Literotic asexstories – Becoming Hers for Good by slameks,slameks
Geoff got fired again.
His boss was a nice guy. Not concerned with the possibility of a tattooed punk with unkempt hair scaring off customers from his gas station. He could even tolerate Geoff casually stealing snacks off the shelves. But he stopped being so forgiving after catching him high on the job.
Nothing new for Geoff, this was already his seventh job since finishing high school a little over a year ago. All his friends left their small town to go to college but he stayed behind, stuck here.
His parents kicked him out of their house as soon as they could, forcing him to get a job so that he could rent an apartment. No time to think about college, not that he had the grades to get anywhere.
Working low effort jobs for minimum wage allowed him to pay for his shitty apartment and still have enough cash to spend on drugs and alcohol. That is, as long as he only ate instant ramen or fast food.
While he wasn’t expecting to keep his gas station job for long, getting fired today was quite inconvenient for Geoff. Rent was due in two days and Geoff was three hundred dollars short. He planned to ask his boss for an advance but that plan was bust now.
His landlady made it absolutely clear last time, if he didn’t pay exactly on time he would get evicted immediately.
The brief period of sleeping on the street still haunted him. No, he still had enough time to make enough money to placate his landlady or at least pay for a motel before he could find a new place to rent.
Geoff nonchalantly stuffed his denim vest pockets with aspirin and left the local drugstore, on his way to a rave he heard about taking place tonight. He hoped to find some clueless high school kids that he could sell anything, claiming it’s drugs.
If he gets lucky, he could maybe score with some girl and get some use out of his apartment while he still can.
As night fell he managed to sneak into the club without having to pay the entrance fee.
Loud noise that passed as music these days blared from the speakers.
Working his natural charm for about two hours managed to make him about seventy dollars selling ‘ecstasy’. He even got a nice buzz for free by drinking leftover beer from abandoned tables.
Leaning against a railing while clutching warm lager, Geoff looked for his next potential customer.
Someone bumped into his back.
“Oops, sorry!” Geoff turned around toward the familiar voice.
A girl with light brown hair in a bun, wearing a white blouse and jeans. She was only a few inches shorter than him.
He recognized her, Kate Rivers, his ex-classmate. ‘Ms. Perfect’ with As in all her subjects. Textbook teacher’s pet. He used to make fun of her behind her back, even though she used to let him cheat off of her during biology.
“Oh, Geoff? Hi, how are you doing?” Geoff remembered her bubbly personality and how annoyed it made him.
“Hey, doing-uh, fine. What are you doing here? I wouldn’t expect to see you in a place like this.” Even though her good looks and academic success made her quite popular in high school, she was always a little detached and kept mostly to herself.
She laughed as if he said something funny. “I’m trying to broaden my horizons. Listen-” She leaned in closer to his ear so she wouldn’t have to shout over the music. He could smell her fruity perfume. “-my friend bailed on me. But now that you are here, maybe we could catch up. What do you think?”
Why was she showing interest in him? They haven’t been even remotely friendly since elementary school. “Well, I don’t know, I’m kind of, uh, working right now.”
She laughed for no reason again. “What do you mean? Are you a drug dealer or something?” More laughing.
“Sort of, yeah,” he admitted with an awkward smile. For some reason he was having trouble keeping up his rebel-tough guy persona in front of her.
She was no longer laughing. “Oh, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He scratched his head looking for an exit. “Could I maybe buy some from y-”
“What?” he asked with genuine surprise.
“Well, if I buy some from you then we can, talk for a bit, right?”
“Uh, yeah, sure I guess.” He pulled out one of the pills and reached out his hand to her.
“What is it exactly? Nothing too strong I hope.”
“You’ll just get a light buzz, don’t worry-”
“Okay.” She quickly took the pill and used his beer to gulp it down.
When did she become so carefree? This girl was the class nerd and now she is taking-what she thinks-are illegal drugs and drinking his beer. She didn’t seem drunk. Was she just that desperate? Maybe she always had a crush on him?
He realized that he was just staring at her and not saying anything.
“So uh, let’s sit down so we can talk,” he motioned to a nearby table in a quieter part of the club. “Would you like some water or something?”
She sat down. “Yeah, I’d love a vodka tonic, thank you.”
Drinks were not really in his budget but the price of one cocktail probably won’t make much of a difference.
“How much was the pill by the way?” she asked.
He charged only ten dollars for the others. How much would she be willing to give him for it? It’s not like she could refuse now that she took it.
“Well usually I charge twenty-five, but you get a friend discount so only twenty.”
She could definitely afford it, her parents were filthy rich and always took good care of their princess.
“Thanks,” she exclaimed and handed him twenty dollars with a smile.
The bartender was surprised to see him ordering a drink after seeing him take abandoned beers all night.
The vodka tonic only cost four dollars. If he wanted to have a chance to pay rent he would still have to sell a lot of pills tonight. He could just ditch Kate and get on with it, but if there was even just a little chance that he could hook up with her, he had to take it.
She was intensely staring into her phone as he handed her the drink. “Here you go. What are you doing here anyway? I mean in town, I thought you went off to college.”
He sat down across the table from her and nearly fell. The chair was missing one of its legs.
“Careful, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt now would we? Just sit down here,” she said as she patted on the chair next to her. He obliged and sat down next to her.
“I did go to college, but I dropped out-” How could she have any troubles at school with her grades? “I decided to have a gap year and figure out what I wanna do with my life, you know? Not just follow the path that everyone else set out for me, I don’t want to wake up one day and realize that I haven’t been living my own life.”
Geoff stared back at her, reevaluating what he thought of her. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I also decided to have a gap year before college. See how things turn out,” he lied, trying to impress her.
“With your grades maybe something more like a gap decade or two.” She gave him a cheeky smile and took a sip of her drink.
He was taken aback by her comment but decided to let it slide and smiled back.
“And what’s your day job? Or do you do ‘distribution’ full time?” she asked.
He took a big gulp of his stale beer, stalling to come up with something more impressive than the truth. He looked into her emerald eyes, clutching his glass. Fuck it.
“Actually I used to work at the gas station on Somerset road, but I got fired today. That’s why I’m here, selling.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! It’s their loss.” She put her hand on his arm. “They just lost me as a customer.” Not that he ever saw here shopping there. “Do you know what you are gonna do next?”
“Not really,” Geoff was relieved that she didn’t mock him and continued his honesty streak. “I already got fired from most places around town.” She sipped her drink. “And before I get to finding a new job I have to get money for rent somewhere fast, or I’ll have to sleep on the street again.”
He finished his beer with one big gulp. She looked at him inquisitively with her big doe eyes. After a moment of awkwardness he decided to break the silence. “I’m sorry, guess I over-shared a bit. Don’t know what got into me.”
“Not at all.” She slid her hand onto his hand. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Listen if you need a place to stay, you could stay at my house for a couple of weeks.” He could hear the pity in her voice and hated it. “My parents are away in Europe so I have the whole place to myself. You wouldn’t have to pay me anything-”
“Thanks for the offer, but no.” He was sure she just wanted to keep him around because he was more of a failure than her. “I couldn’t impose on you like that. I like my independence and-”
“Nonsense. Come on, It’ll be fun,” she insisted.
