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Who Needs Willpower - Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2023-09-14 18:50:24 +0000 UTCAmanda pushed herself up from the bed, groggily stretching. She smiled as she looked around. This was the first night she had spent in Fiona’s bed. She spent a few moments watching Fiona sleep. Amanda had pulled the blankets off her when she sat up, so Fiona’s nude form was fully exposed. Amanda thought about teasing her, but Fiona’s slow, peaceful breaths dissuaded her.
Amanda quietly slipped out of bed, pulling the blankets back over Fiona. She tip-toed through Fiona's room, not bothering to grab her shirt or reclothe. She grabbed a pen and sticky note off Fiona’s desk, quickly scribbling “Surprise me” on it and sticking it to Fiona’s dresser. Her bare feet made a quiet pitter-patter against the wood floor as she snuck out, taking extra care to close the door behind her as quietly as possible.
Amanda leaned back against the door, running her hands through her smooth hair. She let out a long sigh. Last night had been playing through her mind on repeat. Her cheeks warmed. She couldn’t believe what almost slipped out of her mouth last night. Her thoughts ran wild, arguing with herself as she tried to piece together her feelings.
Did she actually love Fiona? There was no way… Well, they had been best friends for several months. But still, it was way too quick! There were still so many things she didn’t know about her. But everything she learned just seemed to make her fall harder.
Amanda had been in a few relationships before. She understood the honeymoon phase of a new relationship, she had felt it before. But this felt completely different to her. Emotions she had never experienced.
She huffed as she walked through their apartment, trying to push the discourse of emotions from her mind.She threw on a T-shirt and some shorts before returning to the kitchen, making some breakfast to distract herself.
Fiona woke up to a straining like she had never experienced. Her cock throbbed in its new prison. Her previous cage was small, but then again, she was pretty small. It was about the same size as her soft cock. The flat cage was a different story, however. Even if she was completely soft, it was still squeezing her smaller. Trying to get hard felt like trying to kick a ball from an inch away. There was no wind up, no force. The cage stopped her erection before it could even start, leaving her weakly throbbing and helpless against the steel.
The lack of force did nothing to lessen her arousal. In fact, it worsened it. Every soft throb sent tingling waves through her core, not even allowed a taste of an erection, much less an orgasm. Fiona slid her hand down over her cage. The usual bump was gone, replaced by the steel plate pressed down evenly with her pelvis. It was like her cock wasn’t even there.
Fiona sighed as she felt precum leak out of her cage and down her fingers. She almost sunk back into bed, resigning to pleasuring herself. But she managed to pull her hand away and push herself out of bed.
Before long, Amanda heard Fiona’s room door open. She was wearing a beige-pink sweater with a checkered pastel skirt. Her light gray boots went up to just above her knees, and a simple silver necklace glimmered on her chest.
“Damn, maybe I should have you surprise me more often.” Amanda smiled, eyeing Fiona who promptly blushed. Amanda felt the familiar flutter in her chest, defiantly returning her focus to her breakfast. “I made you some eggs. Should probably hurry if we don’t wanna be late though.”
“Thank you.” Fiona brushed her hair behind her ear, before sitting down to eat. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake me up.”
“I thought I’d let you sleep since I’m super nice.”
“You? Nice?” Fiona stuck the tip of her tongue out at Amanda, who scoffed with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Fi!” Amanda teased. Fiona immediately backed down, returning to her breakfast, as if hoping Amanda would forget she said anything.
They finished their breakfast and went to class. Amanda didn’t tease Fiona throughout the day, but the cage was teasing enough. She had become accustomed to her old cage, even able to forget it was there throughout the day. But her new cage was an ever present thought in her mind. Its squeeze was a constant tease. She was grateful she decided to wear panties today, as they were completely soaked by the end of the day. Without their presence, she was sure her skirt would be visibly wet.
There was one benefit to her new cage. It was invisible while swimming. The little bump of her previous cage was gone, and with it, any indication of her state. This made swimming a lot easier, but the locker room was the opposite.
Her previous cage was small enough to incite disbelief from Kaylee and Mia a few days prior. She was always worried someone would see her cage, but the humiliation from being caught in an even smaller cage? She could hardly imagine.
