I had been friends with Kylie ever since I got to college. We had many different classes together, and even roomed together in an apartment for 2 years in the middle. But we had since gone our separate ways. She went to school to be a Psychologist, and well, I dropped out to pursue a relationship that utterly failed tragically a few months ago. But my past with Kylie was such a good time. She got me to break out of my shell. I was a virgin until college, and she walked me through some basic sexuality things, such as kinks, and when to move to the next step. But it never happened with her, I always got another Girlfriend and she had her revolving boyfriends.

But I lost the apartment I moved in with my ex, and I needed a place to stay. Kylie was nice to offer up her place for me to bring my stuff and sleep. She actually has a large apartment, being a therapist allows for nicer living conditions than that of a traveling salesman. Me, a seller of furniture. It sounds dumb, but I promise it does make at least some money.

I had the U-haul drop off my stuff earlier. So when I got there I parked and I walked up to the door. This would be my first time seeing her in person in 4 years.

“Oh my god! Bryce! It’s so good to see you!” She looked gorgeous, but she was just in casual jeans and a nice brown top that only slightly showed the top of her cleavage. She had bright red curly hair and blue eyes. And I knew as soon as a saw her I’d be in trouble. I could already feel my dick struggling in my chastity cage.

“Kylie! You look stunning!” And we gave a warm embrace.

“Stop it!” She blushed. “Come in! The movers already brought in your stuff and I had them put it into my guest room.”

She began showing me around, and showed me where the living room, bathroom and bedroom were. “Do you want to freshen up?”

“Yes I would, the drive was long and a shower would do me good, thank you.”

“No problem” she smiled, “just come out when you’re ready.”

I took the time to go into my room and take off my cage. I had honestly forgotten how long I had worn it. Almost 30 days. A new record. I got into chastity while I was with my ex, but she was disgusted by it and it was a huge turn off for her. That was one of the few reasons we broke up. But I didn’t tell anyone. I put the cage down on the bed and went into the bathroom across the hall to shower.

I took a long shower, longer than I thought. It must’ve been nearly 30 minutes that I spent in the bathroom. Because when I finished and I dried, I opened the door to my guestroom, and Kylie was sitting on the bed.

“Hey Bryce, took you a bit! I was hoping you were alright so I came to check on you.” I could see her twiddling something in her hand. And then I remembered the chastity cage! “What’s this?” She held it out in front of her. “Oh, that’s nothing,” I replied.

“Don’t lie to me, I know exactly what this is. Why is it the first thing I found when I came into this room?”

“I uh, have been experimenting? I honestly forgot I had it on, I was going to take it off and put it all away when I got out of the shower. But I see y-you found it.”

“I did indeed. Have you been that desperate Bryce? It’s kind of sad. You need to wear this to stop masturbating?”

“I uh. Yes, and no. I also enjoy the humiliating aspect of it. But I’ll put it away.”

“Okay, you do that. I’m gonna go out into the living room, when you’re done here come talk to me, it seems we have a lot to discuss.” She left. And I put the cage in my bag, and I got dressed fully I had been in a towel the whole time. Which wasn’t that weird considering we shared an apartment for two years, but it was weird knowing that she was holding my chastity cage in her hands. I have no idea what she wants to tell me.