She was clearly used to getting her way. Not this time. “Really, thank you, but no. It’s better if I manage to keep my current place than having to find a new job and a new place.”
“All right.” She withdrew her hand from his. “Sorry if I got a little pushy there,” she said with an apologetic smile.
“It’s cool.” He went to take another drink, forgetting his glass was already empty. She didn’t seem to notice it though, blankly staring off into the distance. “Could I ask you for a different favor maybe?”
She looked at him. Intrigued. “Shoot.”
“Could you maybe lend me some money? I’m only missing a couple hundred for my rent this month. I can get the money, but I need to pay in two days or I get kicked out. I’d pay you back as soon as-”
“Sure, I can do that. How much exactly do you need?” She said with uncharacteristic coldness in her voice.
“About four hundred.” She took out her wallet and started counting her money. “Thank you so much! I’ll get you the money back in a week, I promise.” And just like that his money troubles were about to be over.
“Hmm, I only have two hundred on me. Could you come over to my place tomorrow? I can give you the money then.”
“Of course, you still live up on the hill right?” He could remember attending her birthday party way back when.
“Yeah, stop by at like six pm.” She put her wallet back in her purse. “I think I’m going to head out, I’m starting to feel the ‘buzz’.”
“Oh. Okay. You want me to take you home?” Maybe he could still get even luckier.
“No, I can manage.” They both stood up. “I’m really glad that I ran into you tonight. See you tomorrow.” She went to hug him and he reciprocated. She felt so soft. He resisted the urge to try and kiss her.
“Yeah, me too. Bye. Tomorrow.” He stood there and watched her disappear into the crowd, heading for the exit.
He took out the nearly hundred dollars he made today and headed towards the bar. Now that his money troubles were solved he could have some fun.
THE NEXT DAY
Geoff’s bicycle stopped in front of a massive iron gate that led to an enormous mansion. Sleek design, built from polished concrete and glass.
He rang the bell, the gate started opening almost right away. Geoff parked his bike on the driveway and approached the main door. Before he could knock the door opened, revealing Kate.
She looked out of breath and sweaty all over, her hair in a messy ponytail. She must have been exercising just now. Her fit body on display in a loose white crop top with tight black shorts.
“Hi there, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show,” she said.
It was a little after seven pm. Last night got a little wild and Geoff overslept.
“Sorry, I lost track of time,” he gave her an apologetic smile. “Can I come in?”
“Please do,” she smiled and stepped out of the way.
The inside was furnished in a minimalistic style except for obscure postmodern paintings hanging on the tall walls.
The door closed behind Geoff and Kate went further into the house. He followed her into what he assumed to be the living room. She sat down on a leather couch and looked at him. Taking the cue he sat right next to her.
“So, there’s the money,” she pointed to an envelope on the coffee table. “But I was thinking, maybe, we could hang out a bit? I get real lonely, all by myself in here.”
He slid the envelope across the table and put it in his back pocket. “Sure I don’t have anywhere better to be.”
She took the remote and started to browse channels on the TV.
“Listen, I just wanna thank you again for helping me out. I’ll have the money back in a few days. I promise.”
She stopped switching channels and put down the remote. “It’s alright, no pressure. I’m just glad I can help out a friend,” she caressed his hand.
He looked away from the TV at her. The underside of her breasts was showing. His eyes traced up at her body to her face. She was staring right at him. When their eyes met he looked away, blushing. She snickered.
“Oh, uh-I love this show. Did you know they only made it beca-”
She let go of his hand and turned his face toward her. Kate looked into Geoff’s startled eyes and gave him a passionate kiss. She retreated after and waited for his reaction.
They both paused for a moment. Kate began blushing. Geoff leaned in and kissed her back.
She smiled and pounced on him, continuing to kiss him. Her hands held his face so that it couldn’t escape the assault of her lips.
With one hand he moved her body closer, and fondled her breast with the other. As he gently squeezed she moaned into his mouth.
Her left hand slid down to his trousers. She massaged his hardening dick through the fabric.
They parted lips, he picked her up and set her down, with her back on the couch and him on top of her. He shifted onto his knees and lowered his pants to his knees.
She took off her shorts, almost kicking him in the face accidentally in the process. He pulled out a condom from his wallet, opened it up and put it on.
Leaning back on top of her he resumed their kissing. One of his hands again firmly pressed on her breasts, he used the other to maneuver himself into her.
She gasped as his dick entered her.
Their hips began slowly pounding into each other.
Her hands sneaked under his shirt and she raked her nails across his back, leaving faint scratch marks.
He took her wrists and pinned them above her head, kissing up her neck at the same time, trying to take things slow, afraid of being too forceful.
She cried out “Harder!” in between her moans. He obliged and slammed into her. Setting a swift pace.
The leather couch, covered in their sweat, creaked as they shifted their weight around.
He didn’t manage to last very long and slumped on the cushions next to her, spent. Her moans died down, replaced by heavy breathing.
They lay there next to each other on the couch. Her hand under his shirt caressing his chest. His mind began to wonder about what happened, about the two of them.
He got up, straightened his shirt and pulled his pants up.
“You’re leaving?” she asked, frustrated.
“Yeah-sorry. I’d love to hang out some more but I have to go pay my landlady, and I need to wake up early tomorrow. I’m looking for a new job after all,” he knew these reasons were bullshit, he could pay his rent tomorrow and had plenty of time to get a job.
“O-Okay. I understand.” She shifted forward to reach the coffee table and picked up a pen.
He checked his pockets to make sure he didn’t lose anything. She got up and took his hand and wrote her number on his wrist. “Call me.”
“Of course, I will.” He took her hand and kissed it.
THE NEXT DAY
Geoff was sitting on a bench at the local mall, right across from the florist’s. With his rent paid off he still had some extra cash.
He looked at his hand, the ink still clearly displayed Kate’s number. He took out his phone and punched in the number, but then, hesitated.
It’s not that he didn’t enjoy his time with her, quite the opposite. However, he was enjoying just cruising through life with minimal effort, and going steady with Kate just didn’t fit that. He didn’t want to just lead her on and abandon her either.
He couldn’t decide and instead of calling her he just saved her number in his phone.
He stared at the flowers on display. A happy couple holding hands left the shop, they embraced and kissed. He looked to the bench next to his. A dirty vagrant sleeping, using newspapers as covers.
Fuck it. He got up and started walking towards the florist’s. After a couple steps someone bumped into him from the side.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going,” Geoff turned toward the familiar voice. It was Bill Haxley, another ex-classmate of Geoff’s.
“Geoff? How’s it going man? Long time no see.”
Bill was about half a foot taller than Geoff. He could be described as a jock in high-school, except he lacked any of the popularity usually associated with the role. He was abrasive and arrogant, but Geoff was never picky about his friends.
Geoff smiled, genuinely happy to see his friend. “What’s up? Nice to see you. I thought you were away at college.”
“Ah you know, just back in town for a couple days to visit the family.” Bill looked around as if he was being followed. “Hey, could you hook me up with some weed maybe, like old times?”
“Sure, I can get my hands on a little something for you. The prices went up since high school though.”
“Thanks man, you’re a lifesaver.” Bill looked to his side at Geoff’s destination. “You buyin’ flowers? You-” He could see the realization on Bill’s face appear. “Wait, did you get yourself a girl?”