Fiona managed to make it through her shower without incident. She hurried to her locker, quickly slipping her clothes back on. She didn’t bother with her panties, they were too damp.
“How was your first day in your new cage?” Amanda asked, slipping her hand into Fiona’s as they walked home. Fiona didn’t bother responding, she only groaned and rolled her head back. Amanda laughed, playfully nudging her shoulder into Fiona.
“Well if it makes you feel any better, I have a little something to help you take your mind off it.” Amanda squeezed Fiona’s hand tighter, making a turn off their normal route home.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
They walked together for a few minutes, swinging their clasped hands back and forth, enjoying the warm evening air. Amanda pulled Fiona to a stop, just in front of a thrift store.
“Before we go in, you might need to put these on.” Amanda pulled a pair of Fiona’s panties out of her backpack. Fiona immediately reddened.
“I wore some today!” Fiona whispered defensively, looking around to make sure no one saw what was in Amanda's hands.
“Oh really? That's surprising…” Amanda quickly slid her hand up Fiona’s inner thigh and under her skirt, immediately feeling her bare cage. “Never figured you for a liar.” Amanda teased.
“I-I’m not. It’s just after swim practice I didn’t put them back on, they were too…”
“Too what?” Fiona huddled closer to Amanda, dropping her voice.
“Too… Wet…” Amanda stood silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Guess you like your new cage after all!” Amanda giggled, before handing Fiona’s panties over. “Put these on and then we can go in.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here. The street is clear right now, so if you don’t want an audience…” Fiona nervously scanned her surroundings. After confirming the coast was clear, she quickly stepped into her panties. In order to slide them up all the way, she had to lift her skirt. Even if it was just for a moment, flashing her flat cage to the world made her body quake.
“So, since I’ve been having so much fun dressing you up recently, I thought maybe it’d be fun to try something new!” Amanda and Fiona entered the thrift shop. Amanda continued to lead Fiona by the hand, pulling her to the women’s clothes section. “Why don’t we both pick out an outfit for each other?”
“Yeah? That sounds fun!”
“Alright,” Amanda pulled out her phone to check the time, “Let’s give us… 10 minutes. With that time we gotta pick out 1 outfit, and we’ll meet by the changing room. Break!” Amanda threw their clasped hands into the air like a sports team huddle. Fiona giggled as Amanda scurried away, playfully ducking down, as if trying to make Fiona lose her between the racks of clothes.
Fiona’s heart raced as she looked through the racks of clothes. With every article, she imagined what Amanda would look like wearing it. The feeling of being able to control her clothes, choose whatever clothes she wanted and get to see Amanda in them like she was a doll. It was exhilarating. She wondered if Amanda felt like this every time she picked out her clothes. She hoped so.
There was a wide variety to choose from, but a lot of the clothes seemed like they would be too big for Amanda. There were plenty of street clothes that seemed like they would fit, but they were too similar to Amanda’s usual style. She wanted to see Amanda in something she normally wouldn’t choose for herself.
She finally found what she was looking for. A pure white summer dress, with a sash around its stomach that tied into a bow on its back. She had never seen Amanda in anything white. Even dresses were a rarity, having only ever seen her in one. She felt butterflies as she imagined the view. Having figured out the base outfit, she spent the rest of her time looking for potential accessories.
Fiona was leaning against the wall by the changing rooms when Amanda finally arrived. They both immediately laughed once they saw what each other had picked out. They were polar opposites. Fiona’s bundle of clothing was white, while Amanda's was black.
“Guess we both had the same idea!” Amanda giggled, exchanging outfits with Fiona. “Hurry up and change, I’m too excited to see what you look like in this.”
They took two changing rooms side by side. Fiona tossed the clothes on the bench, taking her time separating them and examining each article. One jumped out immediately. Fishnet tights. Fiona could hardly believe Amanda was able to find something like that in the store. She stripped off all her other clothes except her panties. Even with the cage still covered, she felt incredibly exposed.
