“It’s been a while,” she says with a sly smile. She is lying beside him on the couch, the room lit by a small dimmed reading light on the wall. Her hand traces a path down his chest and towards his groin, where she feels the hard, locked cage on his penis. “A week without touching,” she continues, “and I’ve had all the fun.”

His cock strains against the cage, struggling to get hard. “A week and a day,” he corrects.

She smiles and wraps her fingers around the cage. “But who’s counting?” she says.

For him, it had been an agonizing stretch of teasing and denial. She held the key, and he had no idea where she had been keeping it.

“I’ll give you a chance tonight,” she says, then reaches into her small bag on the floor. She rummages for a moment, then reveals the tiny key. His eyes light up, hoping he’ll finally be free and get to touch himself again. The excitement makes his cock strain again and he shifts around from the discomfort.

“I’ll let you out tonight,” she says with a mischievous smile, “and you’ll have all night to come if you want—but you know the rules. Nobody touches your cock but me.”

“What does that mean?” he asks, “aren’t you going to help me?”

“No,” she replies, her tone firm. “Now, roll onto your stomach.”

He hesitates but finally obeys. Behind him, he hears her shuffle in the bag again, followed by the unmistakable metallic sound of handcuffs.

“Hands behind your back,” she commands. As soon as he does, the cuffs are snapped around his wrists. “Too tight?” she asks.

“A little,” he admits.

She closes them even tighter. “Too bad—I don’t want you slipping out.”

The cold metal bites into his skin, but he keeps still, assuming she’ll tease him for a while before helping him finish, as they usually did. Instead, he feels her fasten a belt around his ankles, cinching it tightly, followed by another just above his knees, pulled tight through the buckle. The restraints make him helpless.

He tests them, twists his wrists and strains his legs. The cuffs barely move, and the belts are unyielding. He can’t walk, let alone escape.

Before the feeling of helplessness fully settled, she wraps a collar around his neck, secures it, then attaches a leash, tethered to a fixture on the wall.

“Comfortable?” she asks with a hint of sarcasm.

He struggles, his heart racing. “Not really — but excited.”

“Was that a complaint?” she asks.

“No, sorry,” he says.

“Sure sounded like it,” she replies. “I guess I’ll have to fix that.” She slides a ball gag into his mouth, then tightens the strap until it tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“Mmph,” he protests, the sounds muffled.

“As I said, you’ll have all night to come.” She reached for the cage and took her time unlocking it. The cage came away, and his cock released. It got hard quick, proving she hadn’t gone too far. “There we go. You’ll stay here, and you have my permission to come as much as you want.” She leans in closer, her voice drops to a whisper. “But remember—you’re still mine.”

“Mmmph…” he moans, testing the restraints again.

She chuckles, now close to his ear. “No matter what, the cage goes back on in the morning. You’ll still be mine, to do with as I please. Nobody touches your cock but me—ever.”

He pulls at the cuffs, his body trembles with arousal and frustration. She is serious—he’ll spend the entire night bound and gagged, free to climax but not to escape.

“You and me, forever,” she continues, her breath warm against his skin. “Your cock, safe in the cage, whenever I need it. Forever.”

She places a soft kiss to his cheek. He bucks instinctively, desperate for sensation. Then it hits — a rush of warmth spreads from his groin through his entire body. He bites down on the gag and groans as his first orgasm in a week overtakes him. His moans fill the room, muffled but unmistakable.

As his body relaxes, he turns his pleading eyes toward her. She meets his gaze with a smirk.

“That was quick,” she teases. “Maybe you’ve got another in you.”

“Mmmph,” he moans in frustration. She knew he hated being bound after he came, but real bondage, she believes, doesn’t start and stop whenever he wants it too.

“Sleep tight,” she says, her voice light but resolute. She stands, turns off the light, and leaves him in the dark, his wrists cuffed, his legs bound, and his cock throbbing anew at the thought of the long, endless night ahead.