“Something like that.” Geoff scratched his head, wondering why he felt embarrassed about it. “I’m trying to anyways.”
“Yeah man, chicks go crazy for flowers, she hot?”
He considered telling Bill it’s Kate Rivers but decided against it. “Yeah, she is.”
“Nice,” Bill chuckled. “Listen man, I know of a baller house party tonight. That’s what I need the weed for. Wanna come with, like the old times?”
He already set his mind on going to Kate’s tonight. Hanging out with Bill again sounded good too though. Kate wasn’t exactly much of a party girl. It could be his last chance to party in a long while. He could just call Kate later. “Sure. Where’s it at?”
Bill clapped his hands. “You aren’t gonna regret this bro.”
THREE WEEKS LATER
Geoff woke up on the floor in a strange living room.
He struggled to remember how he got here but pieced together that he must have had a little too much to drink and didn’t manage to get home before passing out.
Walking to the kitchen to get some water he had to be careful to not step on the other passed out party goers.
He poured himself a glass and re-hydrated himself.
He couldn’t believe he passed out, that hasn’t happened to him in a long time. Last night’s events were still hazy. He checked his pocket and found 40$, an okay haul.
After failing to find any acceptable job, Geoff decided to become a drug dealer full time. Instead of aspirin he sold weed and alcohol to underage kids.
He wasn’t rolling in money, but he was happy with the effort-to-pay ratio. He saved up enough money for next months rent and some extra, hidden under his mattress. His own little treasure.
He hardly ever thought about Kate anymore. Deciding to keep on living on his own. Making ends meet day-to-day with no commitments. Being content with the occasional one-night stand. Not that there were many.
He never paid her back the money he owed. She was rich anyway, he thought.
The morning serenity was broken by his phone buzzing in his back pocket. He set his drink down and checked his phone. It was his landlady.
He checked the time. It was 5:41. He still had almost a week to pay his rent so what could she want? He stepped out into the backyard through the door in the kitchen so he wouldn’t wake anyone up and answered the call.
“Good morning Miss Tannenbaum. What do you need?”
“Geoffrey, you didn’t happen to leave your stove on or something?” He hated when she called him Geoffrey, only his mother ever called him that.
“No, I hardly ever use it, I mostly just microwave food. Why? Is there some issue with the bill or something?”
“I have some bad news Geoffrey. One of the units in your building caught on fire last night. They are talking about a gas leak or some such. It started somewhere on your floor and spread quickly. No one got hurt thank god-”
“What about my things? How much damage is there?”
“Well… From what I’ve been told by the firemen everything on your floor is burned to a crisp. I’m afraid nothing of your stuff survived.”
As always. Just when things start looking up and he starts getting his shit together, something kicks him back down.
“I still had a week left before rent-”
“Yes, I know. I’ll refund you for that week when the insurance comes through-”
“But I don’t have anywhere else to go,” he argued as if she cared.
“It’s very unfortunate. Maybe try your family or friends.” His family was out of the question, he hated them and the feeling was mutual. “Could you come to the building? The police want to talk to all the tenants to rule out any foul-play. Also the insurance people want a word.”
He didn’t know what else to do. He could check out the damage, maybe something survived.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in an hour. See you then.” He hung up the phone.
Geoff spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon talking to the police and insurance agents. Trying his best to convince them that he had nothing to do with the fire, he didn’t need another headache.
He wasn’t allowed into his flat, but he could see from the hall that nothing was left except charred remains of his furniture. He sat outside on the steps to his building.
He was homeless, again. With only 40$ and some weed in his pocket. At least he still had his bike. Other than that it was back to square one.
Fuck.
No. No time to wallow in self-pity. He can start over. Easy. That’s the advantage of not having much. You can’t lose much either.
There was one pressing issue however. Where was he going to sleep?
He wasn’t about to spend all his remaining money for one night in a seedy motel. He couldn’t think of anyone that would let him crash for a few nights. Maybe he could find some party and sleep there or-
Wait. He remembered Kate and her offer. He was sure she would be pissed about him not calling her and never returning her money. She probably hates him by now, justifiably. What other options did he have though? Worst case scenario he would embarrass himself and she would scream at him. Yeah. It was worth a shot.
He pulled out his phone and called her number. It kept ringing for a while but then he heard her voice.
“Hi, this is Kate Rivers-” Hearing her again instantly lifted Geoff’s spirits.
“Hello Kate I-”
“-I can’t come to the phone right now.” Oh. It’s just the voice-mail. “If you want you can leave me a message after the beep,” he realized he didn’t know what to say. BEEP.
“H-Hey Kate. It’s me, Geoff. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier. I’m a jackass I know. I was gonna pay you back I just-I don’t know why I didn’t.” He wasn’t going to mention his ongoing struggle with commitments.
“I’m gonna cut to the chase, my flat burned down and I don’t have anyone else. I was wondering if the offer to crash at your place still stands, if you can forgive me for being such an ass. I only have forty bucks on me but I promise I’ll pay you back somehow, please, you’d really be a lifesaver… That’s all. Again, I’m sorry for not calling earlier. I hope to hear from you. Bye.”
That didn’t go that bad. He gave it his best shot. What now though? Maybe she wouldn’t hear his message until tomorrow. Or she’d refuse him. He had to come up with some plan B.
Geoff got up and went to get his bike. He would check out the usual spots for any possible parties. He could could sell the leftover weed there and spend the night.
When he got on his bike he felt his pocket buzz. A text message. From Kate. “9pm my place.”
That was fast. And she didn’t refuse him outright. There was still a pretty good chance she would just scream at him in person and send him to hell, but his chances of having a place to stay at went up significantly.
He texted her back. “Thank you so much. I’ll be there!”
Geoff spent the next couple of hours riding around town on his bike trying to locate any alternative place to crash if things went south. No luck. His only chance was to convince Kate.
It was eight fifty as he arrived at the gate to her house and rang the bell.
No response.
He kept waiting, patient. He considered ringing again but he didn’t want to piss off Kate any more than she already was.
After a few minutes the gate buzzed and opened. He set his bike down on the driveway and continued toward the door.
It was open. He didn’t just want to barge in so he knocked anyway.
No response.
“Hello? Kate?” He called into the dimly lit hall.
“Come in! I’m in the kitchen.” she called out from somewhere inside. She didn’t sound pissed off. Yet.
He went in and closed the door behind him. As he walked through her house he could smell home-cooked food. He realized he hasn’t eaten anything today.
He saw Kate set two plates of pasta on the dining table in the kitchen.
“Hi, Kate.” The moment of truth.
She stopped and looked at him. “Hey.”
Her hair framed her face, nearly reaching her shoulders. She was wearing a cream tank top, showing a decent amount of cleavage, and the same blue jeans from the night they met.
“I want to apologize in person. I-I should’ve called you. I’ll pay you back of course. I-”
She giggled. He paused, unsure if this was a good thing or not.
She was smiling. “I accept your apology. Don’t mention it again.” He was relieved. He wouldn’t have to sleep in a park somewhere.
She continued. “Now, I hope you are hungry because I made some food for us.” She pointed to a chair. “Please, sit.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He was absolutely famished. She poured him a glass of red wine and sat across the table from him.