She slipped the fishnet tights on. They were more difficult to put on than she expected, her toes constantly snagging in the small holes as she pulled them up. Once they were on, she immediately felt a rush of arousal. She had never worn anything like this before. When it came to clothes, she didn’t own any lingerie or anything even relatively adult themed.
Despite having no audience, Fiona was getting increasingly flushed standing around in just panties and fishnets. She quickly put on the rest of the clothes, examining herself in the mirror.
The outfit was pretty quintessential goth. Aside from her fishnets, Amanda had given her some black heeled boots, a black skirt, and a black shoulderless long sleeve crop top. The black skirt had two belts wrapped around the top, clinging it tight to her hips and giving it a strapped appearance, as well as a few chains that hung between two points on the skirt's rim. The top was a soft cotton material with a zipper that ran straight up the front between her breasts. The arms were so long, that even bunched up slightly, they pushed over her palms, leaving only the tips of her fingers exposed.
Amanda had even included some black suspenders. Fiona tried them over the crop top, but they bunched the shirt awkwardly underneath them. Instead, she opted to put the suspenders under her crop top, showing slivers of its presence between her top and skirt, as well as over her bare shoulders. The suspenders wouldn’t rest evenly across her boobs, continually slipping off to outsides, pressing her boobs together slightly and accentuating her chest.
Fiona felt incredibly sexy. She had never worn such an adult outfit before, she could hardly recognize herself. She ran her hands down her body, giddily biting her lip. She took a breath to calm herself and stepped out of the changing room.
Amanda was already outside waiting for her. The pure white sundress reached down to her mid thighs, the straps from the bow resting against the small round of her butt. She had a straw sunhat about as wide as her shoulders, with a black strap around it. Her shoes were simple black flats, allowing her skin to remain unobstructed from the tops of her feet to the bottom of her dress. She had a few beaded colorful bracelets on one of her wrists. Fiona had picked them out almost as a joke, but combined with her airy, bright outfit, the pops of color made it look like she was wearing summer.
Fiona’s heart fluttered. Amanda's deep blue eyes against the otherwise colorless outfit. Her long black hair sharply contrasting her pure white dress. Fiona stopped part way in the changing room’s doorway, allowing herself to take Amanda in.
“You look amazing.” Fiona softly spoke, still in awe. Amanda hadn’t noticed Fiona until she spoke. She took a sharp excited breath as she saw Fiona, before immediately collecting herself.
“You think so?” Amanda twirled playfully. “Definitely not my usual style, you can really see your influence,” she giggled. “But youuu!” Amanda rushed up to Fiona, eagerly pacing around her to take in the outfit from every angle. Fiona felt self conscious, being studied by Amanda.
“I’ve never worn anything like this…”
“Oh I can tell, you look insanely uncomfortable.” Amanda teased. “But Fi… You are so smokin’. The black works really well with your red hair too, I gotta say. Might be your color. You’re the goth girlfriend of my dreams.”
“Right, because anyone who knows me, knows I’m goth.”
“That’s true… Cosplay then. Because there is no way we aren't buying that outfit. I’m gonna need some alone time with it.”
“Oh my God…” Fiona whispered, putting her hands to her face in embarrassment. “We’re getting yours too then, I’m not gonna be the only one getting something different. Plus, you look adorable…” Amanda’s energy faded, a hint of pink filled her cheeks.
“Thanks…”
The girls changed back, checked out their outfits and walked home. Amanda insisted they change back into their thrift outfit after the finished dinner, only this time Fiona wasn’t afforded a changing room. Or her panties. The outfit felt a hundred times more revealing without panties, her cage and balls perfectly squeezing through one of the fishnet holes.
Fiona had barely finished dressing when Amanda pressed herself against her, pushing her back against the wall. Her knees weakened as Amanda's lips pressed against hers. She reached around Amanda, pulling her against herself. She expected Amanda to pull her skirt up and take her against the wall. She longed for it. But Amanda was in no rush.
Amanda pulled off Fiona’s lips, chuckling under her breath as she stopped Fiona’s probing hands, holding them still against her lower back.
