times and yet there was no word from Aydia. I started to text her a hundred times but stopped myself, thinking I would just piss her off even further. I endlessly contemplated what my fate would be. What if she never contacted me? Would she at least release my cock from its prison? If not, what hope did I have at finding someone that could take this cock cage off of me? But at the same time I realized that I missed her. I missed the conversations we had, the feeling of closeness I felt with her. And I missed the sex, despite my pleasure being completely at the mercy of her whims. I cursed myself constantly for being such an idiot when I messed with her phone. I wouldn't have been too surprised if she never spoke to me again.
I immersed myself into work in an attempt to stop my mind from constantly dwelling on my situation. Even that wasn't much help, and I'm sure my boss could tell that I wasn't on my A-game. Finally, on day five of no contact with Aydia, shortly after work I was at the grocery store when my phone buzzed.
'Be here in 15 minutes'
"Fuck!" I said out loud just as an older woman was passing by. "Sorry," I said to her.
I was fifteen minutes away from her house assuming traffic was good. And it probably wouldn't be this time of day. I contemplated for a moment, but knew what I had to do. I texted her back.
'Yes Mistress'
I abandoned my shopping cart and headed to the exit at a trot. I sped to her house as best I could, violating a couple laws along the way as I hoped none of the red light cameras caught me.
I arrived at her door seventeen minutes after I received her text, and quickly rang the doorbell. I had no idea why she summoned me. One possibility was that she would just unlock the cage and throw me out. Part of me dreaded that option. But she also had said that the cage couldn't be unlocked for another week at least. I stood there for a full three minutes and I was about to check my phone to make sure I didn't miss-understand her text, when suddenly she opened the door.
"Hello Mistress. I'm sorry I was late," I said.
"Come in," she said and walked away. I followed her in and closed the door, and caught up with her in the kitchen.
"Aydia, Mistress, I am very sorry for my actions. It was wrong, and I know I broke your trust. I hope that I can prove myself to you and you can forgive me," I said.
She took my hand. "Thank you Brian, I know. But listen to me, not as your mistress for the moment. I know that this whole thing has been a shock to you, beyond what you've experienced in all you past relationships. But as I've said from the beginning, you need to trust me. I have done nothing to intentionally hurt you, and I'm not in this as a game. I really like you as a person. I really believe that if you open yourself up then you will discover that this is what you need. It won't be easy, and I will push your limits. But do you remember the first time I tied you down? Remember how good that felt? Well, it can be better. Much better."
"Yes, of course I remember. But then you... you changed. And it frightened me," I said.
"And you should have talked to me. I know it's scary for you. And maybe I could have eased you into it a little more slowly. Even so, that's no excuse for what you did," she said. "But just know that what I hope to have with you is not just about the sex. It's about making a permanent, unbreakable connection with you. It's about becoming completely vulnerable and trusting your fate to me. And it's a two-way street. I want to show you who I am, completely and fully. Just because I want to be in control of our sex life doesn't mean I don't have doubts and insecurities and feelings. If you reject me I would feel the same pain as anyone else would. Women who take on this dominant sexual role are not exactly viewed in a positive manner any more than are the men that submit to them. The stereotypes are rampant in the media. But we know better. There's a strength in both the dominant and the submissive. I want to experience that with you."
I thought for a moment, not quite sure what to say or do next. "So now what?" I asked.
"I need to know that you are in this of your own choice, that I'm not forcing you into it. I am going to give you this chance to back out. If you really think that you can't handle this, that you don't want me in control of your cock, that you can't submit to my sexual demands, then tell me now. I'll give you the app and the pin and once the lock is enabled again you'll be able to release yourself. But before you decide, know that I want you to stay, more than anything. You are a good man. And also know that I in no way see you as weak because of these roles that we are in. Quite the opposite, actually. But there's no halfway, it's all in or nothing."
I looked back at her, saw the honesty in her face, and also the fear. It was then that I knew how much she wanted me to stay, and that as she said it wasn't just about the sex. I also understood a small part of her insecurities. Still, how long had I actually known Aydia? A week? Two? How could I base my decision on such a brief time?
"What if after a while I can't handle it? What if we figure out that we aren't a good match for each other?" I asked.
"Give it three months. Give us three months," Aydia corrected. "Promise me that you'll stay committed to us for that long, no matter what. And I'll promise you the same."
And here it was, the chance to be free. I'd struggled for what in reality was just over a week, but what felt like way longer. I'd spent hours trying to figure a way out of this. But I also realized in the last couple days without her that I didn't want to lose her.
"Yes, I'll do it," I blurted out before I changed my mind. But deep down I had no doubt about wanting to go forward with Aydia.
Aydia smiled. "Is that how you address me?" she scolded.
"I'm sorry! Yes, I'll do it, Mistress," I replied as I smiled back at her.
"Take off all your clothes," she commanded. I quickly complied, and soon I was standing in front of her naked except for the chastity cage.
She reached down and grabbed my cage and examined it. "Yes, I missed seeing you like this." As I watched her she opened a drawer and pulled out a chain which I guessed was about three feet long. On one end was a round metal hinged loop, which she opened and then snapped around the shaft of my cage. Since the tip of my cage was a little wider, the ring would not slide off and was now secure. The other end of the chain was a leather grip. "Follow me," she said as she tugged on the leash and walked out towards the living room. I quickly followed to avoid any painful consequences. At the same time, a wave of strange emotions hit me as I quickly assumed a submissive role at the end of her leash.
When we reached the sofa in the living room she ordered me to face the sofa and kneel next to the coffee table. Once I was in position, she reached down and attached my leash to the leg of the coffee table using a ring on the chain that was about a foot away from the end attached to me. This prevented me from either standing or moving more than a few inches forward, back, or side to side.
"Stay," Aydia commanded.