He did his best to eat slow, so as to not embarrass himself by gorging down the pasta too fast. She was very generous with the wine, immediately refilling his glass whenever he had a drink.
They talked about Geoff’s flat burning down along with all his possessions and about how he made his money now. It felt so freeing to talk to Kate again. He could tell her anything and she didn’t judge him at all. He was free to be himself with her.
“Would you like some more?” she asked.
He looked at his empty plate, still hungry. “Yes that would be great. I skipped lunch today.”
She smiled and picked up his plate. When she brought it back full she also set another bottle of wine on the table.
The conversation moved on and she talked about how her parents are going to be away in Europe for longer and how great it is to have someone else at the house. Geoff couldn’t believe how great things worked out. He was about to spend a couple of weeks living in a mansion with a girl that’s clearly into him. Things were looking up.
“Right?” she asked.
Geoff wasn’t listening. He had to improvise. “Yeah, totally.”
“Hmm.” She didn’t look satisfied with that answer.
He finished the rest of the wine in his glass. “So, would you maybe show me around the place? So I know what’s what.” He got up, using the chair to steady himself. He drank way too much and his head was dizzy.
She giggled, noticing his unsteady posture. “Let’s leave that for tomorrow. It’s getting pretty late.”
He looked at the clock on the wall. She was right, it was almost one in the morning.
“Yeah,” he hiccuped and continued, “good idea.” He took a couple steps with great difficulty and had to stop, bracing himself on the kitchen counter. “I think I may have had a little too much of that wine.”
“That’s alright. I’ll help.” She guided his arm around the back of her neck and over her shoulder then she wrapped her arm around his waist, he could smell her fruity perfume. “Let’s get you to bed.”
While Kate lugged Geoff off to bed, his condition worsened by the second. It didn’t help that they had to go up stairs and traverse a large part of the house.
The avant-garde decorations started to look nightmarish in the dark.
As they entered what he guessed to be his temporary bedroom he lost consciousness.
THE NEXT DAY
The sun beamed through the blinds onto Geoff’s face, waking him up from his drunken slumber.
He felt terrible. Disavowing alcohol and swearing to never drink again as he always did after a rough night.
He examined the room he was in. This wasn’t just the guest bedroom. This was Kate’s room. He was in Kate’s bed. Where was she though?
He checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost noon.
There was a strange tightness in his crotch. He moved his hand to rearrange his equipment but instead he hit something hard and metal. He quickly sat up to check out what it was. His cock and balls were locked inside a tight metal chastity cage.
“What the fuck?” He tried to grip the cage and yank it off, but he quickly realized that he couldn’t do that without severely hurting himself in the process.
Geoff tried some bondage and light impact play with a few girls in the past, but never anything like this, and never with him as the recipient. Although, he always wondered how it would feel to give away control to somebody else.
His dick uncomfortably strained against the cage.
He tried his best to remember what happened last night, but the last thing he could remember was stumbling in the dark with Kate. He hoped that he didn’t embarrass himself and demand to be locked up or something. He would have never imagined Kate owning something like this cage or being this kinky.
He looked for the key on the bedside table. No luck. He opened the bedside table drawer. An assortment of colorful sex toys, furry handcuffs, a riding crop. No key in sight.
He quickly shut the drawer. He shouldn’t snoop around Kate’s stuff. No. He’ll just head downstairs, find Kate and ask her to unlock him. They’ll have a laugh about it and she’ll unlock him, done. No big deal.
First he headed to the bathroom, forced to sit down to pee because of the cage.
Except for the cage he was completely naked. He looked around Kate’s room for his clothes but couldn’t find them. Maybe she washed them. He borrowed one of her towels and wrapped it around his waist, giving himself at least some decency.
He arrived in the kitchen. He saw her putting a messy plate in the sink. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was dressed in a sharp business suit with a skirt, heels clicking on the floor as she walked.
He broke the silence. “Hey there.”
“Good morning. You certainly aren’t an early bird.” She sounded annoyed. He probably made a proper ass of himself last night.
She seemed busy, handling some papers and putting them in her purse.
“Yeah. Look, I think I got a little carried away last night. I drunk way too much, I should have slowed down. I’m sorry if I did something stupid or-”
“It’s okay. I dragged you to bed and you fell asleep like a baby. No harm done.”
Nothing happened? Then why was he locked up in this cage?
She walked from the counter and stopped in front of him. Because of the heels she was the same height as him.
“Unfortunately you slept longer than I expected. I have some business to do in town so I’m gonna have to leave you here by yourself. Feel free to help yourself to any food in the fridge. I’ll be back in a couple hours. If you would please-”
“Wait. Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She raised her eyebrow and looked at him quizzically, stepping back.
He started to unwrap the towel but thought against it and stopped. “Keys? To the cage.” He smiled, embarrassed.
“Oh,” she started rummaging through her purse. After about twenty seconds she looked at him, apologetic. “I’m in a hurry,” she took her hand out of her purse and stroked his bare chest. “Would you mind keeping it on for now? I’ll make it worth your while.” She said with a devilish smirk.
He melted in her gaze and nodded his head. “Sure.”
“Thanks babe.” They hugged and she kissed him on the cheek, then she walked off towards the front door. “We’ll talk later. Oh, and if you would, please tidy up around the place a little. Thanks. Later!” With that he heard the door close.
Geoff took a shower and tried looking for his clothes, but couldn’t find them, or his phone and wallet. He had to settle for Kate’s pinkish bath robe that didn’t even reach his knees. He couldn’t find any booze to help him ease off of his hangover either, only empty wine bottles from last night.
For breakfast he made himself some cereal and ate it in the living room while watching cartoons.
Relaxing on the leather couch he remembered his time with Kate a few weeks ago. How passionate and wild she got. He hoped to relive those memories with her soon.
His dick twitched and Geoff was once more reminded of the metal cage. He tried to reach under it but it was too snug. He heard the front door open and close. Kate must be back. He joined her in the kitchen.
He sneaked behind her and put his hands around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. “Hey.”
Kate turned around. His hands now on her lower back. “Hi,” she kissed him on the lips. Her lipstick tasted like cherries. She broke it off and looked him over. “I see you approve of my wardrobe,” she commented with a snicker.
“I couldn’t find my clothes. You washed them or something?” She turned around and walked away. Storing some papers from her purse in the kitchen drawers.
“You haven’t really cleaned much have you?” She said while looking at the pile of dishes in the sink.
“No I didn’t get around to it ye-”
“We’ll work on that. Now then, come,” she took hold of the bathrobe’s belt and walked toward her room, pulling him behind her like a dog. He followed, excited that he was finally about to get out of the cage.
As they arrived at her bed, Kate stopped and kissed him some more. Her hands explored his body under the bathrobe. He slowly took off the bathrobe while kissing her.
She took off her jacket and pushed him over. He fell with his back on the bed and she pounced on top of him, and returned to kissing him savagely.
The cage got more and more uncomfortable, almost painful as his cock tried to get hard. “The- ca- ge,” he tried to remind her between their kisses. She didn’t react and they kept on kissing and exploring each other’s bodies.
She pinched his left nipple. He winced in pain and pushed her away. “Hey, that hurt.”