“C’mon,” She whispered, still hovering near Fiona’s lips. Fiona complied, following her to the couch. Amanda pushed her back across the couch, quickly crawling on top of her, meeting Fiona’s lips once again.
With every deep kiss, Fiona anticipated Amanda's hands to slip beneath her clothes. But each kiss was only followed by another. Despite Fiona’s throbbing body, she was in no hurry to push things along. Every kiss made her stomach tingle.
Amanda’s kisses slowed. She nuzzled into Fiona’s face, kissing her cheek softly before slipping down to rest her head on Fiona’s chest. She wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her as she laid in silence. They rested together, the room silent save the rhythmic tick of their living room clock.
A few moments passed. Fiona was about to break the silence and ask Amanda what was wrong, when Amanda beat her to it.
“Should I let you cum?” Fiona almost instinctively answered ‘please!’ but something stopped her. Amanda’s tone. It wasn’t her usual teasing voice. It was quieter. More somber.
“Why are you asking?”
“I mean I haven’t let you cum a single time… Isn’t that… I don’t know, a little too mean?”
“...Is this about this morning?” Fiona leaned her head down, trying to meet Amanda’s face, but she was nuzzled into Fiona’s chest, shielding herself. “I was just messing with you.”
“No, I know,” Amanda pushed up from Fiona’s chest. She crossed her fingers across Fiona’s chest, resting her chin on her hands as she looked up at her. “But still, I.. I really like you, and I don’t wanna be too selfish. I don’t want you to like, resent me for never letting you cum or something.” Fiona almost laughed, but Amanda’s serious expression stopped her.
“Do you like denying me?”
“Yeah! A lot. Like… really a lot.” Fiona couldn’t help smiling at her response.
“Well I like pleasing you. A lot,” Fiona teasingly mocked Amanda’s response, helping pull a smile from her. “Of course I really wanna cum. More than I have ever wanted to before. But not as much as I want to excite you. I love knowing that my frustration turns you on. It makes it… worth it. I mean don’t get me wrong, if you want to let me cum, pleeease let me cum. I still really really want to. But only if you want me to. I don’t want like… a pity release or something. Or for you to feel obligated to let me finish.”
“Yeah? You sure? Because denying you is really fuckin’ hot. What if telling you ‘no’ always excites me more than giving you permission?” Fiona’s throat tightened. Her stomach churned with nerves and excitement, like the feeling of teetering over the highest drop on a rollercoaster.
“You asked me how long I’d stay denied when I first gave you my keys, remember? I said ‘however long you want,’ and… and I meant it.” A wide smile grew across Amanda’s face, biting her lip.
“Fuck you’re perfect.” Amanda passionately pressed into Fiona’s lips. Amanda’s hands slid around Fiona’s neck, pulling her closer with every kiss. Fiona felt Amanda begin to grind into her side, causing Fiona to begin grinding herself. Only instead, grinding her cage against the air. Amanda pulled away, resting her forehead against Fiona’s.
“Take off your fishnets. I don’t wanna tear them.” Fiona knew what that meant. She immediately complied, wiggling excitedly as she pushed them down, shaking her feet until they slipped loose and onto the floor. Amanda grabbed Fiona’s side, tilting her hips towards her. Fiona’s breath shook in anticipation as she felt Amanda lift her skirt, her fingertips trailing across her skin.
“God yes…” Fiona moaned under her breath, feeling Amanda push inside her. Amanda slid a hand under Fiona’s crop top, gripping her chest as she kissed her. Fiona moaned against her, trying to grind her cage against Amanda's stomach, but it was so flat, her balls pressed against her skin before the cage.
Fiona groaned with frustration, struggling against her cage, desperately trying to push free of her metal prison. Her hands hungrily searched Amanda's skin, sliding under her dress, grabbing her butt and pulling her deeper. She tried to thrust Amanda faster, but her hips tightened, telling Fiona that it was not her who set the pace.
Amanda continued at an excruciatingly slow pace. It felt like she was hardly moving, each thrust gliding the entire length of Amanda’s shaft. Fiona surrendered, relaxing her body. Allowing Amanda to use her like a fleshlight, for whatever speed or duration she wished.
