What I Like About You

Transcript

The sound of that lock clicking shut, there is nothing quite like it, is there? I know you have heard so many times before, locking yourself up, trying to ensure the frustration and denial all by yourself. It's not quite the same, is it? When I take the key, it changes everything.

I know you worry. You think that maybe I am just doing this for you, fulfilling your fantasy. Maybe it started that way, but it isn't like that anymore, is it? When I click that lock shut, it sends shivers through my whole body.

I know that you are mine, not just your cock. That little cage does so much more, doesn't it? Holding your key is such a rush for me.

Locking you up isn't just about the cage or the key, not even your cock or your body. This little key is the key to so much more. Your mind, your desires, your very soul, isn't it? And now we have the perfect cage for you.

Remember how much fun we had taking all those measurements, getting you fitted with a custom cage, waiting all those weeks for it to arrive? The anticipation was so delicious. And when it arrived, remember how I made you wait? Remember I sat it on the nightstand on your side of the bed, no touching until I say, just like with your cock.

It was the last thing you saw before you drifted off to sleep. I wanted it in your thoughts, in your dreams. Remember when I had you stand in front of me naked, I slid the ring over your cock and gently pulled your balls through.

It would have been easier to let you do it yourself, but I wanted you to feel my hands doing this to you. I wanted you to know it was me locking you up. You have been doing it to yourself for far too long.

Now it was my turn. I could see your cock starting to swell, thinking about the cage. So I waited.

I let your little erection subside a bit before I slip the cage on. I added just a bit of lube so it slid on effortlessly. I lined up the pins and the lock, making sure not to pinch anything.

I could see you growing in the cage, getting harder for me, or at least trying to. I waited and drank in the moment, sliding the lock and the cylinder, turning the key and hearing it click into place. I slowly pulled the key out and smiled, holding it up and showing you.

I could feel how wet I was, seeing you standing before me, naked and caged. I just sat quietly watching you. I could see it in your eyes.

Your brain is slowly starting to process the fact that the key was really in someone else's hands now. It wasn't just about being locked anymore. It was about giving that control to someone else.

Giving that control to me, oh, and that cage. We both know the others were just toys, really. With enough effort and work, you could figure out a way or get just enough sensation to push yourself over the edge.

You admitted as much, but no more. Not in this cage. Nothing was going to work.

No pleasure, no orgasm, and no cheating. I look into your eyes and I see just the smallest twinge of fear. It's no longer a game.

At least, not the same game it had always been for you. I see a hint of desperation. It is starting already.

I see you start to squirm and adjust the cage a bit with your hand. It is starting to have an effect already, and I love that. That is what I like about you.

We have made a very simple agreement. You will stay locked for as long as I like. You told me so many dangerous things.

Please, make me regret it. Do you remember? Well, I intend to.

It doesn't really start for me until I truly want it all, you said. So, for now, this isn't even chastity, is it? Now, it's the fun part, the playful part.

Now, when I run my hands over your cage and tease you, it feels so good. You squirm at my touch, and I love that. You don't pull away because it hurts so good.

I see your cock swell in the cage, and I know it must hurt. But it's the good kind of hurt, isn't it? And you moan and twist as I tease you.

Your voice changes. Your eyes start to reveal your inner world, one of frustration and arousal. You want me to keep teasing you.

And I do. Until you are leaking your messy pre-cum from the tip of your cage. I wipe it off.

Your cage. And lower my pants and my panties, and I start to rub your pre-cum on my clit. It's like your cock is crying for me.

And I want to use those tears to make myself get off. Your cock feeds me its tears. That is what I like about you.

When we go to bed, I'm naked. I run next to you, so you can feel my body heat. So close, but so far away.

I turn off the lights and give you a kiss on the cheek. A few minutes later, you hear a gentle buzzing from my side of the bed. Slowly growing louder.

I'm pressing my favorite vibrator against my pussy. Letting it slowly build all those delicious sensations inside of me. I close my eyes and think of you beside me.

Listening to me pleasure myself. Knowing you can't. I think of how you must be feeling.

And it starts to get me off. And then you start to moon. You squirm.

I moan and groan as my breathing grows more intense. And I press the vibrator harder on my clit. I'm shaking now as the feeling builds.

And I start to come. I'm breathless and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I keep pressing the vibrator against my wet pussy.

Longer than I usually do. Pushing past the feeling of being overwhelmed by sensation. Until I explode with the most intense orgasm I have ever felt.

I come that hard because you can't. I can't tell if you are crying or not. But I imagine you are.

And it makes my whole body contract with more waves of pleasure. I turn off the vibrator. And just sit in the dark trying to catch my breath.

Yes, you are definitely crying. Sobbing really. I roll over to my side and smile.

That is the sound I fall asleep to. You're sobbing. That is what I like about you.

When I wake up in the morning, you are already up. You made me coffee and breakfast. Served to me in bed.

You had a rough night, you tell me. You barely slept. I thought you telling me that would bother me.

But it didn't. I simply nodded and smiled a bit. Not saying a word.

But I do notice you are more attentive. You ask if my coffee is okay. Do I like my breakfast? And you really seem to care.

After I finish eating, I pull the covers off. And open my legs. I tell you it is time for your breakfast.

And motion for you to join me. You look down at your locked cock. And it hits you that you won't be fucking.

I see it again in your eyes. Without even asking. You bury your head between my legs and begin to lick me.

It doesn't take long for me to orgasm. It feels different for me. I feel powerful.

In control. And you look desperate. But obedient.

That is what I like about you. After you please me, you stumble with your words a little bit. But finally.

Have the nerve to ask me if you can take off your cage. Just for a bit. Just to feel something in your cock.

Hmmm. Not for a long time I tell you. I can tell this is a different experience for you.

It isn't exactly what you expected. All the feelings are surfacing. The frustration and desperation started to grow.

And I amplified. Now there is no safety valve. There is no exit route.

There is no way to free your cock without the key. And I am not giving it back to you any time soon. I can tell this is going to be a challenge for you.

More than you ever imagined. I start teasing. Your cock in the cage.

Running my fingers up and down. Looking into your eyes. Knowing how difficult this is for you.

Knowing you can't feel any of it. I can tell this is going to be a challenge for you. More than you ever imagined.

I can tell this is going to be a challenge for you. More than you ever imagined.