She was grinning, obviously entertained by his reaction.
She climbed up and reached over to the bedside table. Her knees now on either side of his chest.
He heard metal jingling sounds. The keys? Finally he would be free from the cage. She sat down on his belly and he saw she was holding a pair of handcuffs.
They both paused. She kept looking at him, waiting for his reaction. He tried to sit up but couldn’t with her on top of him.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
He wasn’t sure. This was all so unlike her. He considered saying no. Surely she wouldn’t throw him out for that? Yeah, they would just have regular sex. Well, after she unlocked the cage. But what if he said yes? Submitting felt dangerous, but that only made him want to do it more. Fuck it.
“Yes. I trust you.” He held up his hands in front of her.
She grinned again and cuffed his right hand. She pulled it back towards the bed and looped the other cuff around the headboard and cuffed his left hand.
He struggled a little against the cuffs to see how they feel.
“Too tight?” she asked.
“No, it’s okay.”
She smiled, slid down and started kissing him again. Her weight shifted on the bed. She sat up on his chest again with a satin scarf in her hands and started wrapping it around his eyes, blocking his vision.
“Oh, could you maybe not? I’d like to see you. And could you take off the cage n-” She grabbed his face aggressively, squeezing his cheeks.
“Shhh! Be quiet, all in due time.” She let go of his face and slid her hand into his hair. She bit his lower lip and kissed him.
Geoff was getting more and more excited about how forceful she was. The terror of being helpless mixing in with lust.
He felt her breath on his ear. She whispered “If it gets too much, say ‘red’ or snap your fingers.” She kissed the side of his face and he felt her get up off of him.
He heard her walking around the room, opening and closing the closet, moving things around. In between the sounds she spoke. “I really like you and I want want us to work out. I’m sure you want that as well, otherwise I don’t know what you’re still doing here.” He heard a zipper. “You ghosting me, really hurt you know?”
“I’m sor-” Pain in his right foot. She hit him with something.
“Quiet! Don’t make me gag you.”
His brain told him that this is too much, but his body was more excited than ever.
She continued. “I get it though. Why you didn’t call. You’re a loser.” He almost spoke again but stopped himself in time. “So even when something good bites you on your ass you run away instead. Afraid you’d fuck it up.”
He heard another zipper.
“But don’t worry, I’ll guide you. I’ll show you what to do. I promise you that as long as you do what I tell you to, I’ll be yours. And you, will be mine. You want that right? To do what I want? To be mine? To please me?”
Silence for a moment.
“You can respond to that.”
But he wasn’t sure.
He liked Kate and wanted to be with her. Wanted to be her boyfriend that is, not her servant or whatever. This was all too much for him. He started breathing fast, panicking. Maybe he should tell her to stop this. But will she leave him then? Fuck.
He heard the sound of heels on the carpet and felt the bed shift under Kate’s weight. Her fingers tailed on his chest. He calmed down.
“Well?” she asked.
Finally he decided. “Yes.” She didn’t respond so he elaborated, “I want to be with you Kate. I’ll do anything you want. All I want is to please you. I’d love to be… to be yours.”
He wasn’t sure if he believed it, but he would go along with it for now.
He heard her giggle. “You can’t even imagine how happy that makes me.” He felt her lean over him and kiss him on the neck repeatedly. “For next time. It’s ‘Yes Mistress’ in private.” She slid her hand across his chest and got up again. Sound of heels moving around the room again.
“Now tell me how sorry you are for what you have done.”
“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I should have called.” No sounds for a few seconds. Sharp pain in his left thigh. She hit him again.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
What did she mean? Oh, right. “I’m really sorry Mistress.”
“Good. How are we going to make sure that you won’t hurt me like that again, hmm?” The bed creaked as she knelt between his legs on the bed.
“I don’t know… Mistress.”
The bed creaked again. “I think you need to be punished.” He could tell she said that with a grin on her face.
Her fingers caressed his balls. They felt weird, like rubber. She must have gloves on. She slid her fingers between his ass cheeks. What the hell? She spread something cold and wet around his hole.
He tried to protest. “What are yo-”
“Shhh,” she slipped a finger inside of him. It felt strange, but not painful. “I didn’t ask for your input.” She started sliding her finger in and out slowly. Then she added another finger and repeated her motions. After briefly adding a third finger her hand retreated.
He felt something cold and metallic pushing at his entrance. He struggled against the cuffs, afraid of what was coming next. The metal object got wider and wider as it stretched him open. When he thought his opening couldn’t stretch anymore, it stopped widening and got smaller again. The metal object was now firmly nested inside of him. A butt-plug, really? She pulled on it a few times, but it remained inside.
She snickered. “Let’s get to it.” Was she talking about something good? Or bad? She shifted on top of him. Her knees dug into his stomach.
He felt the makeshift blindfold move. Light. He could see again. He could see her.
Her eyes were covered in heavy eyeshadow and her lips in red lipstick, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had on a leather harness covering her breasts, long black latex gloves almost up to her elbows, and leather thigh-high boots. Nothing covered her crotch but a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair.
Her hand was playing with a key on her necklace. She smiled at him. Glowing with excitement.
“Now then.” She turned around on top of him and sat on his chest. Giving him a nice view of her bare behind.
She tugged at his cage. Click of a lock. She unlocked him! Blood rushed in and his cock instantly hardened as she removed the cage.
“Whoa. Someone’s excited.” The latex of her glove slid across his cock. “If you want me to make you feel good. You should return the favor, don’t you think?” She scooted her butt closer to his face.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good.” She lifted her ass and sat down on top of his face. “You better do a damn good job.” She started slowly grinding on his face. He tried his best pleasuring her with his tongue. This wasn’t the first time he gave a girl head but never quite like this.
He felt her hands on his cock. She gave it a few pumps but then squeezed and pulled as if she wanted to yank it off. His cock was still sensitive from the cage, but he could take a little pain.
She shifted on him, leaning over. He felt her breath on his cock. She gave him one long lick across his cock.
He moaned into her. She started grinding away at his face faster.
Another lick, this time around the head of his cock. The teasing was excruciating.
“Come on. If you want me to suck you off you have to put more effort into it,” she commanded.
He doubled his efforts at pleasing her, desperate for release.
She enveloped his cock with her mouth. He moaned into her again. Her mouth felt divine. She started bobbing up and down on his cock. Speeding up to bring him closer to the edge and then slowing down to keep him there.
This continued on and on. His tongue was starting to get sore. He was no closer to coming then when she started. She expertly kept him right on edge the entire time.
She started speeding up her grinding and working his cock with her tongue. He could tell she was getting close, probably wanted them to come at the same time.
He also sped up as much as he still could. The faster she comes the faster he can come, he reasoned.
Her head went lower. He could feel his cock hitting the back of her mouth, almost sliding down her neck. She kept speeding up. He was so close. Just a little bit m-
She squeezed his balls painfully and removed her mouth from his cock. He held in a whimper. She moaned loudly as she came. She scooted her butt off of his face, and collapsed on top of him. Her head next to his still hard cock.
He struggled against the cuffs and wiggled his body. Trying to remind her he was there. Trying to get her to finish her part of the deal. She ignored him and kept laying on top of him, breathing heavily. Her sweat mixing in with his own.
