Copyright Katt Ford 2019

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  Caged

  The body has its limits. Even when you're only 22. Even when you've found yourself inexplicably in the expensive house of a sexy older woman, submitting to her sexual dominance in a game more exciting than anything you've ever experienced. Crystal had ordered me to stay hard in her presence, and up until that point, it had never been a problem. Even orgasm rarely seemed to soften my manhood for long. Not when Crystal was around. And that was exactly what she wanted.

  But now, it seemed, she had a different goal in mind. Or maybe she just wanted to determine exactly what my limits were. Either way, as I stood in her shower, chained to a grab bar anchored to the wall while cold water streamed over my naked body, my cock finally began to soften. It seemed to take forever, and my skin felt entirely numb by the time my erection abated. But it happened. If that was what Crystal had been waiting for, it had arrived.

  But the truth about Crystal was that I never really knew what she wanted. Not entirely, anyway. That she wanted to dominate and humiliate and use me for her pleasure was clear. But I never could anticipate what she had in mind from one moment to the next. She was wildly creative when it came to sex, far more so than any woman I had been with up to that point. Far more so than her daughter. I could never think of what happened between Gemma and me without a stab of guilt. Crystal was right; I shouldn't have treated Gemma the way that I did. The fact that her mother had made me pay for it so profoundly did little to lessen the sense of shame I felt whenever I thought about it. But young as I was, I wasn't so stupid as to think that Crystal's only aim in tormenting me like this was to get revenge for the way I had treated her daughter. In fact, standing there under the cold water of the shower, I suspected that it had very little to do with it anymore. Crystal had made me pay. She had made me kneel and apologize and beg her forgiveness. Everything that followed was just an expression of what she wanted. And, as it turned out, what I wanted, too. The fact that she was my ex-girlfriend's mother barely registered in my mind anymore. Crystal was - well, there was no other word for it. She was my mistress. Pure and simple. I never would have dared to call her my girlfriend, and even the word seemed out of place for a woman as elegant and dignified as she was. I could hardly call her my lover. I had only met her the night before, and as far as I could see, there was very little love involved in our relationship. Lots and lots of lust. But no love. We didn't even know each other. Besides, we still had not had sex. And the way crystal was going, I was starting to wonder if we ever would. Yet we had done everything besides that. I still had the faint taste of her orgasm on my tongue as I shivered under the shower. I had fingered her and licked her, and she had stroked me to orgasm almost the minute I stepped inside her house. But actual sex with Crystal, the thing I longed for most, the thing that kept me submitting to her will over and over again, was starting to seem like a distant mirage that recedes as you approach it.

  I might have been young. But I wasn't stupid. I could see what Crystal was doing. She was holding out the faint promise of sex with her to get me to do the bizarre, humiliating, and occasionally painful things she wanted me to do. I knew that. But the truth was that for whatever inexplicable reason, I wanted to do these things too. As I trembled into the cold water of the shower, I wanted the ordeal to be over. But the thought that she was putting me through this for her own twisted pleasure turned me on enormously. Even if my erection had finally succumbed to the cold and softened completely, I still felt desire burning inside me. No amount of water could extinguish that flame.

  I sighed with relief as I heard footsteps echoing through the bedroom outside. Crystal had left the door of her en suite bathroom open. I had no idea what she had been doing in there while she left me to freeze in the shower. But my heart fluttered in excitement as I listened to her footsteps approach. She was wearing shoes again. I knew that immediately. And I waited in breathless anticipation to see what my mistress was wearing as she appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.

  Crystal didn't disappoint. While I suffered under the assault of the cold water, she had been getting ready. She must've had a store of makeup somewhere other than the bathroom, because I could see that she had reapplied mascara and eyeliner to make her dazzling eyes glitter all the more as they shifted from blue to green to gray and back again under the bathroom light. Her lips were a deep and flawless red, just as they had been the night before when she had so bewitched me in her gorgeous red dress. But there was no dress this time. Instead, Crystal appeared before me as a vision of unutterable loveliness in exquisite lingerie.

  She was wearing some kind of basque, her breasts cupped and pushed together by purple fabric trimmed with black lace. Besides the purple panel that ran down the front of her stomach, the basque was sheer black lace, her skin showing under the material as she moved. Black lace panties clung to her hips, cupping the ass I had so recently kissed while Crystal touched herself in front of me. Sheer black stockings clung to her thighs, supported by nothing more than their grip on her beautiful legs. Black leather ankle boots with a wicked spike heel shone on her feet. As always, Crystal looked amazing. I had dated my share of attractive girls, but girls my age didn't generally have Crystal's extensive collection of clothes and toys. Nor did they have her confidence. Crystal watched me through the glass walls of the shower cubicle as she approached, clearly savoring the way my eyes traveled over her body. I couldn't help myself if I tried. I had seen her naked minutes ago, yet this lingerie of hers was somehow even more provocative. And the way she walked in her heels was enough to make a spasm of lust sweep through my body. Crystal was never less than utterly stunning. And although the constant stream of cold water had softened my cock at last, I desired her at that moment no less than any other moment since we had first met.

