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The New Neighbor - part 9
🕑 Added 2025-12-20 20:18:11 +0000 UTCThe New Neighbor - part 9
So once again I was locked in a chastity cage, but this time it wasn’t a punishment. At least that’s what I had been told by Kristina. She had plans for me, or plans for my ass at least, and she wanted me to be as horny as possible. I would have loved to have refused her request to lock myself back in the cage, but unfortunately she still had that picture of me in the panties, so I couldn’t risk defying her right then.
I did as her note ordered and locked up my cock, no relief, and posted the keys through her letterbox, thankful that I at least wouldn’t have to spend the whole week in chastity this time. Even so, I was still disappointed that I couldn’t relieve the ache I had left Kristina’s house with.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. Later the following evening, Kristina sent me a text that said. ‘Come over at 9pm tonight. Go to back door, wearing panties. NOTHING ELSE.’
Holy shit was she serious? She wanted me to leave the house in nothing but a pair of panties. What if someone saw?
I guess she did say to use the back, which would mean I wouldn’t be facing the street at least. I would just need to hop the fence quickly, I would be pretty well hidden. But I would still feel incredibly exposed, leaving my house in panties. I figured that was the point, Kristina liked to remind me of my vulnerability, or of her control. Not that I needed reminding at this point.
20:55. I was standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but the panties, willing myself to go out the back door into the garden. Here goes nothing.
I opened the door and walked, half-crouched like a perverted ninja across my garden to the fence. I quickly hopped over my fence and crossed the short expanse of concrete that ran between our two houses. This was followed by a quick vault of Kristina’s fence and I was in her garden. The second I landed on her grass, A pair of incredibly bright spotlights lit up the whole garden. I froze, like a pantied deer in the headlights, when I heard a voice.
“Oh, look. I caught a sissy in the garden.” It was Kristina’s voice, she was standing at her back door waiting for me to appear. “I think you’d better get inside, before the neighbors see you.” I dashed forwards towards her door, thankfully she didn’t stop me from running inside, out of view of the search lights.
“Kristina!”
“Hahahaha, sorry, Paul, but I had to test out my new security lights somehow. Turns out they’re quite good at catching cross-dressers.”
“Hey. I’m not exactly a cross-dresser.” I objected.
“Really? Hm, could have fooled me. So what brings you here at this hour?”
“Well, for starters, you have the key to this.” I said, gesturing to the obvious outline of the chastity cage. “And the fact you still have a blackmail photo of me.”
“That’s right, I do. And now I have this lovely little video of a panty wearing pervert sneaking through my yard late at night.” Shit, she had recorded me hopping her fence! “Just imagine what I could do with this, Paul. The picture is one thing, but imagine what the rest of the neighborhood might think if word got out that you like to sneak around people's gardens at night wearing women's underwear. And then imagine what I could make you do to get me to delete this video. I could make you do whatever I wanted, you’d be completely under my control thanks to this video paired with your photo. You could be worshipping my feet, or my ass. Serving as my butler or maid. Maybe I’d turn you into a puppy and keep you in a cage as a pet. I could even make you swallow the keys to your own chastity device, just to see how far you would go to keep the photo or video from resurfacing. Think about that, Paul.”
I was thinking about it, and it all turned me on. She was right, as usual, she could ruin my reputation if she really wanted to. And I would happily sign up to worship her ass, or her feet if I had to, without the blackmail.
“So, tell me, does the thought of me having such power over you excite you? Scare you?”
“Both!” I answered, truthfully. “Right now the thought of you making me do any of those things is turning me on like crazy.” I admitted.
“Haha, I thought so. And now do you see how much fun you can have with a little blackmail?”
“Yeah, I think I get it now.” I said.
“Good, because I didn’t actually record you in my garden. I was just making a point.”
That was a relief. “You didn’t?”
“Of course not, I would never record someone without their consent.”
“Well, that’s a relief. Same time tomorrow then?” I joked, trying to distract from the fact that I was very close to naked in her kitchen.
“But I do still have the photo, which I will delete after tonight, provided you follow along without making a fuss. Understand?”
“Yeah, of course.” I said, suddenly remembering why I was here, and Kristina’s intentions for me.
“Great, then follow me.” Kristina led the way to the spare room that had been converted to her bondage room.
As I followed, I wondered if this was strictly business for her, or if she genuinely had any actual feelings for me. Was this just her way of helping out a friend in the only way she knows how?
