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Chapter 1

It had been two weeks without an orgasm, and it was starting to get to me.

It had been my idea, but she had been the one who ran with it. What started as a fun, kinky weekend rapidly became the basic shape of my life: regular orgasms for her, days and then weeks without them for me. Locked in my tiny cage, tucked away, ignored but hardly forgotten.

Arguably, our sex life had never been better, even if she was the only one getting anything out of it. Though that was hardly true — my constant arousal was a thrill for both of us. What had been a vanilla once-a-week sex life had been transformed into something wild and constant. She needed to cum once at least daily — usually more — and always tormented me. She was insatiable, openly telling me how much it turned her on to see me locked in my cage.

I hated every moment, and loved every moment.

Things had escalated rapidly. She declared the first cage too large and replaced it with a smaller one, holding a vibrator against me until I was dripping pre-cum all over the floor, a wicked smile on her face. She swirled it up on one finger and pushed it into my mouth.

"Look at how much you like this," she whispered, climbing on top of me and turning the vibrator onto herself. "You're just as turned on by it as I am."

She came hard, her wetness running down my cage as she ground herself against it, the vibrator pressed against her clit. She squealed in ecstasy as I groaned beneath her, the vibrations keeping me dripping but not strong enough to cum in my cage. I squeezed her nipple and grabbed her ass.

"I'm so fucking horny," I moaned. "Please, baby, let me cum. I'm so fucking hard in my cage."

And that was all it took to send her over the edge.

The smaller plastic cage was replaced with a metal one, then that too was replaced with a smaller one. It barely contained me, a metallic skin atop my own, compressing and squeezing me and keeping me resolutely locked away. There was only a slim opening at the tip, which she licked at and stroked and teased.

"It's so hot knowing you can't cum," she'd moan while I dove between her legs, translating all my frustration into her pleasure. "You can't even get hard without me. I own your cock completely."

She came hard, her third orgasm that day, her back arching upwards and her sheer, lacy robe falling away. Her smooth skin shone in the afternoon light, her lips pushed into my mouth. I licked and sucked her hungrily, reveling in her cries and hoping that some portion of my frustrated agony could be relieved by making her cum.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about," she said, breathing heavily when she finished and we curled up on the bed together, my cage dribbling pre-cum. "Something new I want to try with you."

I hesitated. "I don't know if I can fit into a smaller cage."

She giggled. "You could! But — no, it's not that. I… well, you know how much I like lingerie."

She ran a stocking-covered toe down my leg to emphasize her point. I let out a quiet moan, goosebumps springing up in the trail of her foot.

"You can always get more," I said. "I like seeing it on you, too."

"Well, that's the thing," she said, giving me a small grimace. "It's not for me."

She wants to be with someone else? The thought made my stomach clench.

"It's… it would be for you."

My cage suddenly felt very, very tight.