  Crystal slid the door the shower cubicle open and reached inside. I sighed with relief as she turned the water off. For a moment, the only sound was the dripping of cold water sliding off my skin to disappear down the shower drain. Crystal kept her distance. Her eyes seemed to glow as she looked at me, her gaze traveling brazenly over my body. Despite the coldness of my skin, I felt a faint prickle of heat in my cheeks as she stared at my limp cock. It was the first time she had seen me without an erection, contrary to her rules. My stomach churned as I wondered if there was some devious punishment in store for me next.

  "That's better," Crystal smiled at me. "Have you calmed yourself down now?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I panted. Of course, I wanted her as badly as ever. But physically, I was in no condition to have her even if she had allowed it. At least there was no chance of an unauthorized orgasm anytime soon. Not until I warmed up a little and the blood began to flow more easily through my veins again.

  "Good." Crystal's red lips bent upwards in a sly smile. She looked endlessly pleased with herself. And why not? The woman had played me like an instrument. She had been in firm control from the moment she sat down across the table from me in the restaurant. And she knew it. I was just discovering the dark thrill of these sexy games, but Crystal was clearly an expert. In her house and playing by her rules, I was very much in her territory. And nothing about her let me forget that fact for even a moment.

  "I had an idea," Crystal said. I watched from inside the shower as she leaned back against the sink, supporting herself with her hands on the countertop. The key to the chain that held me anchored to the shower's grab bar was there, right next to her hand. Hope surged inside me. I wanted to be released, to towel the remnants of the cold water off myself and warm up. But that basic desire was almost lost in the more pressing desire for her. So madly in lust with her, I felt as though I could ignore every other need I had. As though I wouldn't need to eat or drink or even breathe air so long as I could be with her. As though my whole life had been leading to this.

  “You seem to like my ideas, don’t you?” Crystal teased.

  "Yes, Mistress,'" I replied. Some of them, anyway, I mentally added. I hadn't enjoyed my time into the cold shower, any more than I had enjoyed being locked in her walk-in closet overnight. But that was what Crystal wanted.

  "Well, you might not be quite as keen on this one," Crystal said. I watched her hand sink down her body, and it was only as her fingers grazed the smooth skin of her thigh that I noticed a bulge in the top of one stocking. There was something there, tucked under the elastic that held the stocking up, and I watched as Crystal reached inside and retrieved the item. It was a small metal device that sat in the palm of her hand, made up of narrow bars of stainless steel. Crystal held it out in front of her, but no matter how I stared at it, I had no idea what I was looking at.

  “Do you know what this is?”

  "No, Mistress." Crystal smile deepened slightly.

  "Well," she said, and her breasts strained against the purple fabric that contained them as she drew in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, "I've decided that the best way to keep you in line is to make sure you can never have another orgasm again without my permission. This will help with that. You see, I want to put your cock in there." Crystal's finger showed between the bars of the device as she slid it inside. "Then I lock the device. Once it's locked, you won't be able to get it off. And you won't be able to touch your cock. In fact, you won't even be able to get an erection. Can you imagine that?"

  I said nothing. Until that point, I had thought being speechless was just a phrase. But as I stared into Crystal's shining eyes, I found myself incapable of speaking a word. Thoughts raced through my brain faster than I could examine them. Surely she couldn't be serious? But when had Crystal ever not been serious in the short time I had known her? In less than twenty-four hours, this woman had made me do things I had never even imagined, let alone thought I would find myself doing. Still, this was a big step further. Everything we had done up to that point had been part of a kinky game that I wanted to play, even when it was painful or humiliating. This new twist would be both, but it would be more than that. After all, I couldn't stay at Crystal's house forever, even if I wanted to. Sooner or later, our adventure would end, and I would return to my regular life. But with this… thing locked onto me, Crystal would maintain her control over me even when she wasn't around. And at that thought, I felt a faint surge in my cold cock. It would be the ultimate act of submission to her. The power she held over me was already incredible. But with this, it would be complete. Was I ready for that? More importantly, could I bring myself to refuse her?

  "As you can imagine, this can be very… challenging for a man. Especially for a young man like you. Horny as you boys are, you get embarrassing little boners all the time, don't you? Well, this will put a stop to that. But more importantly, it will allow you to focus solely on my pleasure. Your orgasms will become mine to gift or withhold as I see fit. You'll need to work very, very hard to please me. And you'll find quite quickly that you will be willing to do absolutely anything I say. If I order you to drop to your knees in the middle of a busy street and worship my feet in front of a crowd of people, you'll do it just for the promise of an orgasm. Believe me. I've broken stronger men than you with devices like this."

  "I…" My voice trailed off weakly. I didn't know what to say. Fear bloomed inside me, an icy fist squeezing my heart in my chest as I looked at Crystal and the device she held. And yet through the fog of fear and arousal, I could see the truth of what she said. Already, this woman could make me do the unthinkable. With that kind of power over me, she would rule me completely. She would own me. And slowly, my cock began to swell again as it recovered from the cold water torture.

