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Dan shifted anxiously in his seat. He’d arrived at the restaurant much too early, but he couldn’t help it. All day, his thoughts had been consumed with Hannah and their upcoming date. He’d always looked forward to seeing her, but the last few days had been particularly intense. Memories of their last date made his cock stir, and yet another futile attempt at an erection against the unyielding steel of his chastity cage. It had only been a few days, though it felt an eternity. Being denied not only sex, but self pleasure and even the simple pleasure of an erection was fraying his patience. He knew how important this was to Hannah, but he just wasn’t cut out for chastity. Maybe they could find some sort of compromise. Perhaps he just needed to stand firm and she’d realize how unreasonable her demands were.
He spotted her at the entrance and gave a quick wave. The smile she returned sent shivers down his spine. Even the simple act of navigating the crowded dining room appeared overly sensual to his frustrated libido. She sat down across from him and he was suddenly lost in her eyes. Any glimmer of standing firm evaporated. He knew he wanted to be with her more than anything else in the world, and he’d just have to learn to live with her unusual conditions. He pushed thoughts of sex and chastity to the back of his mind, determined to simply enjoy their dinner together.
His newfound resolve was short lived. He was in the middle of telling her about his day when he noticed her necklace. It was a key. Not just a key, but it looked just like the key to his chastity cage. There it was, dangling tantalizingly between the swell of her breasts. He stopped mid-sentence, completely at a loss for words.
“See something you like?” she kidded.
“Yes, I mean no,” he stammered. “why are you wearing it as a necklace?”
“Because it’s my absolute favorite thing you’ve given me.”
“But what will people think?”
“Relax, it’s just a key. Nobody is going to guess what it locks up, and I probably won’t tell them.”
“Probably?”
A demure smile was Hannah’s only reply. Dan couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the meal. His eyes kept being drawn to that key, seductively hanging so close, yet so far away. He ached at the thought of her using it later in the evening. He panicked when the waitress stared at the key, worried that a conversation would ensue and Hannah might reveal their secret. But the waitress simply took their order, and Dan wondered if his imagination was getting the better of him.
After dinner they went to a movie. In the dark of the theatre Dan could finally relax and they settled in to watch the previews. Once the movie itself started, he felt Hannah fumbling with his pants, and a moment later she slipped her hand underneath, gently cupping his trapped manhood. He quickly looked around and was relieved to see they had the row to themselves. He glanced at Hannah, but to all appearances she was watching the movie intently. Her face gave no hint of her fingers’ mischief.
Even through the steel bars, her touch felt amazing. She ran her fingers lightly along the length of the cage, and every contact bursa escort of skin was electric. His cock throbbed, verging on pain as it struggled against its confines. Her hand paused, gently resting against his aching cock. A few minutes went by with just the warm comfort of her touch. He felt her hot breath against his ear as she whispered “mine” while giving his balls a gentle squeeze. He desperately hope that nobody heard the soft moan that escaped from his lips.
She kept it up for the entire movie. He had never before been so aroused for so long. He lost count of how many times he was on the verge of exploding, but somehow it never happened. He just became increasingly desperate and frustrated, trapped in the small confines of the cage. Finally, while the credits were rolling she quietly withdrew here hand and left it to him to adjust his pants. As they exited, she talked about the movie as if nothing had happened, her coquettish smile the only hint that anything more had taken place.
She invited him back to her apartment, and once inside they were all over one another. They kissed hungrily and her tongue forcefully probed his mouth. He wanted her so badly, and would do anything for just a little relief. She grabbed his hand and thrust it under her skirt. He could feel the steamy dampness of her panties, realizing that she was as excited and anxious as he was.
“I loved teasing you in the theater,” she breathed into his ear, “but now I’ve got a job for you.”
With her hands on his shoulders she nudged him gently downwards until he was kneeling on the floor in front of her. As she lifted her skirt, he inhaled her heavenly scent. It was nearly overwhelming. He gingerly slid her panties down, revealing her neatly trimmed bush, the raven hairs glistening with her excitement. He pressed his lips against her mound, covering it with tender kisses. She leaned back against the wall, parting her legs slightly as his tongue began to explore her folds. Her breathing quickened as he tasted her sweet nectar. But the position was awkward for both of them and before long they were sprawled on the floor, her legs spread wide so he could bury his face between her alabaster thighs.
He kissed and licked her swollen pussy lips, and her soft moans were music to his ears. He wanted to go slowly, making her wait as a token repayment for his own frustration. But his resolve didn’t last. As her fingers brushed through his hair and pulled his face closer, he was overcome by the desire to please her. The ache of his cock was inconsequential compared to her angelic moans. His lips found her clit and he ever so gently sucked it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, causing her to writhe delightfully. Her legs were wrapped around him now, all four limbs keeping his face tight against her, making her pussy his entire world. His tongue continued it’s rhythmic ministrations, guiding her closer and closer to ecstasy. Every breath, every moan excited him almost as much as if it had been his own pleasure. Her legs tensed as her orgasm crested, wave after wave crashing through her body. Her grip bursa escort bayan relaxed, but he remained in place, planting tender kisses of devotion as the ripples of her orgasm slowly faded.
