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Chapter 5: The Cage

Our bodies glided against each other on a layer of silk and nylon. Ruffles and lace ground against each other as we snuggled up on the bed on our back, shoulders squeezed together. The light from the closet spilled out across the floor. The only other illumination in the room was on the desk across from the bed, the light splashing across the wood and drenching the wall in an orange glow.

"How do your panties feel?" she purred, turning to look at me with a small smile. One of her hands slid across my chest and ribs.

"Err," I hesitated, not sure what she wanted to hear. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to admit.

Fuck it, I thought. I'm already in lingerie. It can't get any more embarrassing than this.

But I knew that I didn't feel embarrassed.

"Honestly," I said, starting over. "Honestly, Faith, it… they feel astonishing."

Her lips pulled back into a pleased smile. I noticed they were dark, velvety red. Did she put lipstick on for this?

"That makes me so happy to hear, Henry. I knew you'd like it."

"You did?"

"Of course," she said, pecking my cheek. "Who doesn't? It's only a small step from admiring a girl in a gown like this to wanting to try it on yourself."

"It is?" My voice was tight and growing higher as her probing hand made its way further and further down my pink silk-covered belly towards my sheer panties and my furious manhood within.

"Very normal," she whispered into my ear, lips brushing against it. "Every man has a sissy in them. It's just a little closer to the surface for others."

She didn't give a chance to ask what "a sissy" was before she encircled my cock and began to slowly stroke me through the layers of the nightie and panties. Nylon crunched against silk, lacy trim brushing against the tender skin of my thigh. Words evaporated from my brain, with thoughts disappearing quickly after them.

All I could do was moan.

It was agonizingly delicious. Faith's movements were slow and deliberate, every motion carefully maximizing my pleasure. After just three long, drawn-out strokes, I thought I could cum right there. I opened my mouth to tell her, but she nosed aside the ruffled neckline of my nightgown and sucked my nipple into her mouth. I emitted a quiet squeal.

"God, that's a sexy sound," she breathed, her words hot and moist on my chest. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes!" I finally managed. "God, I'm close."

Her warmth and pleasure suddenly disappeared, replaced by chilly air. I balked and lolled my head to the side to see where she had gone. I was looking at her back, admiring the criss-crossing straps from which her sheer black nightie was suspended. They were tied in a small bow at the bottom, and it seemed like a single tug would unravel the entire garment.

"Then I need to put this on you."

It wasn't a question, it was an instruction. She moved quickly, but I caught a glimpse of something hard and black, a network of smooth lines like the one on her back. With precise movements, she plucked my package and cock out of the mass of silk and nylons and slipped a thick black ring over them.

"What is that?" I asked, curious more than confused.

"A chastity cage," she said simply, as if that was all the explanation I needed.

"A… A what?"

"I love nighties, Henry, as I'm sure you can see. Most of them are older than you are, so it's very important to me that I take good care of them."

A tube-shaped object next, made of more smooth black lines connecting together into bars and struts. She placed the open end on the tip of my cock, then wiggled it down until my head slid inside. It was all so strange and unexpected that I could do little more than stare.

"As much as I love sharing them with people, boys sometimes get so excited by it all that they leave a sticky little mess on them. And they're at an age now where that kind of thing would damage them quite a bit."

She pushed gently but firmly on the tube. My shaft had — mercifully — started to go soft, and she was able to squeeze it down until it was all contained inside. The top of the tube had a small tab on it that fit neatly inside a small opening on top of the ring. Her hand disappeared behind her for a moment, then returned with a small padlock that she snapped onto the device.

"So now we don't have to worry about that. We can play together and enjoy them without you having any messy accidents. Doesn't that sound perfect?"

I grabbed at the attached device with growing horror. My touch was deadened. I could feel that my fingers were there, but no pleasure at all. I looked at Faith with wide eyes.

"You locked it in place?" I nearly screeched.

"Otherwise you could take it off," she said as if she was explaining something obvious. "I know you can't control yourself around these nighties. Now we don't have to worry about it at all."

"But I can't — How am I gunna —" I searched for the right words.

How the fuck am I gunna cum if I can't touch myself?

"Once you've shown me that you can be trusted, we'll talk about taking it off," she smiled primly. "But something tells me that by then, you won't even want to."

There was a rushing sound in my ears. My palms were instantly drenched in sweat. I could feel myself stiffen, and felt the cage push back, keeping me tightly contained. Unable to touch myself. Under her control.

Faith laid back into the pillows and tugged at the ribbon tying her robe closed. It fell open and I finally got to see her breasts, pert and huge with perfect nipples standing up into the air. Between them was a cupless bra, ribbons tied in pretty bows between her breasts and on the straps. She threw the robe open completely, revealing she had no panties on, and spread her legs open.

"Now come use that tongue to say thank-you."