In frustration he spoke out. “What about me Mistress?”
She took a moment and then got up off of him and the bed. She walked to a set of drawers.
He tried to sit up to get a better angle to see what she was doing.
“You were doing so good, but you had to spoil it, didn’t you?” She took out something he recognized, a black strip with a black ball in the middle, a ball gag.
“It’s my decision when you get to come, not yours.” She sat down on the bed next to him. They both stared at each other. “Open,” she commanded, and he obliged.
She pressed the hard rubber ball inside his mouth. His jaw stretched uncomfortably. The strap was secured behind his head. He tried to push it out of his mouth with his tongue but couldn’t.
“This’ll teach you to speak out of turn, correct?”
He tried to answer her. “Ysh Mshtrs,” but with the gag it came out as a garbled mess.
She laughed. “Good,” and walked back to the drawer. Rummaging inside, looking for something. She took out a leather harness of some kind and continued searching.
Geoff stared at her bubble butt, mesmerized. In his current state he would have truly done anything for her, just to have a chance to come.
She turned away from the drawers towards him. She held the leather harness in one hand, and a clear-rubber double dildo in the other. Fuck.
Geoff was having trouble deciding if he was more terrified or turned on. The butt-plug wasn’t so bad, but a dildo? That couldn’t fit inside of him, surely.
She put on the harness and knelt between his legs. He felt her tugging at the butt-plug. Slowly starting to take it out and then pressing it back in, over and over again. More teasing, it was driving him mad with frustration.
Finally she popped the butt-plug out completely. To his surprise, he didn’t feel relieved. Instead he felt… empty.
She snapped the dildo into the harness, the smaller end went into her pussy. Kate now sported at least a 5 inch cock of her own. It looked slightly larger than Geoff’s.
She climbed up, her face above his. They both stared into each other’s eyes. Her cock was poking him in his stomach. Kate kissed his cheek. “You remember the safe-word?”
“Ysh Mshstrs.” She smiled and pressed her lips to his, licking the ball-gag. Their saliva mixed together.
She retreated back between his legs and massaged some of the lube from earlier on her cock. She put her knees under his legs, to either side of his hips. He spread his legs and rested them on hers. The rubber tip teased his hole, sliding up and down and around.
She leaned over him, looking into his eyes. The rubber cock started slowly pushing in, spreading him open. It was painful. He tensed up, resisting the assault.
Her cock retreated. “Relax,” she said with genuine concern in her voice.
He took her advice and tried his best to relax his muscles.
She went back in, a little deeper this time. It felt so foreign to have something deep inside of him like this. As she plunged inside of him the pain subsided, replaced by a slowly rising wave of pleasure.
She ventured deeper with every thrust. Still moving slow so as to not hurt him.
He was still horny and desperate for relief, willing to take it anywhere it would present itself. He started moving his ass to her rhythm. She noticed this, smiled, and started speeding up.
She leaned back and held his legs up to get better access. With a forceful thrust she pushed her entire length into him and held it there. He clenched his fists and whimpered into his gag, his head stretched back.
She plowed into him, hard and fast. No longer slow and careful. Her rubber cock brushing Geoff’s prostate with each thrust.
He could have never imagined that having his ass fucked could feel so good. He started moaning in tune with her pounding.
She let go of his left leg and started playing with his cock. Stroking him up and down.
He was back on the edge in no time.
“Don’t you dare come, wait for my permission or there will be consequences.”
He tried his best to hold it in.
She pumped faster.
He was losing his mind in the sea of pleasure. He couldn’t take it anymore. He whimpered loudly into the gag.
“Just a little longer.”
She let go of his right leg and started slamming into him full strength, his ass bouncing on her cock.
He wrapped his legs around her, trying to pull her deeper inside of him.
She used her other hand to massage his balls.
His cock twitched.
“Now slave.”
Geoff’s entire body shook as he came. He had never had an orgasm like this before. His come formed into a neat puddle on his belly.
Kate leaned over to take off his ball gag. Her cock still inside of him. She threw the ball gag on the bed and kissed Geoff. As her tongue wrestled with his, she slammed her cock into him one last time before taking it out. He moaned into her mouth.
She slid down and licked off the come on his belly.
Geoff stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily, exhausted. He lost his apartment yesterday and today he lost his anal virginity. Wild.
He felt her playing with his penis. He replayed the entire experience in his head. Wait. What did she call him? Slave?
He felt the cold metal against his cock again. A familiar click.
He looked down at Kate, the key in her hand.
He was locked in the cage again. He thought this would be a one-off thing. Something to occasionally spice up the sex. Did she want him permanently locked?
She climbed up to him and unlocked his cuffs. He worked his wrists. She laid next to him on the bed, one of her hands around his shoulders and the other resting on his chest.
They looked at each other, she was smiling.
“So, how was it for you?” she asked.
He paused. Unsure of what to say.
“I liked it,” he said.
She raised her eyebrow, unsatisfied with his answer.
“I mean, I loved it. I never felt anything like it.”
“I’m so happy to hear that.” She smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the neck. “I thought you were gonna freak out after seeing the dildo, but you took it like a champ.”
They embraced each other and kissed. He could taste the residue of his come in her mouth.
They both laid there for a few minutes. Thinking about their future.
He looked down at the top of her head, pressed against his chest. “By the way, why did you put the cage back on me?” he inquired.
“Cause I wanted to.” She looked up and met his gaze. “Why? Is that a problem?”
He looked into her puppy eyes. “No, it’s okay,” he responded, not wanting to disappoint her.
She smiled and laid her head back on his chest.
He was sure now. He wanted to be hers.
THE NEXT DAY
Kate was sleeping. Geoff was lying in bed next to her, awake, enjoying the morning calmness. He went over yesterday’s events in his head.
Kate locked him in a chastity cage, tied him up, and took his anal virginity with a strap-on. And he let her do all that. Not only did he let her do all that, he liked it and he wanted to do it again.
He had always wondered what it would be like to be tied up during sex, but that’s how far his imagination ever went. Nothing like what happened last night.
Kate stirred in the bed next to him. She nuzzled up to him, interlocking their legs and setting her head on his shoulder.
“Good morning,” she said with a yawn.
“Sleep good?” he asked.
“Like a baby.”
They laid there for a few moments, in silence. Despite last night’s intimacy there was an air of awkwardness between them. Each unsure how the other felt about them.
Kate got up. “I’ll go shower, would you make some breakfast?”
“Yeah, sure. Scrambled eggs okay?”
“Great,” he heard as the bathroom doors closed.
Geoff wasn’t much of a cook, but he had ample training in making eggs, his only source of protein for years. He was also eager to make Kate happy so he tried to make the best scrambled eggs he could.
Kate entered the kitchen, nude except for a long t-shirt that reached midway through her thighs, her hair still wet from the shower. She sat down as he was plating up.
“I wasn’t sure how much pepper you like so I only salted them.” He sat down next to her with his own plate, covered in pepper. He was wearing nothing but the small pink bathrobe.
“Thanks,” she leaned over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She smelled of coconut.
She finished her meal first and watched Geoff with anticipation.
When he finished he took both their plates and placed them in the sink.