Amanda truly pushed that limit. She continued for nearly an hour, slowly thrusting, running her lips along Fiona’s neck and exposed shoulders. Fiona could hardly think. Her precum had completely soaked her cage and balls, dripping onto Amanda’s stomach and trailing down to saturate a bundle of her dress trapped beneath them.
Fiona’s thoughts had nearly stopped entirely, completely flooded by her aching cage and burning desire to cum. Amanda’s hips stopped.
“Do you wanna cum?” Amanda whispered, her breath warm against Fiona’s neck.
“Y-yes… P-please…” Fiona’s voice hardly formed, quivering as her hips continued to buck unconsciously, trying to resume Amanda’s movement.
“Well, I don’t give out pity orgasms. Are you willing to earn it?” Fiona could hear Amanda’s smile. A gentle kiss pressed against Fiona’s neck
“Yes, yes please anything. I’ll do anything, fuck Amanda I need to cum.” Fiona pressed her hips against Amanda's stomach, grinding her balls across Amanda’s skin, audibly slick with precum.
“Yeah? Anything? You need it that bad?” Amanda teased, sliding her hand down and rubbing Fiona’s cage. Fiona rolled her head back, groaning.
“Yesss, fucking please!”
“Mkay. Stay.” Amanda pushed off Fiona, climbing off the couch. Now that she was standing, the amount of precum that had leaked into her dress was obvious. It stuck to her skin. Amanda’s jaw dropped, laughing a little. She grinned at Fiona, before stripping off her dress, using it to wipe any remaining precum before dropping it to the floor. Now standing completely naked, she grinned at Fiona before skipping off to her room. She came back with her hands behind her back.
“Sit up for me.” She commanded. Fiona promptly complied. She sat down on the couch next to her, before reaching her arms around Fiona’s neck, attaching a black choker to the base of her neck. It was just a simple black strap with a small decorative lock hanging off its front.
“If you want the chance to cum, you’ll need to snap that off.” Fiona fiddled with the small lock.
“What do you mean?”
“That choker stays on. Always. It doesn’t come off until it breaks off. It’s latched with magnets, and the choker itself won’t stretch at all. If you wanna cum, take me far enough down your throat to snap your choker off.”
“What!? I-I can’t take you that far, I can barely even get you into my throat at all!”
“Well, if you wanna cum, then… you better practice.” Fiona sat stunned, absentmindedly fiddling with her new permanent accessory. She could barely get Amanda into her throat, still only able to do it on occasion. All the way down her throat? How long would it take her? A week? A month? Could she even do it? Her cock throbbed in her cage, twitching and leaking as her mind contemplated what that would mean. She could spend hundreds of hours on her knees without ever cumming herself.
Her brain was still racing when her body acted on its own, dropping to her knees and taking Amanda in her mouth. She immediately took her as far as she could. Feeling Amanda's massive cock press against the back of her throat reinforced how far she was from her goal.
She began bobbing, each thrust pushing as deep as she could. She thrusted faster and faster, her body's desperation slowly taking over. The thought of being able to cum; it being in her control? She couldn’t stop, desperately fighting for her own release. Fiona didn’t even know how long she had been trying when she felt Amanda’s cum erupted in her mouth. Fiona’s back arched, teetering on the edge in her cage as Amanda sent ropes down her throat.
“Mmmmm God good girl…” Amanda sighed. She began sitting up when Fiona’s hands pressed down on her legs, pushing her back down. Fiona pulled off Amanda’s cock, pressing her lips to the base of her shaft, licking and sliding her way up to the tip.
“Please... More.” Fiona knew there was no way she could snap the choker. She had hardly even taken Amanda into her throat the whole time she had tried. But her cock didn’t care. Precum pooled on the wood floor, her cock twitching constantly at the thought. There was the chance. The chance of cumming. She needed it. Without waiting for Amanda’s response, Fiona slipped Amanda’s cock back between her lips.
“Oh my Goddd,” Amanda moaned through a chuckle. “If we’re going another round, this time I’m in charge.” Amanda grabbed Fiona’s hair, tugging her off her cock and pulling her onto the couch. Fiona immediately recognized, trying to flip onto her back to hang her head partially off the couch. “Wait.” Amanda leaned off the couch, grabbing her precum soaked dress off the floor. “Hands behind your back.”
