Fiction
The Cage
That evening, she made you put on the outfit earlier than usual… and placed a chastity cage on the table.
That evening, she made you put on the outfit earlier than usual. The dress, the stockings, the thong… then she placed a small black box on the table. Inside was a metal chastity cage, cold, shiny, with a small padlock and a key.
The cage
She made you lower the thong. Her fingers took your already half-hard cock, stroked it for a moment, just enough to make it swell, then she slid the cage on. The metal was cold against your skin. She closed the padlock with a sharp little click.
“From now on, nothing comes out without my permission.”
She slipped the key around her neck like a necklace. You pulled the thong back up over the cage. The pressure was immediate, constant, humiliating. And exciting.
The wait
You set the table in silence. Two place settings. Two glasses. No place for you. The cage pulled a little with every step. When the doorbell rang, you went to open it.
The man came in, placed a hand on your hip as he passed, felt the hard shape under the fabric.
“She locked you up,” he remarked with a smile. “Good.”
The service
You served them as usual. On your knees for the wine. On your knees for the bread. She sometimes fed you from the tip of her fork while he watched you. The cage grew tighter and tighter. There was nothing you could do about it.
At one point she slipped her hand under your dress, touched the metal, and smiled.
“You can really feel that you’re no longer a man tonight.”
The show
After dessert, she led him to the sofa. You knelt in your usual place. You watched them kiss, touch each other, undress. She lay down, spread her thighs, guided him inside her.
You stayed there, cage tight, unable to touch yourself, forced to watch every thrust. She moaned, looked at him, then looked at you.
“Watch how he takes me. Watch carefully.”
When he slowed down, she placed a hand on his chest.
“Wait. Not yet.”
She sat up, straddled him, and continued to move slowly. Then she turned her head toward you.
“Come closer. Mouth open.”
You crawled forward on your knees. She pulled him out of her, still hard, still glistening. She took his cock in her hand and directed it toward your mouth.
“Take it. All the way.”
You opened your lips. He slid in deep. She placed her hand on your head and started making him fuck your mouth, slowly at first, then harder. You could taste her on him. The cage pulled painfully.
“Deeper. You swallow everything.”
He groaned, grabbed your hair. She looked him in the eyes while making you suck him.
“Now. In his mouth.”
He came. Hot, abundant. You took it all, swallowed everything, without moving, eyes lowered. She kept her hand on your head until the last drop.
The key
When he pulled out, she stroked your cheek, wiped a little saliva from the corner of your lips.
“Good.”
The man got dressed. Before he left, she removed the key from her necklace and held it out to him.
“Wait. To guarantee that you’ll be the only one to penetrate me…”
She placed the key in his palm and closed his fingers around it.
“You keep this. As long as you have the key, only you can fuck me.”
He smiled, slipped the key into his pocket, kissed her one last time, then left.
She turned to you, still on your knees, the cage locked, the taste of him still in your mouth.
“Now,” she said softly, “you really belong to us.”