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Who Needs Willpower - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-06-30 22:15:21 +0000 UTCWhat the heck are these to? Amanda thought to herself, twisting the keys around in her hand. They don’t look like normal house keys. Amanda walked over to her computer, booting it up as she played with them in her hand, jingling them about as she waited.
Hmmm, maybe for a padlock? She typed into google images, scrolling through the results. Nah, they are too small to go to a padlock, and padlocks often had double sided keys. Maybe a lockbox or something? Googling that next, most keys seemed to be circular. She studied the keys closer. She lined them up. The keys were identical copies of each other. Inspecting them, she noticed they had a small engraving on them: “BDSM”
Her eyebrow raised as she read it. No way, Miss Goodie-toe-shoes has a kinky side? She felt a twinge of excitement rising inside her. She googled “bdsm key” and scrolled through the results, finally finding one that looked like what she held.
“Chastity cage stealth lock,” she whispered to herself. What the heck is a chastity cage? She searched for it, her jaw dropping slightly as she saw the results. A cage that locks around a cock, preventing erections and stimulation. As a futa, Amanda knew the importance of the cock. Despite being able to experience massive amounts of pleasure with other ways of sex, without stimulating the cock, a futa couldn't actually push over the edge and cum, no matter how hard they tried.
She spent the next hour going down the rabbit hole of chastity. Watching videos, looking at images, reading blogs. She felt her arousal and excitement growing as she browsed. She learned that the key couldn't be removed from the stealth lock unless it was in the locked position. She felt a stronger twinge of excitement, knowing that Fiona must be locked in the cage at that very moment.
She’s probably freaking out, I should go drop them in her room while she's still asleep, she thought to herself, almost standing up. She paused though, biting her lip with excitement, looking down at the keys as she twirled them in her hand. That must have been why she was so weird today, she lost her keys and couldn’t unlock. Futa’s have a crazy sex drive, and if she couldn’t unlock, she couldn’t cum…
Amanda felt herself growing. She stripped off her T-shirt, and pulled the band of her pajama shorts and panties down, flipping out her cock. Fiona can’t get hard like this, she can’t even touch. Amanda started slowly stroking her cock, rubbing the keys against her tits as she did. Precum leaked out of her cock. Swirling it around with her hand, she wet her entire shaft, stroking faster. She couldn’t help but let a quiet moan escape her lips, leaning her head back over the edge of her chair as she stroked, relaxing into the ecstasy.
So long as I have the keys, no matter how horny she gets, Fiona's trapped in an unending desperation to cum. Amanda stroked faster and faster, her moans getting louder as her breathing deepened. Amanda remembered back to teasing her about staying up pleasuring herself in class, almost giggling knowing with her newfound context. I bet she twitched a little in her cage when I said that, reminding her of exactly what she couldn't have… She could feel her desire for release climbing, building up to an unstoppable wave.
“Mmmmm!” Amanda moaned, cum erupting from her cock, shooting ropes across her stomach and tits. Some powerful blasts shot over her shoulder and the back of the chair, splatting onto the ground behind her, clipping her face and hair in its path.
Amanda exhaled back into her chair, feeling the cum drip down her body. She felt her cock twitch, staying hard as she stared at the keys, imagining just how horny Fiona might be, her trying to sleep. Helplessly leaking precum into her sheets.
I really should return them… She thought to herself, almost pouting. She stripped off her shorts and panties, as cum had dripped down and soaked into their bands. Using the fabric, she wiped the remaining cum off her body and the floor behind her. Tossing her clothes into her hamper, she walked out into the hallway, still completely naked, and made her way towards Fiona’s room. She bent down, about to slide the keys underneath her door when she froze. She felt her heart beating, her stomach in butterflies as she looked at the keys, her cock twitching as she thought of all the possibilities they held. After a few moments, standing naked before Fiona’s door, Amanda turned around. Keys still in hand as she walked back to her room.
She opened up her underwear drawer, slipping the keys safely between two pairs of her panties, before climbing under the blankets and drifting off to sleep. A wide smile across her face.