  "It's not a decision to be taken lightly," Crystal went on, her eyes peering deep into mine as she spoke. "You know that I'm in charge here, and you need to do what I say if you want me to keep playing with you. But I want you to say it. If I put this device on you, you'll have no more say in anything. Quicker than you think, you'll find yourself begging me to do terrible things to you. The male sex drive is just that powerful. Control his cock, and you control a man. That's what I'm offering you. Total and complete servitude to me."

  The tremors that shook my body had little to do with the cold anymore. The chain that held me against the grab bar of the shower rattled as Crystal stared at me from across the bathroom. I watched as she tossed her head, her black hair streaming down her back as she waited for my response.

  "Last chance," she said at last. "Either I unlock you and let you go, and we never speak again. Or else you wear this cage for me. You give me your cock and become my slave forever. What do you say?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I croaked, and I hardly believed the words as they came out of my mouth. It was the same as the night before. Nothing Crystal could do, no matter how outrageous it seemed, terrified me as much as the thought of her sending me away. The idea of giving her control of my physical pleasure was frightening. But it was also wildly erotic. And as a beautiful smile broke across Crystal's delighted face, I was reminded yet again of the awful truth: I never could say no to her. If she wanted me to be her slave, that's what I would be. That's what I was, from the moment I saw her across a crowded restaurant.

  "Excellent," Crystal grinned. Straightening up from where she leaned on the sink, she took a step across the bathroom and reached into the shower cubicle. I groaned as she took my cock in her hand. The lingering effects of the cold water prevented me from becoming erect, but my member swelled to her touch all the same. With some difficulty, she slid the steel tube over my cock, and I grunted as she pressed it hard against me. Now, just too late, my cock was desperately trying to swell, aroused by her touch and the shocking reality of what she was doing. But Crystal was firm. A steel bar swung into position behind my scrotum, and the device clicked as she locked it into place. Already, I could feel the tightness of the steel bars gripping my cock in a way that did nothing to alleviate the growing arousal I felt.

  "Good boy," Crystal grinned. For a moment, she stood in front of me, taller than I was in her high heels. Her eyes flickered over my face as she smiled. She looked so out of place, standing in her sexy lingerie in the shower cubicle. But she looked amazing. I could only guess what wild thoughts were swirling inside her head as she looked at me.

  I wasn't in the least prepared for what happened next. Crystal reached out and placed a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me towards her as she stepped in closer. My locked cock pressed against her hip, and her boobs swelled against my chest, and the breath felt as though it were being crushed out of my lungs as she pressed her red lips against mine. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and as she kissed me, I kissed her back. A dull ache spread from between my legs as my cock tried to harden. My first kiss from Crystal, after all the other things we had done. As though her lips had unleashed some strange cocktail of chemicals inside my body, I felt all manner of feelings swirling in my head. The kiss was so unexpected, it took my breath away. And while it lasted, I forgot almost everything else. I forgot I was standing in her shower, wet and naked, my cock locked into a chastity device. I forgot that she was my ex-girlfriend's mother, exacting a terrible revenge for the way I had treated her daughter. I forgot everything except the feel of her lips against mine and the warmth of her body and the impossibility of wanting anything more than this.

  Finally, our kiss broke. As Crystal stepped back from me, her eyes sparkled, and a giddy smile showed on her face. She looked years younger, as though rejuvenated by my complete submission to her. The key to the chain that kept me in the shower was in her hand, and she unfastened one end from my cuffed hands. She threaded the chain through the grab bar and kept hold of the other end, the slack metal hanging between us like a leash that connected her hand to my balls. The steel cuff clicked quietly against the chastity device as I moved.

  “How badly do you want to come right now, boy toy?” Crystal grinned at me.

  “Badly, Mistress,” I answered truthfully. “Really badly.”

  "Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Crystal giggled. "There's only one key to that device, and I've hidden it away. I don't feel like letting you come today. And tomorrow is not looking good either. But maybe you'll find a way to persuade me to be lenient." Carefully, conscious of the wet floor, Crystal stepped backward out of the shower cubicle. The chain between us grew taut, and she tugged on it lightly, making my balls and locked cock bounce. "Out you get," she said brightly. And I stepped forward, my cuffed hands held in front of me like a penitent as I emerged from the shower cubicle. Crystal had never looked more pleased with herself. Her breasts rose and fell in the lace trimmed cups of her basque, and I could see that she was excited. Reducing me to this was turning her on. And that, in turn, made my cock ache as it tried to swell in the chastity device.

  "It's thinking with your cock the got you into this mess in the first place," Crystal mocked as she stood in front of me, still holding the end of the chain. "So it's probably a good thing that it's mine now. You won't be able to cheat on anyone ever again, will you?"

  "No, Mistress." I had no thought in my head of other women besides Crystal. But she was right. The device would enforce monogamy on me for as long as she intended to use it. Not that that worried me unduly. If only she would let me fuck her, I would never need to so much as look at another woman.

 

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