“Do you like holding my key?”

The words came out in a flurry and he quickly filled his mouth with the raspberry jam smeared toast before he said anything further. His cheeks mimicking the sweet spread in color. He chewed aggressively, just as he had been on this question for days.

She was a study in serenity as she turned to face him, her cup of coffee steaming seductively in the slight morning light that slipped through the kitchen window. He couldn’t help pausing all that he was doing, the crunchy bread now a sweet paste in his mouth as he sunk into the silence before loudly swallowing as she asked, “Why do you ask?”

His mouth felt dry, he wanted to blame the toast but he knew better. “I, uhh, well I don’t know. I just… it’s…” his eyes shifted as if looking for cue cards hiding on the walls.

Why do I do this to myself?! He pondered, knowing he did so love the vulnerability she forced upon. No, that’s not right, that she so easily invited him into. Through their communication he was increasingly able to find himself. And she increasingly able to see him.

She could see him struggling, so fucking cute she thought as she lifted her cup and sipped. Her eyes never leaving him but the gesture a clear signal that he was expected to answer. That she was expecting a proper response.

A throaty groan lingered in his chest as he exhaled deeply. “… well, I… I just, think…” her eyebrows lifted in mild intrigue. She could see his body shaking ever so slightly, despite his lower half being hidden behind the breakfast bar, she knew his right leg was bouncing violently.

“… I think I like… ya know, like that I can be ready. Or able to, uh, like, perform… at any time.” He clenched his jaw and looked anxiously at her. He quickly continued under her gaze, “Like if you wanted me to.” His hands jumping into the conversation as his insides squirmed.

“Like, it wouldn’t require the taking it off… or whatever.”

She strolled right up to the other side of the breakfast bar and stared placidly down at him. “You wanna be able to use your cock whenever I want it?” She asked a sort of mock inquisition. “Isn’t that why you wanted me to hold the key in the first place?”

He chewed on his inner cheek. Both legs now bouncing anxiously. “I mean, I just think its… unnecessary.”

Her head tilted and she smirked ever so deviously, “And why’s that?”

“Well… I… I mean, you… we… you already… I only cum when, or for, when you want me to. And… I think it would, you would like it better.” His every word sunk him deeper into a sheepish state.

“You think you could refrain from touching or cumming without your little cage?” She asked in an almost matriarchal tone. He responded with a matching meek boyish tone, “Ye-yes.”

“I’ll remind you, this was your idea in the first place.” She allowed for that to sink in a moment and enjoy the reaction it produced. A withering and shameful sulk. She knew she shouldn’t toy with him but *fuck, if he wasn’t so goddamn cute when he’s all flustered.”

“I know.” His head hanging low.

“And you think you can control yourself even when I’m traveling or working or busy with… whatever?”

Sudden bouyant, he sprang to life, latching onto the prospect, “Yes! Of course!”

She places her cup down, her eyes flitted playfully as her lips spread and the corners lifted. “I do love the idea of having you ready and able at any given time.”

Like a balloon filled far past full, he teetered in his chair and swelled within the cage that confined him. Her words captivating and binding his tongue, a eager nod seemingly all he capable of producing.

“I will say, I haven’t loved the cage, but I have enjoyed controlling your orgasms.” Her voice sultry and anything left between his ears.

“Me… me too.” He was breathless and leaking, practically grinding his teeth in anticipation.

Her lips purse and she twists them aside as she makes a show of contemplation. “I suppose…” her fingers tracing the rim of her mug, “…we could test it. But…” she leans forward and demands his full attention.

There’s little change as he was already hanging on her every word, transfixed by her fingers and feeling so very much aligned with that steaming mug.

“…You cum one time without my allowance and that cage is going back on and staying on.” The authority of which she lays this out causing him to shudder and clench.

“Y-yes, of, of course.” She raises her eyebrows expectantly. “… yes, of course Ma’am.”

Her hands left to her collar and she slides them behind her neck and fidgets a moment before she pulls her necklace from her neckline. The key dangles between them and she slips it off then tosses it to him.

“Take it off and then meet me in the bedroom.”