Chapter 2

She slurped for another few minutes then put more cold metal on my dick. When I looked I saw a contraption that reached from the base about half way up: a series of rings connected by perpendicular rungs.

I raised one eyebrow questioning, “It’s a cock cage but it lets the top half stick out so I can still eat your cum.” I didn’t know what a cock cage was but that seemed acceptable and daringly new. I dropped my head back to the pillow as she sucked on the end of my imprisoned member.

The fastest I’ve ever come has been thirty minutes and only about fifteen had elapsed so far. Clairey climbed on top of me, then stopped cold, “Oh, we can’t fuck with your cage on. We’ll have to ride your face instead.”

I’m not opposed to pussy licking, but she can be over dominant and I tend to lose my erection which extends how long it takes me to come.

Clairey rubbed her red bush covered cunt all over my lips pushing her clit in my mouth for me to suck and stretching her labia by demanding that I grasp each one while she pulled back. She says long labia are sexy and she wants to see how long she can stretch them. She’s right.

She came with turbulent thumping humps, bruising my poor lips as always. It’s a good thing we don’t do this as often as she wants.

Sometimes when she cums in my mouth she squirts a little. She’s assured me it’s female ejaculate, but I had doubts. This time she sulked, “Aww, I didn’t squirt.”

“That’s ok baby. I’m not so sure it’s girl cum, like you say.”

Clairey harrumphed, “Well I don’t want to disappoint, and since you are tied up…” Saying that she lifted up a little and gave a tiny intentional squirt. With that act she gave me some pretty strong evidence that it wasn’t merely female ejaculate. I wriggled to turn away and break the thin ropes. She knew I didn’t like the act of squirting, but week after week she kept doing it anyway.

“Sandy girl, I added stronger ropes to the gold ones. And you’re right, it was never ejaculate.”

I clearly saw the crazy now. How could I have missed it before? She dismounted my face, shaking her long smoldering hair as she strolled around the bed. It reaffirmed my belief that all red heads were nuts.

When she climbed back between my legs she sang mirthfully, “Aww, you’re thingy shrank. Now it’s just an impotent little clit barely poking out of the cage.” I didn’t think I had it in me to get hard again. I just wanted to get away.

She held up another little piece of crisscrossing metal. “This is the cap for your cage.” She clipped it into the part that was already on me. “See how it’s got these hinges? It opens and closes so you can get relief…” She paused, the air thick with ill-boding, then added, “…periodically.”

After that thought sunk in she continued, “But, I suppose the cage never has to come off. It’s convenient too, we don’t even need a key since it’s got a combination lock.” She’d really gone off the deep end.

“But that’s not the best part.” She sounded genuinely excited, “It’s very sophisticated. But you’ll see. Now would you like to come today before I lock it? Or do you want to wait ’till next Saturday?

If you put on the sexy garb I got just for you, then I’ll finish sucking the head of your cock right now. But if you’re not grateful for all that I do for you, then I’ll lock it right this instant. So, slavegirl, and that’s what you are now as long as you’re in the cage. What’ll it be?”

I didn’t believe her. I didn’t care. I just needed to escape. “Let me outta here you crazy bitch. You can’t do this.”

“Tsk tsk. You’re gonna wish you didn’t say that.” She clicked it shut. “In fact, once you’ve come to your senses you will call me Mistress Clairey.”

She pulled out another contraption which took her some time to connect to the existing apparatus on my penis, except that it also surrounded my testicles. “This is a timer, like an egg timer.” My face froze in horror. “No, no nothing like that. But like an egg timer it spins in a circle very slowly. Every time the cap is opened it starts to unwind. Three short minutes then, ding! Oh, but your precious eggs will spin around too. How many times can they spin until they twist off? How far until your only wish will be to close it tightly?”

She smiled wickedly, “You’ll have complete control. After I open the cap it spins – if you close the cap it resets. Simple – unless you try to remove the cage I’ve been assured that even the best locksmith or craftsman couldn’t remove this in three minutes. But you’re free to try.”