“Now, Paul, tell me why you’re here.” She said when we were inside her playroom.
“Umm, so you can….you know. Peg me. Right?” It all felt so impersonal that I didn’t know how to phrase it.
“Hmm, not quite. I suppose that is the reason for us being here, but how did we end up here? Think about it. Why are we in this room right now? What is the reason that you’re standing there, wearing panties with your cock in a cage?”
“Because you blackmailed me with a photo?” I was still unsure of what answer she was looking for.
“I couldn’t blackmail without the photo though, could I? And where did I get the photo, why are we here?” She was staring intently at me, waiting for the right answer. Which I think I knew.
“Because I want you to peg me.” I said, quietly, knowing that this was the real truth of why we had ended up here.
Kristina smiled. “What was that?”
“Because I want you to fuck me, with your strap on. I want you to peg me. I want to know what it feels like to be taken from behind…..to be owned.”
“Now that was the right answer. Kneel, from this point forward, you will address me as Mistress, or Mistress Krystal. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress.” I said, dropping to my knees.
“Repeat after me, ‘Krasnyy’.”
“Krasnyy?” This was not a word I was familiar with.
“That is the Russian word for red, it will be your safe word for tonight. Say it, and I will stop whatever I’m doing.”
“Yes, thank you, Mistress.”
“Now, crawl over here and lean over this bench, place your elbows on the pads here, and your knees on the pads here.”
I crawled towards the bondage bench and climbed up on my hands and knees. As predicted, Kristina moved to my arms and legs and quickly secured me in place in my all fours position. The section of the bench beneath my crotch was folded away so that she could reach down to my caged manhood, if she wished to. For now though, she simply rubbed my ass cheeks lovingly.
“You really do have a nice ass. But I think it needs a little color before we go any further. You wouldn’t say no to a little spanking, would you?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Good boy. I think a light paddling will suffice. Should put you in the right mindset.” Kristina said, moving away to grab what I assumed was a paddle of some sort.
“Don’t worry, this isn’t a punishment, so it won’t hurt….much.” This was followed by a sharp ‘Slap!’ to my ass, the thin panties doing nothing to soften the blow.
It didn’t hurt per se, but I definitely felt the sting and the tingling aftershock. She swung again at the same cheek in a steady rhythm. ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’
The light spanking continued until Kristina was satisfied with the results. “Hmmm, that’s looking nice and red. How does it feel?” She asked.
“Stings a little…but it feels nice.” I answered.
‘CRAACK!’ “Aagh!” I yelped as a much harder swing landed on my already reddened ass cheek.
“You’re forgetting your manners.” Kristina said.
“Sssorry, Mistress. It felt nice, Mistress.” I answered.
“That’s better. Now to even things out.” I felt her move to my opposite side and begin spanking the other cheek.
‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’
She gave me five of the more manageable slaps with the paddle, before saying. “And now to make sure things stay even.” ‘CRAACK!’ She finished with another much harder swing, matching what I had already received. “There. How does it feel now, Paul?”
“It hurts a little, but nothing I can’t handle, Mistress.”
“Good. Do you remember your safeword?”
“I do, Mistress.”
“Good. Now you just wait here, I need to make sure I’m presentable. I’ll be taking your virginity after all.” Kristina said, leaving me bound to the bench with my ass still stinging slightly. The tingling aftershock of the spanking really was a nice sensation, and I was desperately hard in the cage.
Kristina returned a short while later and my jaw almost hit the floor. She looked amazing, amazing and intimidating. She was wearing black, thigh high boots with a spiked heel, a tight corset that squeezed her boobs up and together and a pair of shiny, black, elbow length gloves. Her hair was held high and back in a tight pony tail and her face was subtly made up with dark, smoky eyes. She looked every bit the dominatrix I had fantasized about. The main attraction though, was the black dildo attached to a harness at her waist. Thankfully, it didn’t look too large, but I knew it would feel a lot bigger when it was inside me.
“W-wow.” I said, in awe at her.
“I take it, you approve?” She smirked at my reaction.
“You look amazing.” I replied, before remembering to add, “Mistress.”
“Haha, I’ll let that one slide…for now.” She said, walking slowly behind me, trailing a finger down my spine as she did. I craned my neck as much as I could to keep her in view until she was back at my ass.