Fiona woke up to the throbbing of her cage, resting in a damp pool of her own precum. Her eyes hadn’t even opened before her hand slipped under the covers. She ran her hand down her stomach, the sensation of her hand disappearing briefly as she passed over the cage, only to reappear on her balls ignited her arousal. Her hips bucked involuntarily, as if her cock briefly believed it could fuck the steel it was trapped inside. I can’t, there’s no way I can pay attention in class, I gotta skip and find those keys, Fiona thought to herself.
She got up, struggling to keep her hands off her cage for even a moment. She made sure her nightgown was pulled down all the way before finally leaving her room. Amanda was already up, dancing slightly in the kitchen to quiet music while she cooked. She was wearing a black T-shirt with a white, cartoon waffle stamped on it. Fiona could barely see the tips of her pajama shorts peek out from underneath the shirt with every sway of her happy hips.
“Want waffles?” Amanda asked, after seeing Fiona walk out into the living room. She pulled a waffle from the waffle maker and poured some more batter in to replace it. There was a brief twinge of arousal as she reminisced on her discovery the previous night, before quickly pushing it out of her head.
“Sure,” Fiona responded, pulling out a chair and sitting down, resting her head on her hands as she waited. “Dressed for the occasion, huh?” Fiona commented, noticing her shirt.
“Oh it’d be a crime not to be. Waffles deserve our respect,” Amanda responded back with an almost deadly seriousness to her eyes, before cracking to a smile. Fiona couldn’t help but smile back. “You’re up earlier than expected.” Amanda continued “Even with how little of a morning person I am, you still put me to shame on that.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking of staying home today and getting some stuff done. Laundry, cleaning, stuff like that. Wanted to get up early to get a head start on it” Fiona said, taking the plate of waffles as Amanda handed them to her
“Yeah? I’d be down to play hooky, y’know you do still owe me some Game of Thrones after totally bailing last night.” Amanda sat down next her her, buttering her waffles before sliding the butter over to Fiona
“What part of, ‘getting stuff done,’ did you hear as, ‘playing hooky?” Fiona questioned, taking the butter and spreading it. Being sure to get a little butter in every square of the waffle
“All of it. That's literally all I heard.” Amanda replied, pouring syrup across the waffles and sliding it over to Fiona like an assembly line. “Besides, what part of catching up on Game of Thrones isn’t, ‘getting stuff done’” using air quotes to mock Fiona playfully.
Fiona giggled, her throat tightened at the thought of spending the day playing hooky with Amanda, struggling to contain her smile. But she also knew that if Amanda stayed home with her, the chances of her finding the keys went down.
“Alright, but dishes are on you,” Fiona finally caved. Amanda stopped chewing mid bite and looked out over the dozens of dishes she somehow managed to get dirty just trying to make waffles, before staring back at Fiona.
“Oof. Alright, fair enough.” Amanda finished her waffles. She placed her dish in the sink, and started walking towards her room, “But laundry is on you! You can walk both our loads down to the machines.” She shouted back, disappearing into her room. Amanda returned holding her hamper, before quickly taking off her pajama shorts and panties. Fiona's eyes went wide as she felt her face flush red, Looking down at her waffles as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
“If I’m doin’ laundry, I’m getting the most out of the load,” Amanda stated, tossing her shorts and panties into the hamper, Before walking around the island and towards the sink. She started the water and began the dishes.
Amanda felt herself getting a little excited, smiling as she washed. Amanda had a crush on Fiona as well, and finding her keys felt like the perfect way to start pushing the boundaries a bit. Over the course of Amanda’s life, she learned to be able to control her erections, as unwanted erections were incredibly noticeable due to her size. However, It required a lot of concentration, and didn’t do anything to address her horniness. She felt a bead of precum leak from the tip of her cock, but she managed to keep herself small. She wanted to tease Fiona, not blast her with a raging hard-on.
Fiona finished up her waffles while she watched Amanda do the dishes. Her T-shirt was barely long enough to cover her goods, showing just the tiniest strip of her lower butt below the back of her shirt. Her long black hair went past her butt, down to about her knees, obscuring most of the view. But as she danced and hummed softly to the continuing music, her hair would dance and separate behind her, revealing flashes of her legs and butt like gleans of stone behind a waterfall of shimmering hair.