She untied me laughing lightheartedly as if she wasn’t holding my jewels for ransom, “I’ll see you back here when you see reason and need some really good sex.”

She was right about the locksmith, who took pictures because he’d never seen anything like it.

A month went by. The cage chaffed and I couldn’t get an erection without excruciating pain. My cock stopped trying to get hard even, and I worried it was going to shrivel up forever.

I couldn’t sleep, my nerves were shot and I started to remember only the good things about Clairey. I told myself she was beautiful and sexy and no one gave head as good as she. I pondered her games fondly and considered that wearing girl’s underwear wasn’t anything that lots of guys didn’t do.

In the end, I slunk back to Clairey with my tail between my legs.

For my first lesson she taught me to always agree with everything she said, and do whatever she asked or she would find some way of delivering a mild but effective source of pain. She would tighten the nipple clips she put on me, or simply thwack my dick with this little toy whip she had. Usually she hurt me when I failed to obey, but sometimes she did it ‘just to keep me on my toes’.

Feeling humiliated, I agreed to wear the feminine costume. And once I was wearing the red girly corset with matching stockings and garters she opened the cap on my cage which ticked ominously.

Turning around before me she hiked up her dress, and backed her shapely ass up, sinking up to three inches of my rock hard cock that extended beyond the cage base into her pussy, “Oh Sandy slut, I’ve missed plunging down on your cocklette. I hope you cum soon. We’ve only got two like minutes or we’ll have to wait until next Saturday.”

The half-deep fucking felt amazing but the degrading feelings and name calling didn’t help my slowness. The constant tick tick tick only reminded me that I had an unrealistically short deadline.

My nuts revolved with the timer, slowly turning clockwise. She rode up and down sensually and I did my best to imagine a month’s supply of cum rocketing up into her womb.

My balls started to twist uncomfortably and try as I might I couldn’t plaster her warm insides with spoo in time.

My balls ached while simultaneously I imagined “Bubba” stretching my asshole to spur myself on. But even that image failed to excite me enough to overcome my long standing stamina.

When the torsion was too much I pushed her off my rapidly shrinking dick, “lock it! Fuck! Lock it right away.”

She clicked it shut and the device reset. “Awww, Sandy, I didn’t get any. I wanted so much to feel your cream, to rub it around on my lips.” She licked her other lips sensually. “I was going to share it with you too.” I knew better than to say a word.

She turned and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of wine. When she came back she had ditched her dress so she was wearing only an outfit like mine, except she had high heels too. Shit she was hot! And I was helplessly unable to have her.

“You know,” she started, “It’s been a month since you abandoned me so cruelly, and I’ve started dating another man. Come back tomorrow and you can serve us both. Do that and we can try opening your cage again.”

I went home cursing the cage, but craving Clairey when I should’ve been hating her too. But in the end I could barely wait even another day. I was more a Stockholm prisoner to my lust than to the cage or even Clairey.

I went back the next day broken and ready to do whatever the vixen asked. The two of them were sitting on the couch acting all lovey and cuddly. I even felt jealous. She beckoned me to crouch between her legs lapping at her cunt as she humped wildly, bruising my lips. A few minutes into it, she petted my head to get my attention, “Sandy dear, it’s a good thing your name is Sandy because that’s gonna be your girl name now. Though I’ve been calling you by your girl name ever since we met – you just didn’t know it. Anyway, I’ve decided to take pity on you as long as you’re good. We can unlock you anytime your mouth is serving one of us, Clay or me.”

She reached down deftly popping open the cap while I resumed licking her wild gash. I licked feverishly, stroking the end of my dick with just my thumb and forefinger as fast as I could. I was just about to spew when I heard her lilting voice, “Would you like me to ejaculate in your mouth?” Sadly the thought caused my erection to wane, and the actual spurt made me lose it altogether. Then she locked the cage to spare my nuts.

When she was done cumming she took a few minutes to catch her breath while I lamented that I’d lost my chance.