I was a family friend of yours, occasionally stopping by at your house while my parents said hi, or for a family dinner. During most of these visits, I was too embarrassed to speak much, because all I could think of was your body. Your clothes weren't any more revealing than the girls I went to school with, but you carried them with such confidence it was impossible to look away. Sometimes you'd catch me staring at your tits during dinner, and I'd immediately turn away, blushing. Or after, during clean up, I'd look around a corner to see you bent over, giving me a clear view of your ass, my dick stiffening in my pants as I stared, thinking at where exactly your pussy was under the fabric. Then you'd stand and I hid, my ears burning at the thought of being discovered.

Recently I've decided I need to be away from my house for a while. Nothing serious, but it's for the better. None of my friends can take me for the moment, but then I remember you.

My hands shook and my voice wavered as you picked up the phone. I explain my situation, and you quickly offer me your spare bedroom. I took no time driving to your house, my mind anywhere but on the road.

All those memories come rushing back, how horny I'd got while watching you, and my erection rose almost as soon as I saw you answer the door. Your outfit was nothing like what I'd seen you wear when my parents were over. Your loose shirt barely covered your tits, scooping low and making it clear you weren't wearing a bra underneath. "Short" wasn't a strong enough word for your shorts, and when you turned to let me in, they left the tops of your ass cheeks visible. As afraid as I was that you'd catch me, my eyes couldn't leave your body as you walked to show me to the room I'd be sleeping in, next to yours. Your ass and hips, swaying with each step. Your tits, rocking unsupported under your shirt. Every move you made set me on fire, my heart beating faster, and I was sure I could feel precum starting to leak from the end of my cock, tight against my pants. And you just smiled at me, while I muttered my quiet thanks.

That night, just knowing that the room I slept in was right next to yours was enough to turn me on, my cock getting hard as I thought of you lying in bed, wearing a short little nightshirt, or maybe nothing at all. I touch myself, as quietly as I can manage, not daring to cum - How could I ever explain the mess? I fall asleep that way, horny and frustrated, praying I don't have a wet dream and mess myself in the night.

When I wake the next morning, my penis feels strange, warm and constricted. I pull back the sheets to discover that my boxers are gone, replaced by a pair of pretty pink panties, bows lining the elastic. Shocked, I reach down to grab at them, only to find that underneath, I've been carefully locked into a chastity device. I could almost feel tears coming to my eyes. Had you done this? Seen me rubbing my stiff, red cock and locked it away from me?

As much as my face burned and my legs shook, these panties were all I had to cover me, so I leave them on. Next, I had to find you and learn how this happened...

In addition to this kind of teasing/denial and embarrassment, I'm also into any kind of anal play, and a bit of age/diaper play if you're up for it. Short of that I'm pretty versatile, but not so much when it comes to pain, blood, and scat. So shoot me a message if any of this sounds interesting!