“Well well well,” Ashley chuckled. “Look at you.”
Kyle stood nervously in front of her in the narrow hallway. He had been doing the dishes in the kitchen, the chore that had started all this, when he heard the elevator. Every time he heard it, he paused, not knowing when exactly Ashley would be home. It was a big building; he had stopped quite a few times before footsteps in the hallway told him it was her.
Drying his hands, he walked to the hallway to stand in front of the apartment door. This wasn’t a rule she had made; she’d said nothing specific about greeting her when she came in. This was an innovation of Kyle’s won. It seemed like the kind of display of humble adoration that would please her.
And thanks to the hard plastic cage surrounding his cock that only she had a key to, pleasing Ashley was Kyle’s top priority this week. His imprisoned cock lurched as he saw her smile.
She looked stunning. With her curly blonde hair, pouting red lips and gorgeous green eyes, Ashley was a knockout. And her looks were enhanced by the outfit she wore, a plain black dress that, despite its modest neckline and knee-length hem, clung seductively to the generous curves of her young body as though jealous of anyone else touching her. Tall black pumps completed the look, raising her up to Kyle’s height as she closed the door behind her.
Ashley was a receptionist at a nearby luxury car dealership that made a habit of hiring pretty girls for their administrative staff. The clientele, predominantly rich, male and middle aged, liked something to look at besides the sleek lines of the prestigious European automobiles. Ashley certainly fit the bill.
If only they knew, Kyle thought to himself. These aging lotharios might well find they’d bitten off far more than they could chew if they ever got involved with her. Try seducing young girls in your fancy car when your dick’s locked up in a plastic cage.
“Greeting me at the door,” Ashley smiled. “Nice idea, Virg. Are you happy to see me?”
“Yes,” Kyle said.
“How’s my cock doing? All bunched up in his little cage, trying to get hard for me?”
“Yes, Ashley,” he grunted.
“Good,” she beamed. “That’s how I like him.”
Kyle’s nostrils flared, inhaling the tail of her faint floral perfume as she sailed past him, swaying on the tall heels she did not remove as she headed for the living room. As though drawn behind her on an invisible leash, Kyle followed.
His tormented body groaned inwardly as he watched her curvaceous form bend itself into the couch, her hips swelling like a cushion beneath her as she elegantly crossed her smooth legs. Her green eyes glowed as she considered him from under half-closed eyelids.
“Nice idea,” she said again. “But your execution is a little lacking. If you wanted to greet me properly, you should really have been on your knees.”
Kyle paused a moment before taking the hint. Ashley’s pretty face smirked as he sank to the floor in front of her.
“You should really be naked, too,” she went on.
“I like my things to be in easy reach. Not that I’ll be touching that cock. But I like to see it. It makes me laugh.”
Kyle quickly pulled his shirt off over his head, rising to his feet temporarily to shed his pants, socks and underwear before dropping back onto his now bare knees. He was naked before her, only his cock covered by the clear plastic of the chastity device. The steel padlock clicked against the hard cage with every movement.
“Good boy,” Ashley smiled.
Her raised foot bobbed in the air between them as her sparkling emerald eyes roved over his exposed body. She never normally wore shoes in the house. But Kyle wasn’t complaining. Her shiny black high heels were wickedly sexy. Besides, he was in no position to argue. She would do whatever she wanted, as long as his sexual pleasure was under her control. They both knew it.
“New rule,” she grinned. “I think this is how you should be at all times at home, unless instructed otherwise. I mean, what’s the point of keeping you in chastity if I can’t see it?”
She uncrossed her long legs, her raised foot tapping on the floor as she leaned forward from her seat. Kyle felt himself blush as she slitted her eyes and peered between his trembling legs.
“Look at that,” she said in a tone of hushed admiration. “Look at it, trying to get hard for me. Poor little virgin boy. I bet you’d give years of your life to put that thing inside me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Ashley.” Kyle didn’t bother to hide the predatory lust in his gaze as he stared at her. His burning eyes followed the lines of her legs up into the undifferentiated darkness beneath her dress, the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric, her broad hips.
“Does it hurt, when you look at me?”
“Yes, Ashley.” It did. His cock throbbed uncomfortably, and there was an increasingly familiar ache in his guts as his balls seemed to fill, the skin of his scrotum smooth and shiny beneath his locked cock.
“Why don’t you stop looking then?”
“I can’t.”
She smiled at that, leaning back against the couch as she recrossed her sexy legs. One finger traced the shape of her glossy lips as she studied him, watching her.
“You’re supposed to kiss me hello,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper as her eyes flashed.
“Yes Ashley,” Kyle said. “Where would you like me to kiss you?”
“Let’s keep it below the waist for now,” she smirked. “You don’t deserve to go higher than that, I don’t think. Would you like to kiss my ass again, like you did yesterday?”
“Yes,” Kyle growled.
“Hmm. Thing is, I don’t really want to get up,” Ashley said. Her face suddenly lit up. “I know,” she said. “Crawl over here to me, and you can kiss the hem of my dress.”
Kyle gulped. Ashley still smiled. But there was nothing, absolutely nothing in her face that made him think for even a second that she was joking.
So he did as he was told. The locked chastity device dangled from his cock, the weight of the lock pulling his caged prick towards the ground as he leaned forward on hands and knees and began to crawl to her. His cheeks flushed at the sound of her laughter, and the living room stretched and warped, big enough to contain football fields that he crawled across in slow motion, one after the other, to get to her.
After an eternity, he reached her, rising up on his knees to take the hem of her dress in his trembling and. Bowing his head, he pressed his lips to the soft material. This close, he could smell Ashley’s perfume, smell the warmth emanating from her skin, as though his captivity had enhanced his senses the way a deep hunger can sharpen a man. He could hear her breathing, above him, the air flooding into her lungs and flowing back out, carrying with it the heat of her heart. Lowering her dress carefully, he waited.
“Ok,” Ashley breathed, looking down at him with her eyes half-closed.
Her breath was deeper than it should be, Kyle noticed, and he dared to wonder if she was turned on by his display of submission. The dull ache of his caged cock left him in no doubt about his own condition. But then, ever since Ashley had locked him up, he had been in a pretty much constant state of arousal. And her near-constant teasing didn’t make things any easier for him.
“Good boy,” she said. “That’s what I like, a nice obedient virgin boy. You keep this up, and maybe you’ll get that release you’ve been hoping for.”
“Oh, please, Ashley,” Kyle said.
His heart surged at her words, his cock throbbing hard against the cruel device as hope blazed within him, the flames of his lust fanned by her words. “Please, please!”
She laughed at his obvious desperation. He didn’t care. She already knew what she had reduced him to, and his only hope for assuaging the sharp edge of his unfulfilled lust was to let her have her diabolical fun.
Kyle shuffled backwards as Ashley stood. Smoothing her dress around her thighs, she turned, and the dark material swished and swayed around her toned legs as she walked towards her bedroom.
“Come on,” she called playfully over her shoulder without looking at him, a smile in her voice as she spoke. “Come on and help me cum, Virg.”
Rising to his feet, Kyle followed her, his head swirling with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Making Ashley cum when he knew she wouldn’t return the favor was horribly frustrating and, thanks to the chastity device, downright painful. But it was also the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced in his life, the closest he’d ever gotten to sex with a girl. The only thing missing, really, was the orgasm. His orgasm - hers were very much involved.