This was a more serious predicament than I first thought. With my
manhood imprisoned, the ruthless chastity device merely allowed a
partial erection which took all the willpower in the world to
accomplish. I had suffered through full tumescence nearly all night long and the
cold, unyielding metal cage would have rendered this all but impossible.
"I think it's time for me to sate my own randy cravings, don't you think?"
Nicole purred, sliding the tip of her wet tongue over her glossy pink lips.
After we entered her bedroom, Nicole ordered me to lie flat on my back. I
shuddered as she manacled my wrists to the top two corners of the bed. She
gently stroked my cheek and blew in my ear. I moaned but Nicole ignored me, tying my ankles to the bottom two corners of the bed. She then slowly removed
her negligee until she was just clad in panties. They were cherry red, just like
the ribbon in her hair. She crawled over my face and planted a deep kiss on my
trembling mouth. I arched my back as she removed the rest of her undergarments.
My new keyholder then straddled my head to face my captured erection. All that I
could see was her luscious rump. But she peered around to tell me, in no
uncertain terms, to please her. I then used my tongue to swab every inch of my
princess, from the crease of her buttocks to her navel. She was absolutely
delectable and her wine soon coated every square inch of my adoring face. My own
cock pulsated helplessly in its semi-rigid state and leaked seminal fluid as
Nicole blew softly on it and playfully flicked her tongue.
Agonizingly stifled with desire, I orally pleased Nicole for two hours and gave
her several orgasms. She kept me on edge by teasing me with her succulent tongue and sweet lips, but I was denied release. There was just no way to achieve
orgasm with that infernal device secured.
We were still locked in a "69" when Nicole softly eased into a content slumber.
I, of course, could not sleep and when she awoke in the morning, I had a
throbbing headache. Leaving me bound, she showered and dressed quickly, stuffing
her panties in my mouth and sealing my mouth with silver duct tape.
"My sweet baby, I have such wicked delights in store for you. I hope you can
keep up with me. I'm very insatiable, you know. I hope you have a strong tongue,
at least as strong as that metal prison that keeps such a close eye on your... I
mean my... cock."
Moving closer, Nicole placed a sweet, wet, loving kiss on top of the thick tape.
I could have sworn that I felt her hot breath seep through.
Devoted to Nicole
"I think I would like to be treated to a nice champagne breakfast, baby." Nicole announced. "Put your jockstrap on over the cage and get dressed while I shower," she added before turning away with a smile. I heard my goddess humming in the shower while I tried to get my
trapped penis comfortably hidden under my pants. When she emerged from the
bedroom, Nicole looked ravishing and smelled
even more divine. She knew how her perfume drove me crazy, but would not reveal
the name of it. She expected me to figure it out on my own and to purchase it
for her before the bottle emptied. If I didn't, there would be hell to pay, she
"Come along my love," she breathed softly while striding past me.
She dropped her purse in front of me and bent over to pick it up. Her ass,
meanwhile, lightly brushed against my caged penis. I inhaled deeply and tried to
exercise some willpower. It was futile and I felt the steel bite into my tender
flesh. It would be a long day, I thought.
At the restaurant, we were seated at a corner table and ordered our Cristal and
Eggs Benedict. Nicole slipped off her pumps and ordered me to unzip my fly.
Luckily, the long white linen tablecloth effectively hid our erotic foreplay.
"Pull your jockstrap to one side, my love," she whispered gently
Using her toes, Nicole felt along the edges of the cage.
"So smooth... so cold... so delicious," she cooed.
She tried poking her big toe into the cage, which, of course, was
impossible. In turn, she tried all her toes, all the while sipping her champagne
and discussing the merits of an Al Gore presidency. When she used her pinky toe,
Nicole was finally able to enter the cage and stroke my restrained male flesh.
She giggled and wiggled her toe, causing my penis to gently throb to her touch.
She saw the agony in my eyes as the hard, unforgiving steel prevented any
"What's the matter, baby, dear? Have you no self-control? You better get used to
it. That thing's not coming off in quite a while. You see, in this relationship,
we have equality. I get as many orgasms as I want. And you? You get as many
orgasms as I want, too. You see? Equality!"
Nicole giggled some more.
"I think a fair trade-off would be 1000 orgasms for me and... let's see... ONE
for you! That seems fair, doesn't it, my love?"
I didn't answer. All that mattered to me is that Nicole allowed me to be in her
divine presence. She allowed me to worship her and to give her pleasure. What
more could a guy ask for? I was frustrated, but deeply satisfied.