“As nice as you look in these…they are kind of in my way.” I felt her grab the panties and roughly yank them until they ripped in half, leaving me completely naked. “And so is this.” She said, grabbing the chastity cage and, to my great relief, unlocking it.
“Thank you, Mistress.” I said, enjoying the relief of my cock finally being allowed to reach a full erection. She gave me a single stroke with her gloved hand before moving her attention back to her target. I felt a cool liquid being poured down the crack of my ass. Lube.
She began to massage it in with her gloved fingers, teasing my hole as she did. After a few moments of this I actually felt myself become desperate for her to penetrate me. So desperate that I actually tried to push back against her fingers, but I was stopped by the bondage bench.
Of course, I had moved enough for Kristina to notice. “I knew you’d love this, you little slut.” She gave my ass a playful slap with her hand. “What do you want, slut? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Mistress.” I replied, the desperation evident in my voice. “Please, I need it.” It was true, I did. After being left denied by the machine last night and then caged up until now, I was desperate for her to get on with it.
“Are you sure? I’m not convinced. Perhaps you should beg me for it.” She pressed a lube covered finger against the opening to my ass, enough that I could feel the pressure, but not enough to actually penetrate me.
“Ohhh, fuck me please. Please, Mistress. I need you to fuck my ass, I’m desperate. Fuck me from behind like a slut. Please.” I begged as I tried to push my ass back against her finger.
Kristina stopped her teasing application of lube and took up her place behind me, I felt the tip of the dildo press against me as she leaned over slightly to speak. “Brace yourself, slut.”
With a steady but firm thrust, I felt the ring of my ass spread open as she pushed the head inside me.
“Ahhh.” I half yelped, half moaned at the intrusion. Kristina held herself there for a few moments, allowing me to get used to the feeling, before pressing in a little further. “Ooohhhh, shit.”
“Relax, Paul, you’re doing great. You’re going to love this, I promise.” She slowly worked the dildo into me, bit by bit. It was definitely more substantial than the one attached to the machine from yesterday.
Eventually, I felt Kristina’s hips press against my ass. She was all the way in, ‘balls deep’ as they say.
“There we go, take a second to adjust. I’ll be gentle…at first.” Kristina slowly pulled a little ways out, then slowly pushed back in.
The length and speed of her thrusts increased gradually with every one, until she was actually in a rhythm.
When she had worked her way up to a good pace, I felt the results of the spanking coming into effect. Every time Kristina’s hips made contact with my ass at the end of her thrusts, it sent another pleasant tingle through my red ass cheeks.
“Oh. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” I lost control of the sounds I was making as she sawed in and out of me at a strong pace.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I never would have thought all those weeks ago when I first saw her unpacking the van that this would be the situation I would end up in.
I felt her adjust her position slightly, so that the dildo was now pushing at a different angle as she slid in and out of me. This caused a new sensation inside me as the cock pushed against a hitherto untouched bundle of nerves.
“Ohhh. Fuck, yes.” I moaned in appreciation as more pleasure ran through me. Kristina was lightly slapping my ass cheeks at different intervals as she fucked my ass, keeping that light, tingling sting going. All the sensations were pushing me towards an unavoidable crescendo.
I felt one of her hands reach down and grab my cock, one stroke and one command was all it took. “Cum for me!”
I moaned as my orgasm ripped through me, running through me in a way I had never felt before. I heard Kristina let out a moan of her own as I exploded in bliss.
Kristina lovingly helped me out of the bondage and off the bench, I was allowed to get dressed and a few minutes later we were in her living room, discussing the experience.
—
I sat down on the chair opposite her couch…and almost immediately jumped back up. “Tsss.” I hissed as my tender ass settled down in the chair, still stinging from both the spanking and the fucking it had just received.
“Haha, sorry, I should have warned you about that. Don’t worry, it won’t last long.” Kristina said with a chuckle as she handed me a beer. “So, Paul, tell me honestly. How was that for you?”
I didn’t need to contemplate my answer for very long. “That was fucking amazing.” I replied. “I mean, I was nervous to try it, and I guess it still feels a little weird that I did….But I loved it, honestly.” I blushed a little as I realized I had just admitted to someone that I loved getting fucked in the ass by a strap-on.
“I thought you might.” She smiled.
“Plus, seeing you in full dom mode, with the outfit and everything….wow. I don’t know how much money you make doing what you do but I can tell you, you’re worth every penny.”