“I’ll go have a shower n-”
“Could we talk first?” she interrupted.
“Of course,” he sat back down next to her.
They both stared at each other.
“Listen I thin-”
“Wait,” she interrupted him again. “I-uh, did you, uh-fuck.” She sighed.
She was blushing profusely. Her confidence gone. He couldn’t help himself and laughed a little.
His reaction seemed to anger Kate. She got up and pushed him and his chair from the table and sat down on his lap facing him, her legs stretched apart.
He was taken aback by her sudden forwardness. Her embarrassment gone, replaced by a stern and sultry look.
“Now then,” she continued, regaining her confidence. “Let’s make some things clear.”
She placed one of her hands on his shoulder, balancing herself, and stroked his chest with the other hand.
“If we are going to be in a relationship, I am going to be in charge,” she said.
His dick strained against its cage.
“You want to be my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress,” he felt it was appropriate to call her ‘Mistress’ again.
“Good.” She smiled.
“Some rules need to be established then.” She got up off of him and sat on the table, lifting one of her feet and resting it between his legs, right on top of his chastity cage.
“We will be mostly like regular girlfriend boyfriend. Well, a loving girlfriend and devoted boyfriend is more accurate.” She rolled his cage slightly side to side with her foot.
The residue wetness of her body dampened her t-shirt, giving Geoff a clear look at her nipples.
“However, in private, when I feel like it, like now, we will be anything but regular. I will be your Mistress, and you will address me as such. And you will be nothing more than my servant, my toy,” she paused.
Geoff looked up into her eyes.
She continued, “my slave.”
“You will do anything you are told. Any misbehavior will be punished.” She pressed her foot down on the cage hard, it felt as if the cage was going to collapse and his dick would be squished.
“Understood?” she asked and lifted her foot.
“Yes Mistress.”
She smiled. “Show me you understand.”
Geoff wasn’t sure what she meant. He started to get up from his chair.
She pressed her foot on his chest, keeping him seated. He gave her a confused look.
She lifted her foot to his face. “Kiss it,” she commanded.
He examined her eyes, gaging how serious she was.
She looked annoyed at his hesitation.
Geoff wasn’t into feet but Kate’s dominance was driving him wild with lust. He leaned in and kissed her foot.
“Good boy.”
They both just stared at each other for a moment.
She broke the silence. “I have to get some shopping done in town.” She hopped off the table and walked behind Geoff to the kitchen counter.
“While I am gone you will tidy up around the place. And I mean it this time.” She stopped and gave him a cold look.
“Wear this,” She threw him a white apron and walked upstairs.
The apron barely covered his crotch and left his backside completely exposed.
Geoff decided to do his best at cleaning the place. Maybe if he was a ‘good boy’ she would unlock him again.
He heard Kate walk behind him as he was scrubbing the pan he used to make breakfast. She spanked his ass hard when she walked by. He flinched and sped up his scrubbing.
She embraced him from behind. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” She kissed the back of his neck and left.
When Geoff finished with the dishes, he took a broom and some cleaning supplies from a walk-in closet in the kitchen and swept the floors. Satisfied with the state of the kitchen and hall he continued upstairs.
Kate’s room was a mess. Clothes all over, dust on the shelves, sex toys she used on him lying on the floor.
He got busy and started cleaning. He must have spent at least an hour just in her room.
He heard her car on the driveway. Geoff hurried downstairs to greet Kate as she walked in through the front door.
“Hey, I can see you were busy,” she said, carrying multiple shopping bags from different shops.
“Yes I did my best Mistress.”
“I’m sure you did. Wait for me in the living room. I’ll join you shortly.”
She struggled carrying all the bags upstairs.
“Can I help you with the bags? Mistress.”
“No, no, I’m fine. And take off that apron.”
He sat down naked on the leather couch in the living room and waited patiently.
He kept waiting for at least twenty minutes and still nothing. He wondered if he should go and see if she needs help. No, she may punish him for not waiting for her like she asked.
Geoff paused. Realizing how she has him wrapped around her finger.
He didn’t like it. He didn’t want to serve, he didn’t want to be owned. Yet he loved doing what he was told by Kate. Maybe if he-
The sound of heels on the hardwood floor interrupted his thoughts.
He glanced towards the living room entrance.
Kate was standing in the doorway looking at him.
She had the same clothes on from last night. Black leather thigh high boots with at least a two inch heel, leather harness that covered her breasts and long black latex gloves. This time she was also wearing a black leather skirt with red string on the sides, pulling the front and back together. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her eyes covered in heavy eyeshadow and her lips in red lipstick.
“Kneel,” she commanded.
He paused, still contemplating how much on board he was with being a ‘slave’.
“Don’t test me, kneel,” she commanded again.
He gave in to his lust and knelt on the floor facing her.
She walked behind him and sat on the couch. As she walked by he noticed she was carrying one of the shopping bags with her. Full of things to torment him with, he thought.
He started to turn around to kneel towards her.
“Don’t. Stay as you are,” she said.
Waiting, he heard her rummage through the bag.
Sound of her heels behind him. Her hand combed through his hair. She walked in front of him and showed him a strip of black leather with a metal buckle. A collar.
“I got this for you.”
Geoff kept looking at the collar, thinking of the implications.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“Y-Yes I do, thank you Mistress.”
She smiled and snaked the collar around his neck. She leaned over him and snapped the buckle together, the collar was on.
She leaned back and stroked his hair again.
“Good boy.” She walked behind him, out of sight.
A blindfold was pulled over his eyes. He didn’t argue. Her hand stroked his arm, he instinctively pulled back his hands behind his back.
He heard her snicker. “Such a good slave, eager for a reward I’m sure.”
He felt leather cuffs around his wrists, pulled together with a short chain. He heard the couch creak, and Kate rummaging through the bag again.
He tested the leather cuffs, they felt less sturdy then the handcuffs from last night.
“Scoot back a little.”
He shuffled back on his knees. Her hand on his shoulder guided him.
“That’s far enough.”
Her hand pushed him forward. “Lean on the floor.”
He leaned forward and rested his chest on the floor awkwardly, his head turned to the side.
He heard the TV turn on and felt her legs rest on his butt and lower back. He was her footstool.
Geoff was very uncomfortable, he tried to ignore his aching muscles but after about half an hour his knees started to buckle.
“Ahem, Mistress. May I speak please?” he said, interrupting the reality show playing on the TV.
“What is it?”
He could tell she was annoyed at his interruption.
“Could you please give me a pillow or something, I can’t keep up this position much longer,” he said.
There was no reaction for a bit. She must’ve been considering his request.
He felt her legs lift from his butt, then her hands on the leather cuffs. She pulled him up to his knees. The blindfold was lifted from his eyes. He could see again.
She pulled him in front of her. Her legs were stretched apart. He could see she wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt.
She took a hold of his hair with her hand and guided his mouth to her crotch.
“This should keep you quiet.”
He squeezed his head between her thighs and started working his tongue.
Her hand kept holding his hair, moving his head around as she pleased.
Her thighs completely muffled the sound of the TV. He couldn’t be sure how long she kept him between her legs. It could have been five minutes or thirty or an hour.
His jaw and tongue ached. Her legs started shaking. She was close.
His head was pulled back by his hair painfully and her hand let go of his hair.