Fiona was mesmerized. She couldn’t help trailing her eyes up and down Amanda's small, supple form. Her cage ached as she watched, feeling the precum drip down her balls. Not only was this the first time in her life that she had gone over a day without cumming, but her crush was dancing half naked in front of her. Fiona’s hand moved down, slipping under her nightgown and gliding over her glistening balls. She whimpered silently under her breath, gliding her fingers down, about to slip inside of her before she snapped herself out of it. Her face instantly flushed hot red, Amanda is literally right there, what are you doing, Fiona!? She cursed to herself, embarrassed by what her denial had pushed her to.
She wiped her hand off on her inner thigh before standing up and bringing her plate over to Amanda. She accepted it with a smile and started washing, not missing a beat in her dance. Fiona went to her room and grabbed her own laundry hamper. Coming back out, she grabbed Amanda's and left their apartment, heading down the stairs to start their laundry.
Just as the door closed behind Fiona, Amanda felt her bead of precum drip down, stretching to her knees before snapping and falling to the floor with a wet plop. Amanda wiped the drop off the floor with her toe, and used her finger to wipe the remaining precum off the tip of her cock, licking it off her finger.
Amanda smiled as she continued the dishes. She wanted to break down and start stroking, but it was incredibly difficult to keep herself from getting hard. She knew if she touched, even just a little, she’d grow to full mast in an instant. And she was having way too much fun teasing Fiona.
She giggled with excitement at the thought of Fiona sitting there, caged while watching her prance around half naked in front of her. I wonder how horny she is? I bet she was leaking through her cage. Amanda kept herself entertained as she finished up the dishes, feeling another drip of precum forming as she continued to dwell on Fiona’s likely frustration.
She stripped right in front of me! Fiona thought to herself as she walked down the hallway. I can’t believe she did that! Does that mean she likes me too? It has to, right? Although I’ve never met anyone as free spirited and confident as Amanda, maybe she just doesn’t care? With both arms holding a laundry hamper, Fiona pushed open the door to the stairwell with her butt, and began walking down the stairs.
Their apartment had a laundromat in the basement with free machines. It was a nice perk of living there, but having to descend four flights of stairs to do the laundry never made anyone excited.
Fiona walked down the stairs, lost in thought about what she had just seen, enough so to not notice the footsteps coming up the stairs. She turned the landing to descend the next flight, just as a guy was mirroring her coming up.
She panicked, remembering she was in her nightgown with no panties. Her brain told her to push the gown against her thighs to make sure he couldn't see anything, but both her hands were preoccupied carrying the laundry.
The guy looked up from his phone as he rounded the landing. His eyes immediately went wide with shock, his gaze piercing up underneath her gown. Fiona's face burned as she hurried down the stairs, unable to do anything to prevent him from seeing, opting to just get out of his line of sight as soon as possible. After a few seconds on the same stair, eyes locked on what Fiona assumed to be her leaking cage, he finally broke his gaze and looked up at her face. He continued up the stairs, smiling as if trying to pretend he didn't see anything.
Fiona couldn’t bear to match his gaze, looking down at the floor as she hurried past him, feeling twinges of excitement pulse through her cock, and coursing embarrassment enveloping the rest of her.
She continued down the stairs, stunned by what had just happened. She felt a drop of precum drip from her cage and snag against her thighs on its way down to the stairs below. Get it together, Fiona! That guy lives in the same apartment building as you. You see him in passing all the time, and he just saw your caged, dripping, cock! And even so, the only thing you can still think about is cumming!?
Fiona continued to doubt her sanity as she entered the laundry room, tossing her clothes in one, Amanda's in another, and starting the cycle. Her hands finally free, she slid them down her front, lifting the edge of her gown with her thumbs, exposing her cage to the empty laundry room. She moved her hands down her stomach, her thumbs resting on the top of her cage, hands curling down below her balls. Her hands like a picture frame around her dripping unit. Her hips bucked on their own, as if trying to grind against the air as Fiona let out a frustrated whimper. I gotta find those keys, or I’m gonna lose my mind. She gave her caged cock a frustrated shake, trying to get whatever stimulation she should. Precum flung off it, leaving trails sticking to her stomach and dripping to the ground below. Finally, she dropped her nightgown again and walked back to her apartment in a horny and embarrassed huff.