“Well, thank you, Paul. I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Yet another new experience that I’ve introduced you to. Didn’t you get lucky when I moved in?” She joked, but damn she was right.
“I sure did, but now I gotta ask. You seem to be doing stuff for me that would usually cost a fortune, I’ve seen your prices, so I was wondering….Why? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the dynamic between us right now, but I guess I needed to know if it was anything…..more in it. Does that make sense?” I asked.
“You mean do I have any feelings for you besides our neighborly friendship?”
“Yes. That.”
“Of course I do. I don’t go around just fucking any old guy in the ass you know. I did it because A: I knew you’d love it. And B: I like you.”
“Oh. Well that’s a relief.” I said.
“But, to answer your next question,” Kristina continued, reading my mind again. “I don’t know how much further our relationship can go.”
I was disappointed to hear her say this. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean, that I like being in control, and a relationship with me, an actual relationship would involve a loss of control for you, and I don’t know if you’re quite ready for that yet. Don’t get me wrong, it won’t all be bondage, spankings and strap-ons. But there will always be an element of control from me.”
“I get what you’re saying. But after everything we’ve done so far, what makes you think I wouldn’t be ready for it? I think it’s obvious I like you, a lot, and I’ve enjoyed this dynamic up to this point.” I said, hopefully. “How much worse could it get? I added, jokingly.
“Oh, Paul, so sweet and innocent. We’ve barely scratched the surface. I’m sure I would be happy with you as my partner, but you need to be ready to adapt to whatever mood I’m in. I spend so much time catering to the fantasies of other people, which I do enjoy, but sometimes I just want to do things my own way, which could mean a lot of different things for you.”
“Like what?” I asked, I was getting hopeful now that this conversation would end in a positive way.
“Well, one day I might want you to just be a normal, loving boyfriend. Someone who rubs my feet and shares my thoughts about their day, who I can go out to eat with or introduce to my friends. But other days I might want you to be a completely sissified slut. In tiny skirts and makeup, ready to bend over and take my cock up your ass whenever I felt like it. Maybe I might want you to be a puppy or some other type of pet. Maybe I’d have you dress up as a maid and serve me breakfast in bed, or maybe I just might strap you into the queening chair and use your face as furniture for a whole afternoon.”
Everything she had just said turned me on, so if her plan was to scare me off, it wasn’t going to work this way. But I could see where she was coming from. We had only really played in short bursts up to now, if we were in an actual relationship then I would be subject to her whims at any time of day.
“Okay, I get what you’re saying.” I said. “But I really don’t see a reason why we can’t at least try.”
Kristina seemed to think for a moment before answering, I noticed a smile creep across her face when she did. “Okay, Paul. I’ll need to think it over, but first, how about a test. Would you like to spend the night here?”
Would I ever! “Umm, is that a trick question?”
“Haha, maybe. You would be spending the night here, in the same room as me, but there will be no sex. We aren't quite there yet.”
“Fair enough. Besides, the sex I just had was enough for one night.”
“Great. This will be the first test. Now, you should head home, grab any things you need for the morning then come back here.”
“Will do.”
I headed home quickly and grabbed some clothes for work tomorrow, gave myself a quick shower, being careful when scrubbing my rear end, and used the bathroom, before heading eagerly back to Kristina's.
When I got back, Kristina was in a long, fluffy dressing gown. I presumed she had removed the BDSM gear, but I never knew with her. “Did you take care of everything you needed to?” She asked me.
“Yep, all set.” I said.
“Good, then we’d better get to bed, you have work tomorrow.” She said, leading me up the stairs to her bedroom.
Her room was decorated rather subtly, with the centerpiece being a large, king sized bed against one wall in the middle. It looked a little higher off the floor than most beds, with a larger than usual bedsheet trailing off the sides and all the way to the floor.
“Like I said earlier, you will be spending the night in the same room as me, but there will be no sex, not tonight.” She reminded me as I set my bag of clothes down on the floor.
“Got it, so I get to share a bed with you but I have to keep my hands to myself. That’s gonna be tough.” I said, only half kidding.
“Oh I know. Which is why you won’t be sharing the bed with me, well, not exactly anyway.” Kristina walked over to her bed and grabbed the sheet that was trailing down to the floor. When she lifted it up out of the way, I saw what she meant.
This was not a normal bed at all, underneath the bed were bars running from the mattress to the floor. There was a small gate that had an unlocked padlock threaded through. It was a cage!