He was flustered and confused. His cock ached for release from the days of frustration. He’d never needed to cum so badly. But at the same time a part of him was completely content to bask in the afterglow of Hannah’s orgasm. It was a moment of pure beauty and bliss.
She murmured something about the floor being too uncomfortable and led him to the bedroom, leaving behind a trail of discarded clothing. He stared lustfully after her, then scrambled to shed his own clothes. She turned to embrace him, their naked bodies pressed together from head to toe. He ran his hands down her back, tentatively stopping just above her ass. She sighed contentedly, nuzzling his neck. His hands continued their journey, now grasping her wonderfully rounded cheeks and pulling her closer still. He could feel the warm press of her flesh through the cage, and his cock again strained to break free. With every fiber of his being he desperately wanted to be inside her.
She kissed her way down his body, each press of her lips making him throb. When she finished she was kneeling in front of him, her face just inches from his trapped cock. She looked up at him while toying with the key still hanging around her neck.
“Are you ready to be unlocked?” she asked mischievously.
“Yes, I desperately want to cum.”
“Slow down,” she chuckled, “I was only talking about unlocking you for a bit. An orgasm will be later, perhaps much later.”
“I’m going crazy, how long do I have to wait?”
“I haven’t decided yet, it will be a surprise. So, do you want to be unlocked now even though it will just add to your frustration?”
“Yes, please, whatever you wish.”
She inserted the key into the lock, catching his gaze as he held his breath in anticipation.
“Remember, this is only for a little bit and then I expect you to go right back in the cage without compliant,” she chided.
He groaned in frustration, wondering if he had made the right choice. She gave the key a turn and the lock snapped open. His cock, free for the first time in days, began to swell. A few light caresses from her fingertips helped it grow to its full length, jutting out proudly and practically begging for attention. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it pulse and throb in her grasp. A gentle squeeze brought a moan to his lips, a few seconds later she tried another, then a moment later a third. A slow rhythm was established, long pauses punctuated by his gasps and groans. He fought the urge to thrust, suspecting that any such movement would end this game. He could feel the pressure of an orgasm hovering just out of reach, each squeeze bringing him the slightest bit closer. Perhaps she had changed her mind was was going to let him cum after all. He wondered if he should say something, and the moment the question formed in his mind, he knew the only possible answer.
“I’m getting close,” he breathed heavily.
“Is escort bayan that so? Well, from now on you must ask permission to cum. It’s one of my most important rules.”
“May I please have an orgasm?”
She let the seconds drag on, her hand still firmly wrapped around his throbbing cock. She looked up at him, holding him in her steady gaze.
“No,” she replied at last. “Not yet.”
“But I need to cum,” he pleaded.
She immediately let go of his cock, stood up, and glared at him.
“No one needs an orgasm. You might desire it quite badly, but that’s not the same as needing it. I was only going to make you wait a little longer – several minutes, or perhaps an hour. But now I think it is more important to demonstrate that you don’t actually need an orgasm. Tonight you will go to sleep horny and frustrated, and tomorrow you will see that you are still ok.”
“Please don’t stop. I ache so badly I can hardly stand it,” he begged.
“Shush. My mind is made up, and if you insist on making a fuss then days could easily turn to weeks.”
Waiting another day was going to be hard enough, a week would be insane. He was about to protest, but caught himself just in time. He took a few deep breaths to calm down and collect his thoughts. Maybe he should stand up for himself and be done with this nonsense. Letting her control him like this was humiliating. But part of him enjoyed submitting to her will, perhaps even craved it. He decided he could give it one more day.
“I’m sorry I spoke carelessly,” he whispered, “I’m sure you know best.”
“Good boy,” she beamed, “you’re a quick study. Now let’s get you secured back in your cage.”
He flinched as she dropped a bag of frozen vegetables in his lap, the coldness gradually dispersing his erection. He sat passively as she slid the cage over his shrinking cock, shocked at the helplessness he felt at the final click of the lock. He was dreading the walk home and a lonely night tossing and turning in bed. But to his surprise she invited him to stay the night, and those dark thoughts evaporated in the radiance of her smile.
She changed into a blue silk nightgown, and somehow the hints and suggestions of why lay beneath were far more sensual than mere nudity. He began to get dressed, figuring his shirt and underwear would have to serve as nightwear. But she suggested he remain naked, and ignored his feeble objections. So he stripped off his clothes and slid into bed beside her.
She gave him a quick kiss, then turned away and invited him to spoon. As he snuggled up against her his cage nestled perfectly against her ass. He kissed the nape of her neck, intoxicated by the sweet fragrance of her hair. She sighed contentedly and wriggled against him, sending shivers straight to his cock. She fell asleep quickly, resting peacefully while his mind raced.
His cock was inches from paradise and his imagination was consumed with how wonderful it would feel to slip inside her. But the unyielding reality of the cage was a constant reminder that he would have to wait. He rolled away in frustration, trying to clear his head and calm down. It almost worked, but her slender form, barely covered by a few wisps of silk, was altogether too tempting. He pressed up against her again, craving her warmth even though it would only make him hungrier. It was a very long night for him, filled with anticipation for the pleasures that might await him in the morning.
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