Part 2

I was nervous. I had no idea what she was going to say. I wished I had put the cage away like I was going to, I wished I never thought about this stupid kink. After I dressed myself in just some shorts and a t-shirt I decided to buck up the courage and go to the living room.

As I entered the living room I saw how nice the furnishings looked. There was tasteful art on the walls, a TV that was mounted above a fake fireplace. And a blue aesthetic for the furniture, (I noticed these things since I sell furniture) they looked to be brand new. Maybe a few months old at best, and a beautiful blue armchair that looked absolutely amazing to sit on. But she was on the dark blue couch. Sitting cross legged on the side with her back to me.

“Come over here Bryce” she said. And I walked around the couch and sat in the chair, it was as comfortable as it looked.

“So, what’s up?” I asked.

“It seems you’ve developed quite the kink list while we were apart. Why do you have a chastity cage Bryce?”

“Well, umm.” And I sat in silence for a few moments. “I just enjoy the amount of sexual tension that builds up in my body when I wear it.”

“Sexual tension? Bryce, you want me to believe that you enjoy denial? You? Mister, I had sex 12 days in a row with 7 different girls, 5 years ago?”

“That was a different me, I feel like my priorities in that area of my life have changed you know, like… I believe I’m still that same man, but I also want to be able to have another side of me too.”

She looked intrigued, but only slightly, there was hardly any sign of emotion on her face. “Do you have a keyholder?”

“No, I’ve been self locking.”

“Interesting. For how long?”

“For how long have I been locking? Or how long have I had the cage?”

“Both now, but I was asking about how long you’ve locked it.”

“ I’ve had the cage since July, while I was dating Jenna. But I’ve only ever gotten to 27 days consecutively.”

“Did Jenna.. Did she like it?”

“No, uh. She didn’t.”

“Makes sense. She always was a square. And don’t think I forgot about 27 days. That’s impressive on your own.” She began having a more sinister look on her face. “Go get it.”

“What?”

“Go get the cage Bryce. Bring it to me. You live in my house now you follow my rules.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I walked to my room and saw a slight smirk from the corner of my eye, she had something planned. Could it be? No. That’s crazy. I got the cage, cleaned it quickly and brought it back to her.

“Good boy.” She said with a smirking smile. I immediately blushed and felt my dick get slightly hard in my pants. “Put it on.”

“Right now?”

“Right now Bryce. Put the cage on in front of me. I want to see your cock shrink down and fit into that tiny little cage.” She looked stern.

“Okay.” I gulped. Pulled down my shorts and my underwear and began trying to wriggle the cage on, it was difficult with my slight boner. But eventually I was able to put it on and lock it. I look up to see her smiling with an outstretched hand.

“I’ll take those keys.”

“Okay,” I say. But I’m shuddering inside. I’ve never had anything like this happen before, it was so scary, and such a turn on. She took them from me, put them in her pocket, and stood up.

“Sit down.” She commanded. And so I did on the couch. “I was testing you to see how far you would go, testing your limits, seeing where you were. I now see that you are a helpless beta male now in need of someone stronger mentally to help you. I have a few rules, while you are here, you will always obey me. You will always do what I ask of you. You will be sexually honest, both good and bad. And you will refer to me as your mistress. Do I make myself clear?”

I was flabbergasted. She went from my friend to a commanding, sexy, powerful woman just like that. She had my keys, and was insulting my intelligence and I was intoxicated with her. I felt my dick strain in it cage. I didn’t know what to say.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Excuse me?” She sternly said.

“Yes mistress.” I bowed my head.

“Good boy. Now tell me, what are your kinks and limits?”