“I’m sleeping in there?” I asked, although I clearly knew the answer.
“If you still want to spend the night here, yes.” She replied, simply.
I looked under the bed at what could be my bed for the night. I would have the same amount of space as she would have on the mattress, and the floor was covered in a padded mat with a blanket and a pillow waiting for me. All in all, it looked rather cozy. Just like having a bed to myself, except I would be locked inside.
“I’m still game.” I said, feeling my arousal start to build a little. Knowing Kristina would be right above me while I was caged beneath her was an erotic thought.
“Great. If you need to use the restroom, I’d suggest you do it now, I don’t like to be woken up in the night.”
“I’m good, I took care of that at home.” I replied.
“Good. Then we’d better get some sleep.” Kristina shrugged the thick gown off her body revealing a small, satin negligee type of pyjama set with a tiny pair of satin panties on her lower half.
“Wow. Nice PJ’s.” I said.
“Thanks. Your turn.” She replied, handing me a pair of satin panties of my own.
I stripped off my clothes and pulled them into place, noting the cool, slippery feeling of them as they settled into place, instantly causing a noticeable erection.
“Wow, someone really does like panties.” She said, smiling at the reaction.
I couldn’t exactly argue the opposite while struggling to control my own arousal.
“Come on then, into bed.” She said, holding open the gate to the space under her bed. I crawled inside and she shut the gate before locking it closed with the padlock. Trapping me inside.
“How is it?” She asked, bending down so she could see me.
“Pretty cosy actually.” I replied.
“Good, if you need to get out for any reason, you’ll have to wake me. But I won’t be thrilled if you do. Oh, and no touching yourself either.” She added.
“I’ll be fine.” I replied, I wouldn’t have felt right jerking off while under her bed anyway.
“Good. In that case, goodnight, my prisoner.”
“Goodnight, Mistress.” I replied.
Kristina disappeared from view and I felt the shift of weight above me as she climbed under the covers. The sheet fell back down, the cage, and me, from view and plunging me into darkness.
The thought of being locked under her bed was incredibly powerful and I was beginning to think that it might be harder than I thought to keep from touching myself. A few minutes later, it suddenly got a lot harder.
I felt a shift of movement above me and the sound of a drawer opening and closing. A moment later, the silence of the room was filled with a low buzzing sound. Was she seriously going to…”Mmmmm.” My inner question was answered by an audible hum of pleasure.
“Seriously!” I whispered into the darkness.
“Aahh, what’s wrong, Paul?” She asked, the enjoyment clear in her voice.
“This is just evil!” I said, my cock throbbing at the thought of her pleasuring herself a mere foot above me.
“Haha, Mmmm. I do love the idea of you being trapped down there. Fucking you earlier got me so worked up I just have to find some relief. Why don’t you come up here and help me out?” She was teasing me and she knew it!
“I only wish I could.” I said, mournfully as I found myself slowly stroking my cock through the smooth panties,
“Come on, Paul. Come up here and fuck me!” I heard the vibrator increase speed and I actually reached out to check the gate on the side of the cage. Locked. “I’m so wet, Paul. You could slide right in and fuck me. I could be cumming on your cock in minutes if you just climbed up here.”
“Oh, god.” I moaned in desperation as she taunted me.
“Get up here Paul! Get up here and fuck me. Fuck me like I fucked you earlier.”
“I can’t!”
“Mmmmm, yes. I know you can’t. Because you’re locked in my cage. Trapped and horny. Are you touching yourself yet?” She asked. I thought about lying to her, but I knew she wouldn’t believe me.
“Maybe…a little.” I answered, I was still stroking myself lightly through the panties as I listened to her moan in pleasure.
“Mmmm, bad boy. You’ll have to be punished for that tomorrow.” She moaned a little louder, as though the thought of punishing me actually turned her on. I’m guessing it did.
“Sorry, Mistress.” I said, “I can’t help it.” I stroked myself harder now as Kristina closed in on her own pleasure.
“I think you want me to punish you, don’t you? You want me to own you. Ohhhh. You need to be controlled by me.” I could tell she was going to cum. “I told you not to touch yourself, but I’ll bet you’re going to cum soon aren’t you? You’re going to cum into your panties while you’re locked in a cage, even though you know it will mean punishment. Ahhh.”
“Ohh, fuck yes. Please punish me Mistress. I need you to own me. Punish me. Make me your slave.” What was I saying?