"Pay the bill, baby dear. I need to go to my beauty salon for a
manicure and pedicure. I expect you to take over those duties soon. Anyway,
since I'll be taking the car, you can walk home. I'll call you if I need you.
Ta-ta, my love," Nicole softly sang, wrinkling her cute little nose at me.
Suddenly, she was gone. Out the door. Oh, how I adored her.
Devoted to Nicole Chapter 4
When Nicole called me back to her home at the crack of dawn, I
jumped, as I always did when I received one of those phone calls.
No words were exchanged as I performed a desperate dance of lust and rapidly
stripped myself naked until I sank to my knees in front of her.
Giggling, Nicole removed her robe, revealing white lace panties. God, she was
beautiful. She slid the panties down sensually, stepped out of them, and sat
delicately in a large chair in front of me. With a grin, she looked down at my
hard cock, jutting obscenely in front of me.
"I bet I could read your mind," she whispered as I blushed.
With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her alabaster legs slowly
drift apart. My eyes fastened on the soft red hair of her pussy as her finger
caressed it. I could soon see wetness envelope the puffy lips.
"Listen baby," she whispered. "Today's your lucky day. I give you
permission to taste me."
With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious honeypot, soaking up the
sweet smell and tasting her essence. With a determination that I never felt
before, I abandoned myself to her pussy. There was no sense of time as my tongue
explored, caressed, and nuzzled every inch of her womanhood. I relished this
moment like it was frozen in time.
Suddenly, Nicole's hand grabbed the back of my head and ground my face into her
loins as she groaned with pleasure. I delicately licked her soft inner thighs as
she leaned back.
"Enough, baby," she gasped and my intimacy with her pussy was left unsated,
merely leaving me with a frustrated and painfully chastised cock and her juices
glistening on my face.
Nicole playfully tousled my hair.
"You're very convenient to have around, baby," she cooed as she
languidly picked up her panties and wiped her moist pussy.
I waited, hoping that she would allow me some relief.
She stood up and cleared some items from the coffee table. I gaped at her in her
white bra as she beckoned me.
"Bend over the table, baby," she ordered and I complied, crushing my captive
cock into the wooden table top.
"Open wide," Nicole ordered breathlessly, holding my chin while she forced her
musky panties deep into my mouth.
I felt her pushing her damp pussy against my rear and her hard nipples against
my back, pressing me firmly against the table.
"I adore having you spread over the table like this," she whispered in my ear,
her long copper tresses tickling my shoulders. "You're just so naked and
Startled, I looked back at her grinning face over my shoulder. I
suddenly felt very nervous.
"Don't move," she warned.
I felt her disengage from me as she rummaged through her handbag. Nicole
proceeded to tie my wrists and ankles to the four limbs of the coffee table with
Nicole was pushed into me again, grinding her sopping pussy against me and
driving my caged cock into the table.
"What shall I punish you for this time, baby? Surely you must have done
something this week to deserve it, haven't you? You must have ogled some poor
young thing when you went to the mall on Sunday to return my shoes, huh? Don't
lie to me."
I mumbled through the panties, trying to answer her in the negative.
"Hmmm... I'll take that as a yes," she said, her hot breath in my ear until,
suddenly, she turned away. The panties in my mouth muffled any protest.
I saw her walk into the bathroom carrying her robe as I stewed on the table.
Suddenly, a fully-dressed Nicole appeared next to me.
"I'll let you keep my panties as a souvenir," she said. I'll just have to
remember to be careful when I cross my legs at work today.
Nicole strolled to the door.
"Have a nice day, baby."
I raised my head and, as I turned to face her, I felt my cock
desperately trying to burst through its metal confines.
"We'll pick this up when I get back from work... don't go anywhere."
Nicole tossed her long red hair back, giggled girlishly, and walked out the
door, shutting it behind her.
"I can't wait until she finally understands the measure of my
devotion," I thought to myself.
It was a long and difficult day, but I somehow managed to doze-off in fits and
starts. My birdcage unfortunately woke me up from the middle of a wet dream.
Then my real-live wet dream woke me up.
"I'll call you when I want to see you again," Nicole loudly informed me when she
returned several hours later.
My erection made a comeback, at least tried to, when she brushed up against me
to untie my bonds.
"Prepare dinner while I freshen up, okay sweetie? And make sure that Porterhouse
is all pink inside... just like me."
Oh god, Nicole could be so adorable. It just killed me when she acted like that.
Sometimes it was easier to accept when she was cruel. But I loved her and it
gave me pleasure to suffer for her, to endure for her. My pleasure was intense,
for it fed on her pleasure. My passion was intense, for it fed on her passion.
We were a perfect match.