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Chapter 1: Her Request

She held the strange device between a long-nailed forefinger and thumb. The clear plastic was almost crystalline in the sunlight, like some sort of strange jewelry. In a way, I supposed that's what it was. Intimate, beautiful, an indication of ownership. A chastity device just wasn't the kind of jewelry I expected her to buy for me.

"You'll wear it because I'm asking you to."

Her dark red lips were pursed. I longed to kiss them, even now. I'd do just about anything she asked me. Call it love or lust or being pussywhipped or whatever you want, but I felt for her so strongly that I was even considering doing this.

"But why?" I asked as she dropped it into my outstretched hand, the tiny padlock knocking against the hollow tube.

Her mouth pulled back into a brilliant smile. "It's a way to prove your commitment to me. Your loyalty. Your love. It's… the next step in our relationship.

"Are you… You still want me?"

"Darling!" she gasped, taking my head in her hands and staring straight into me with her brilliant eyes. "Of course I still want you. I want all of you, completely and totally. I want more of you than what most women get — a flimsy promise, maybe a ring. Wear this cage to give yourself to me in a way that no one else could."

"Give you my cock?"

"Give me control. Dominance. You can't cum without me, and now you can't even get hard without me."

She bit her lip, her pupils dilating. Her thighs rubbed together, and I could see how aroused the idea was already making her. I was swelling too, though not because I wanted to be locked in the damn thing. Anything that turned her on did the same thing for me, whether or not I wanted it to. The idea of being caged like this had no real appeal to me — except for how much she wanted it.

"It's so I don't have to worry about your pleasure at all. Sex becomes what it's supposed to be — all about me, and my pleasure, and what I need."

I was getting harder now. I leaned forwards and kissed her, my hand slipping between her knees. Her stockings were sheer and black and soft against my hand as I spread her legs open. She sucked in a little air until our mouths connected.

"I'll do it," I murmured when we pulled apart.

Her taste was still in my mouth, my trousers tented.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she cooed, kissing my cheek. "There's just one other thing."

My eyes flicked to the cage, then back to her. What else could she ask of me?

"As long as you're locked up, I don't want you to be my boyfriend."

I blinked in surprise. Hadn't she just told me that this was about commitment to her, totally and absolutely?

She bit her lip and glanced away from me. "I want you to be my girlfriend."