“Ahhhh, fuck”
“Oohhhhh, shit.”
We both climaxed at the same time, me with my hand, her with her toy. I lay there panting, wondering what my punishment would be tomorrow.
“Did you just cum, Paul?” Kristina asked me after a few moments.
“Y-yes, Mistress. Sorry.”
“Bad boy. I’ll deal with that tomorrow. Right now, we both need some sleep……”
I listened intently as Kristina’s breathing steadied out and she fell asleep. I followed suit shortly after, I had to take off the panties and use them to wipe myself off so I slept naked, I didn’t want to push my luck and ask to be let out for cleanup.
—
I woke up the following morning a little before Kristina, and the feelings of my captivity aroused me instantly. I was perfectly comfortable in the cage, I actually slept really well and Kristina had even run a charger cable down the back of her bed so I could charge my phone overnight and browse my feeds when I woke up. So all in all, it wasn’t exactly an uncomfortable experience. It was the mentality side that hit me. I couldn’t actually leave my spot under the bed until Kristina decided to release me, and that stirred some powerful feelings in me. I laid there for a while, waiting for Kristina to wake up, wondering what would happen if she just forgot about me. I know I often woke up like a zombie in the morning, forgetting half the things I was supposed to be doing. What if she did the same? Could she wake up and forget I was here, just walk right out of her bedroom and leave me trapped.
These thoughts drove my cock to a desperate ache until I heard the weight of Kristina shuffling around above me. I felt her feet hit the floor next to the bed, but I couldn’t see anything through the sheet that hid the cage from view. I heard her walk away and wondered if she had actually forgotten I was here.7
But she returned shortly after and I felt her sit back down on the bed. “Good morning, Paul.” She said, without lifting the sheet to check on me. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby. Better than I usually sleep in my own bed, honestly.” I answered.
“That’s good to hear.” She lifted up the sheet slightly. She pushed a pack of wipes through the bars of the cage, followed by the chastity cage I had been wearing the night before. “You need to be punished for disobeying me and touching yourself last night. Unfortunately you have work to get to so I don’t have time to be creative with my punishment today, so a chastity sentence will have to do. Clean yourself off, lock up the cage and push the key back out, I won’t release you until you do.” I could now see her bare calves and feet through the gap she had made in the sheet.
I did as instructed and cleaned the residue of last night off with the wipes, but it would take a while longer to get the cage on. “What’s taking you so long?” She asked, but I had a feeling she knew.
“Oh, ya know. Just trying to uh, calm things down enough to get the cage on.” I replied, struggling against my own erection.
“Well then, you should probably look away from my feet.” As soon as she said this, the satin underwear she had slept in slid down her legs and pooled at her feet. She was naked above me. Before I could react, she adjusted the sheet so that I couldn’t see anything.
“That’s not helping!” I whined.
“I told you to look away. I’m going to shower, if that cage isn’t in place by the time I get back, I’m extending your time locked up, you’re already at eight days minimum. Think you can handle ten?” She asked as I heard her feet leave the room.
I did not want to find out if I could handle ten days, eight had been more than long enough the last time. I grabbed my phone and opened the least sexy thing I could think of…my work emails. That did the trick. I managed to get myself back in the cage and pushed the key out of the bars and under the sheet so it was waiting for her when she returned.
“That’s better.” She said as she returned and saw the key waiting for her. She released me from the cage and allowed me to wash up and get dressed in peace. When I was ready to go I met her downstairs.
“I had a lot of fun last night.” I said before I left.
“Me too. I enjoyed having you locked in my cage for the night. And now you’re locked in a different cage for eight nights.” She had to remind me of that last part.
“Yeah, totally worth it.” I said.
“See if you think that in eight days time.” Kristina replied with a smile. “We’ll talk more about ‘us’ at the end of your sentence. Until, then…try not to think of me too much.” She ended that sentence by giving me a quick but forceful kiss as one hand squeezed my caged crotch.
“You’re mean!” I said as I left for work with my cock already trying to escape the cage. For more reason than one, I couldn’t wait for this chastity sentence to end.
End part 9
Comments
MarioMario42
Wow! Officially my favourite story of yours! Paul is one lucky bastard.
Benjamin
Loving where you’re taking this. Hope Paul gets some queening training soon
Caged_Caroleta
Fun times ahead for Paul 😁