Fiona whined at the thought, but she complied. Amanda twisted her dress up, wrapping it around Fiona’s wrists and tying them together. Then she grabbed Fiona’s hair, leading her onto her back with her head off the edge.
Amanda slapped her cock against her face, grinding it against her. With her hands bound, Fiona’s mouth searched for her tip, licking across her shaft, trying to use her lips and tongue to guide it inside.
She finally got it, feeling Amanda's shaft slip between her lips. Without any warning, Amanda began thrusting at full speed. Fiona’s arms instinctually pulled up defensively, her back arching in pleasure as they remained bound in place. She quivered as Amanda used her, completely helpless to stop her.
Amanda placed one of her hands on Fiona’s chest, pressing her against the couch. Her other hand wrapped around Fiona’s neck, preventing her from trying to wiggle away. Fiona moaned into Amanda’s cock, her toes curling.
Amanda began pounding into Fiona’s mouth. Feeling Fiona wiggle and squirm beneath her as she thrusted was more than enough to push Amanda to the edge. She pulled out to her tip.
“Deep breath.” A soft moan escaped Fiona’s lips, inhaling deeply before Amanda immediately thrusted again. She couldn’t hold back. Fiona's chest had slipped partially out of her crop top, her underboob and nipples barely peeking out from beneath the black, bouncing with every thrust. Her skirt was completely soaked, sticking to her cage and thighs, glistening in the soft light.
Amanda’s cock exploded, shoving as deep as Fiona’s throat would allow. Fiona squirmed as she felt the cum gush down her throat, she wiggled side to side, the need to breathe slowly creeping up on her.
“10… 9… 8…” Fiona’s eyes widened as Amanda counted, squirming helplessly against Amanda’s grip. Her back arched, her feet searching the couch for purchase. Time seemed to slow, each second feeling longer and longer. She could feel precum leak down her inner thighs, she convulsed as she shook on the edge, pulling her knees to her chest.
“3… 2……. 1.” Finally Amanda’s cock slipped from her throat. Fiona took a heavy breath, her legs pressing against the couch, her hips thrusting up and back arching, as if trying to give her lungs more room to grow. Amanda rested her cock against Fiona’s face, panting herself. Fiona absentmindedly licked it, cleaning off any residual cum while she caught her breath.
“Thirty seconds. Good girl…” Amanda sighed, enjoying Fiona’s warm lips against her cock.
“...More?” Fiona squeaked, her hips returning to their habitual soft grind against the air.
“Jesus!” Amanda laughed, turning around and sitting on the ground, leaning against the couch next to Fiona’s head. “You’re fucking insatiable…” Fiona whined, laughing through as she rolled to her side, nuzzling her face into Amanda’s neck. “That’s enough practice for tonight. You need another three or four inches by the way.” Fiona groaned, thinking back on how deep it felt like Amanda was pushing. Yet she was still so far away?
Fiona tucked her knees to her chest, closing her eyes as she rested against Amanda. Despite the throbbing in her cage, the humiliation of being completely used, denied even oxygen for Amanda’s pleasure, her body hummed in ecstasy.
“More tomorrow then?” Fiona asked softly
“More tomorrow. Maybe we’ll shoot for 45.” Amanda giggled, relaxing her head back on the couch. After a few moments, Fiona’s whisper broke the silence.
“Promise?” Amanda's eyebrows rose surprised, turning around to face Fiona. Fiona’s eyes were still closed, with a softening smile as exhaustion took over her; her hair draping gently across her face. Amanda climbed onto the couch, snuggling up behind Fiona, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She lifted her head, pecking Fiona on the cheek.
“Promise.”
Comments
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Thank you so much, I'm glad to hear it! Will do my best!
Lexif Xilef
Sooo. I just looked at all your posts and read through all your story's and I gotta say: they are awesome. I really enjoyed reading them (plus, they check most of my kinks....🙈), keep up the good work. I'm looking forward to it;)
