The mistress returns – part 2

He answered the door dressed in board shorts and a flanno.

“I knew you weren’t naked,” I said to his surprised face.

“Well, I was but you know, I can’t just answer the door without any clothes on.”

“But you told me you were naked.”

“And I was. Didn’t you notice how long it took me to answer?”

“I did, yes. But, you’re still not naked and you said you were so that’s another day in the cage.”

“What? C’mon now, I didn’t know it was going to be you at the door. It could have been a delivery.”

“Are you expecting a delivery today?”

“Well, no – .”

“So it’s another day. Can I come in? It’s freezing out here.”

He stepped aside and let me enter. His home was just as I remembered – the blazing fire, the big comfy lounge, the lived-in look that was neither tidy nor messy. I stood in front of the fire, warming myself.

“Oh, I missed this,” I said.

“It’s pretty great,” he said, sitting down on the lounge in front of me.

“So are you really sick?”

“I had a sore throat this morning so thought it was best to stay home. I have been working though.”

“I don’t see your computer open.”

“I’ve had lots of calls, see?” he said, opening his phone to scroll through his call list.

“Sure. You look busy,” I remarked as he stood to face me. He leaned in close as if to kiss me and I kept talking, dodging his lips.

“You got some new plants. Good for you. All my plants hate me.”

He pulled his flanno off over his head, stepped out of his boardshorts and sat down again.

“Where’s your g-string?” I asked.

“I had a shower just before.”

“So? You’re meant to wear it.”

“I was going to put it back on but then you wanted me naked.”

“And then you weren’t naked and you’re not wearing a g-string. That’s another day in the cage.”

“That’s cruel,” he said.

“Probably, but you broke the rules.”

“I’m dribbling all over the lounge,” he retorted.

“I can see that. It’s dripping onto the floor. You’re making a mess.”

“I know. I can’t help it. I’ve been dribbling cum for days.”

“How is that my problem?”

“Well you’re the one who put me in the cage.”

“I did nothing. You put yourself in the cage.”

“You told me to.”

“And you do it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know that. But I like you telling me to wear it.”

“It’s very small.”

“Oh, thanks!”

“I mean the cage. It’s very … shallow. Like it’s more like a bottle top.”

“It is,” he sighed. “If I had known how long I’d be in it, I would have used a different one. This is my smallest.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It does in the mornings. The nights are hard.”

“I bet. Where’s the key?”

“In my bedroom.”

“On the bedside table I’m guessing?”

“Maybe,” he smiled.

“Is there only one?”

“Yes,” he replied, looking slightly alarmed.

“So, what would happen if I took that one with me or hid it?”

“I’d be very uncomfortable. It’s not like a padlock one that you can pick.”

“No, I see that. It’s a bit custom,” I said, sitting down on the floor in front of him, fire at my back.

“I guess you could always use an angle grinder,” I suggested.

“Ah no. Definitely not.”

He slid from the lounge until he was seated in front of me. His legs either side of mine.

“You look well,” he said.

“Thank you. I’ve come from a yoga class.”

He leaned forward, his face close to mine, lips almost touching.

“Do you think this is wise?” I asked.

“I don’t know. It’s fun,” he said and kissed me.

He pulled me in close, running his hands up under my top. Unhooking my sports bra first, he pulled at my top, lifting it over my head, followed quickly by my bra. He buried his face between my boobs. I gasped in pleasure.

“Bite it,” whispered in his ear. “Bite my nipple.”

He obliged, taking one then the other into his mouth, applying exquisite pressure until I moaned.

He hands tugged at my tights but there was no expert way to remove them while I was seated. I stood and let him pull them down my thighs, my knees, taking my g-string with them. I stumbled awkwardly and fell onto the lounge to kick them from my feet. He pushed me down face first onto the lounge back, parted my arse cheeks and began to lick me.

I groaned in delight, his tongue flicking and probing as he ate my pussy and arse. He slid one finger in, then two, moving them rapidly to try and make me squirt. He’d learned some new tricks since last time we were together. I came quickly on his fingers and found my feet.

“Now, where is this key?” I said as I walked to his bedroom. I found it on the bedside table and picked it up.

“I’ll just be going now,” I said as if it leave.

“I don’t think so,” he said, pushing me back onto his bed and holding my legs wide.

He rubbed his caged cock against my pussy and I writhed with pleasure, grinding against it. He thrust frustratedly, confined by the metal cage.

He rolled onto his back and I sat astride him, pinning his hands by the wrists behind his head.

“Who’s in charge here?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said.

“Who has the key?”

“You do.”

“Well, then I guess that puts me in charge. Perhaps I should slide it in here,” I said, shifting down his body, and stroking his arsehole with the key.

His eyes widened.

“Hmm, it might get lost in that slutty arse of yours so maybe not,” I said using the key to flick his nipple, strumming it like one would use a pick on a guitar string. He gasped in pain, or perhaps pleasure.

“Should I release you, slut?”

“That’s up to you mistress.”

“What would you like?”

“I want to fuck you mistress.”

“Hmmm, but you broke the rules. You haven’t been able to follow basic instructions.”

“No mistress. I’ve tried to behave but I failed.”

“So, why should I free your pathetic dick?”

“Because I want to cum mistress. I want to fuck you.”

I slid the tip of one finger into his arsehole. It was hairless and wet, covered with his pre-cum which he had been dribbling at a constant rate since my arrival.

“You like that, don’t you slut? You want to be fucked in that arse of yours.”

“Oh yes mistress!”

His cock was as hard as the cage would allow and I slid the key into the tiny lock and slipped the capping free. I left the ring around his shaft and balls.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked him.

“Oh yes! Fuck yes!”

Rubbing his now free cock with my hand until he was hard, I straddled him until I could feel him pushing at the entrance to my pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he said and slid inside me.

I rode him, my boobs bouncing in front of his face but the ride was short-lived. Within 20 seconds he told me he was going to cum and his face showed as much surprise as I felt. He’d always been slow to cum with me but cum he did. He groaned loudly, his body spasming and he released the tension of two days being caged.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

“That’s OK. I take it as a compliment.”