“That’s enough.”
He fell back on his ass. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
“Up,” she commanded.
He struggled to stand up with his hands behind his back, but managed to do it.
Kate turned off the TV and remained seated on the couch. His crotch was now on the same level as her eyes.
She scootched over to the edge of the couch and started playing with his cage, pulling and tugging at it.
She was going to unlock him, he thought.
He looked down at her cleavage. As his eyes traced around he realized that she wasn’t wearing the necklace with the key.
She looked up at his startled face.
“Oh, you didn’t think I was going to unlock you so soon did you?” She laughed at his despair. “No, you will remain locked for at least a week.”
She had a devilish grin on her face. “Maybe even longer after the behavior you have shown today.”
“What do you mean Mistress I cleaned and-”
“That’s twice now, that you spoke out of order. You also forgot to address me correctly when you asked for the pillow.”
Geoff couldn’t believe it, he was going to have to spend at least a week in this cage? No reward for his behavior? What was the point then?
“Lastly, you cleaned up my room pretty good but you left a mess in the bathroom.”
She looked with enjoyment at his miserable face.
She cooed and continued speaking. “Don’t worry, I can be merciful if you show me how sorry you are.”
Maybe there was some hope yet.
She gave him a smug look. “Over my lap, butt out. Now.”
He leaned over and threw himself over her lap, his face pressed against the black leather of the couch. His caged member squeezed between her thighs.
Her hand caressed his butt cheeks.
He hoped she would play with his ass again, he could get at least some relief out of that.
Out of nowhere she smacked his butt hard.
He whimpered.
She spanked him again, harder.
He instinctively tried to cover his ass with his hands.
“Tsk, tsk. That won’t do.”
She unhooked his cuffs and pulled them above his head, hooking them together again.
With his hands in front of him he settled on his elbows and lifted his face from the couch.
“We need to start again, twenty smacks. I want to hear you count them.”
She smacked him again.
“One!” he cried out.
Another smack.
“Ah, Two.”
His ass flinched anticipating another hit but nothing came. As soon as he relaxed she smacked him again.
“T-Three.”
She smacked him twice in quick succession.
“F-Four, Five.”
After fifteen more it was finally over for Geoff. He almost used the safe-word halfway through, but held it in, looking forward to some relief if he took his punishment well.
Kate slowly stroked his sore butt.
“Such a nice ass,” she said. He felt her spread some cooling cream over his cheeks.
He thanked her for the compliment in a raspy voice, exhausted.
She lifted his torso and maneuvered him off the couch, helping him to his knees so he wouldn’t have to sit on his butt.
He saw her go through the bag again, looking for something.
“Close your eyes, no peeking.”
He complied right away, scared of another punishment.
Her heels clicked on the floor in front of him.
Her hand combed through his hair.
“Open your mouth.”
He felt something rubber quickly brush his lips. Again. It pushed into his mouth a little and retreated out.
It pushed in again, deeper. He tried to push it out with his tongue. It kept pushing in, nearly filling his mouth completely.
He could tell what it was now. She was face-fucking him with a strap-on.
She giggled. “Work it nice and deep.”
He tried his best to entertain her, bobbing his mouth on the rubber penis, dreading her using it on his sore ass right now.
She kept sliding the dildo faster and deeper into his mouth.
He gagged and coughed when she tried sliding into his throat. She retreated a bit and continued fucking his face like before.
She laughed. “Look at me.”
He opened his eyes to meet hers. She was smiling at him. She looked so powerful and dominant standing over him. He loved it.
He noticed she was holding up her phone, the back of the phone pointing at his face. She was filming him.
He shook his head and slid it off the dildo, coughing up spit.
She laughed at his reaction. “What it it? I didn’t give you permission to stop.”
“Are you filming me?” he asked.
“Yes, for my private collection.”
Private collection? What was she talking about? This was over the line.
“Delete it, please, Mis-” he requested.
She scoffed at his pleas. “No I won-”
“Please, I don’t want anyone else to see me like this. It’s-”
“How dare you interrupt me,” she slapped his face with the dildo. “I’ll show it to whoever I please.”
She slapped his face with the dildo again. “Now get back to sucking, its all the lube your ass will get after this.”
He was fuming. She didn’t care about him at all. Fuck this.
He struggled to get up off the floor.
“What are you doing? Back on your knees, now!” she commanded.
Kate looked furious, nowhere near as furious as Geoff though.
“No, ‘red’ or whatever. I don’t want this,” he said.
He examined his cuffs. “Fuck all this, I want to be your boyfriend not a sex-toy. I’m okay with a little kinky play but filming me is too far. You wanted to blackmail me after or something?”
Anger drained from her face and with it all her confidence. “No, I uh-”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m not interested.” He managed to unhook his cuffs apart and walked away from the living room.
“Wait,” she cried out after him.
He heard her heels hurry behind him as he reached the front door. He took a coat from a rack by the door and put it on, at least he wouldn’t be naked.
She caught up to him and stopped.
“Wait, don’t go, we can talk about this,” she pleaded.
He looked back, her eyes were tearing up, ruining her make-up.
He was too angry to think rationally. He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
He could hear muffled sobs as he walked away from the door.
When he reached the front gate he paused.
Where was he going to go?
He leaned on the gate. Fuck.
Why did he act so stupid? Kate was the only good thing to happen to him in a long time, and now he pushed her away.
He stayed there wallowing in misery and contemplating his situation for a while.
It was beginning to get dark. He considered going back to her and apologizing, but he couldn’t face her yet.
He went to the open garage and entered the back of Kate’s SUV.
It was relatively comfortable, he could spend the night here he thought.
As he tried to find a comfortable position to alleviate his sore behind, he heard the front door open.
Kate got in to the driver’s seat, she had a long winter jacket on. She didn’t look at him, staring out the front window.
“Can we talk, please?” she asked.
Geoff sat up in the back seat.
“Yeah,” he replied softly.
She looked back at him. Her face, now without make-up, still red from crying.
“I’m sorry, you were right I went too far, don’t leave me again please, I-”
“No, I shouldn’t have stormed out like I have. I apologize for ruining the moment,” he interrupted.
“It’s okay. I don’t blame you for leaving. I should’ve went over what’s acceptable and what’s too far with you. For the record I wasn’t going to show that recording to anyone and it’s deleted now.”
“Thank you.”
He smiled at her and she smiled back.
“About what you said,” she continued. “About not wanting to be just a sex-toy. I don’t think of you like that, It-”
“I’m sorry I said that, I know you don’t, I was just.. I was angry.”
There was a moment of silence between them.
“Do you want to come back inside?” she asked.
He didn’t have to think about it. “Yeah, I do.”
They shared a glass of wine in the kitchen, in silence.
Awkwardly they started up conversation again, quickly finding their stride and laughing along about how silly the night got.
She stroked his face, her hand trailing down to the leather collar still on his neck.
“Let me get that off of you.” She leaned closer.
“No,” he pushed her hand away. “I want to keep it on.”
She looked at him quizzically. “You want to keep going?”
He looked back and smiled. He made his decision.
“Yes.” He was hers.
Author’s note: Hi, this is my first story so please leave a comment with some feedback on what I should try and improve for my next one. Thanks
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