You were a family friend, someone my parents knew in college, or something along those lines. You didn't wear revealing clothes, or act more than appropriately affectionate toward me, but you carried yourself with a confidence I couldn't ignore. Sometimes you'd catch me trying to get a peek down your shirt across the dinner table, or sneaking a look at your ass from around a corner. I don't think you ever caught me looking, but it would always leave my heart pounding and obscene thoughts running through my head when you were around.

But that was all years ago. Today, I'm spending time away of my parent's house. Maybe I'm home from college for a week, and they're out of town, or maybe you're hosting me while I visit the town you moved to; the details aren't important. A short phone call later, and you enthusiastically offer me your spare bedroom. As I make the short drive to your house, all those memories flood back to me. When I park outside, I have to spend a moment mustering the courage to walk to your door.

When you answer, It's clear you were preparing for bed: A loose-fitting shirt that scoops low makes it obvious you aren't wearing a bra, and your equally loose shorts are decent, though only just barely. The moment I took to myself in the car is all for naught, as I can feel my cock swelling with warmth at the sight of you.

And you just smiled, while I muttered a nervous "Thanks."

Later, after I settle in to the room, just knowing you're in bed so close to me keeps me aroused all night. Maybe you were in that tiny loose nightshirt, or maybe you were wearing nothing at all. I touch myself, as quietly as I can manage, but I don't dare let myself cum, too afraid of leaving a mess.

I fall asleep that way, horny and frustrated and quietly praying I don't have a wet dream in the middle of the night, and the inevitable confrontation if I accidentally get cum stains on your sheets.

As I wake the next morning, something feels off. The warm glow of arousal still radiates from my crotch, but it feels... strange. Constricted.

I tear off the sheets to discover that my underwear are missing, replaced by a tiny pair of pink, floral panties. Shocked, my hands fly down between my legs to discover that there's a piece of hard plastic underneath. Pulling aside the sheer fabric, I gasp: I've been carefully locked into a chastity device, the tiny padlock rattling side to side.

Ears burning with embarrassment, I stare at the door, realizing all I have are these tiny panties you gave me to cover myself. Heart pounding, I realize I can hear you walking down the hall towards my room.

Alright! If you've read this far, this is the story I'd like to continue exploring with someone. Obviously there's strong themes of humiliation, forced chastity, and power play, and I'm open to pretty much all femdom themes. If there's any other kinks you'd like to include, I'm definitely open to them, but some of my favorites include watersports, anal play and prostate milking, bondage and forced orgasms, and premature ejaculation.

I would also be interested if instead of panties and a chastity cage, I woke up swaddled in a diaper! I understand that's not everyone's cup of tea though, and it’s not the main push of the prompt.

My only hard limits are severe pain and scat, but outside of that, I'm very flexible.