> *This is the same story as one of my others, but written from the other perspective. If you enjoy the two of them together, then I’d love to hear. I’ll keep doing both perspectives if it gets a good reception*
I have always been able to read people, call it a gift, and I find little more enjoyable than using that talent to tease and toy with powerful, egotistical men. Men like you. Sure, plenty of girls enjoy teasing; but few are as calculated and targeted as its possible to be when you’re inside someone’s head.
I choose my victims carefully. It’s all well and good making the waiter fumble around distractedly at a restaurant, but then I leave and the fun is over. And it’s easy to find any number of guys online eager to obey and be teased; but where’s the fun in giving them what they’re desperate for; there’s no challenge to be had, no game to be played.
In your case I spotted you one night at a bar, throwing cash around, leering at girls, generally demanding to be the centre of attention. I pitied the poor thing which ended up leaving on your arm and decided right away that your life was going to change. It didn’t take much to do a little background and find out everything else I needed to know.
It took another week to put together all the details before I walked into your main offices and practically demanded to see you. A summer dress and heels is hardly the most imposing outfit, especially on a slender 5’7 frame, but confidence is everything. Without being invited I followed your assistant through to your office, and gave her just enough time to tell you about me before walking right in behind her.
Exactly as anticipated I watched your eyes move from her to me, and then drop down my body to my legs and back again. Pretending not to notice, and not even waiting for your assistant to leave, I am all business, getting right down to my fictional needs to sell my property, and matter of factly suggesting that you should come and take a look. As expected you jumped at the opportunity, and we quickly made an appointment.
So far so good, my plans were playing out exactly as I had hoped, and stage two would have you practically eating out of my hand. The outfit for your visit needed to look casual enough for you to believe I could just be wearing it around the house anytime, and at the same time sexy enough to keep your eyes on me the whole time. Given that your perceptions are certainly skewed by pornographic fantasies, I was confident in leaning more to the sexy side, and slipped into a loose camisole and simple white knickers with lacy edge.
I couldn’t easily hide my grin as I saw your eyes practically pop out of your head when I opened the door, but I maintained a completely casual, down to business attitude throughout the tour. I spent as much time as I could manage with my back to you, or otherwise unable to look in your direction, giving you ample opportunity to stare at me. I noticed with a smile that my efforts were having the desired effect in your pants.
Tour over, I led you back down to the door. I could sense your disappointment and I knew that it had all gone to plan; only one thing left for today. From beside the door I picked up a small box I wrapped earlier and handed it to you. “A gift, for being such a gentleman”. I leant in and gave you a small kiss on your cheek. “I look forward to your assessment” I said as I closed the door after you.
I can hardly tell you how exhilarating that was, knowing how much you wanted me the whole time, the excitement of teasing you so badly, the thoughts of what I had planned for your future. I fell back onto the couch, my fingers delving straight into my panties to start to relieve some of the tension I’d built up during your visit, certain that you’d be doing the same the instant you’re home too.
I wish I could have seen your face as you lay there, cum spurting from your cock, and your attention turned to my little box. How did you react when you opened it up and saw the shiny cock cage? What did your cock do when you read what it is I’m asking of you? I climaxed hard with that image in my head.
Next day I stretched lazily in bed, glancing over at the clock. It was 9:30AM, and as I deliberately didn’t put a time on my note, I’m sure you were at work just then, sitting caged in your office. Subconsciously my fingers trailed back down my naked body to my clit, rubbing slowly to thoughts of such a narcissistic womaniser choosing to place himself entirely at my mercy. Had it even occured to you just what I could do with this arrangement? I suspect not, because you were still only thinking with your dick.
That day was the beginning of a training exercise. You didn’t know when I would arrive, and couldn’t take the risk of keeping me waiting, so while I enjoyed my coffee, a stroll in the sun, and lunch with some friends, you’d be sitting in your office, cock straining a little against the cold metal, barely getting anything done at all. But you were just beginning to learn to have some patience – something you’d be needing a lot of in the weeks to come.
5pm comes around and I started wandering towards your offices. With all of your staff leaving, with any luck you’d be getting more and more excited about us being alone together. Had the idea that maybe I won’t unlock you even occurred to you yet? Oh I do hope not. From a distance I spotted your secretary leaving, and stopped to check my outfit and makeup in a window down the street before making my way straight into your office.
“Show me” I said, a mixture of sweet request and outright demand in my voice. Its endearing, and something of a credit to you, the way your face went red as you stood straight up and dropped your trousers and shorts for me. I smiled widely as I sat down across your desk, extremely pleased to see the way you are straining inside the device. I sat expectantly, waiting for the penny to drop that I wasn’t about to unlock you to have some fun right here on your desk; however much the idea was making my panties damp.
“Well put it away, we have things to discuss”, I said looking up at you with raised eyebrows, amazed that even after that pause it didn’t click. It was a struggle to hold back my giggles as you fumbled back into your seat and I began discussing details of my property. I can hardly imagine the frustration you must have been feeling just then; but I hoped that I wasn’t causing undue pain. I’m sure you’d speak up if something was seriously wrong, so I continued on to stage three.
“I’d love it if you’d take me out tonight” I said as we concluded, “what do you say?”. The mixed signals must have been driving you absolutely insane by this point, but you’re only just starting down this road. We made plans, exchanged numbers, and I left you with nothing more than a peck on the cheek.
Dating a caged guy is a surprisingly different experience. Although his aims are still much the same, to get into your pants, now he’s like a desperate puppy, constantly trying to do every little thing to make you happy, because he knows he can’t just go home and jack off. Week on week, each time you took me out, I could tell the changes happening to your attitude, and I began to believe that some of them were going to be lasting.
I kept my clothing carefully low key for our dates, nothing on display, nothing too tight; forcing you to keep attention on my words and my personality. In contrast, when I wanderd into your office I made sure there’s plenty for your coworkers to be jealous of and believe that you were having lots of fun with this sexy girl. It was only two or three weeks in when I turned up bright and early, clearly catching you very offguard, and suggested you should let me get myself a copy of your house key.
Later that afternoon I made myself comfortable in your living room and waited for you to arrive home. For the first time in private I had chosen a skirt, and had kicked off my shoes; my bare leg bobbing up and down crossed over the other with the keys to your cage hanging from an anklet. Presently I heard you at the door, and I put my phone down to wait for you to discover me.
Your reaction to my presence was delightful, your surprise evident, as was your excitement as your eyes kept flitting to the keys on my ankle. They weren’t going to get used that day, but you weren’t to know that.
“Hi” you stammered slowly, very uncertain of how to take this.
I wasn’t particularly happy with that response, “Is that any way to address me, pet? No, no, no; Miss would be most appropriate, I think.” I said without a smile. Inside I was grinning wildly.
Your face was an absolute picture, wide eyed and incredulous. You, the alpha dog misogynist being told to address me as your Mistress; the fact you never once saw this coming is still absolutely hilarious.
“Yes Miss” You replied slowly, with a little difficulty; but that would soon pass.
“Good boy, now let me see” I smiled, facing you with an appraising manner. A smile finally broke on my face as I saw the way your cock was straining in the cage; evidently a powerful woman is something you appreciate, even if you never realised it before then. “And the rest” I demanded, as though it should have been obvious that’s what I wanted. I waited for you to strip completely before beckoning you over; “That’s a good puppy, now come! Join me!”. I indicated the floor beside my legs.
I began to stroke your hair and cheek with one hand as I talked to you; “I must say I’m really enjoying having you as my boyfriend; you’ve been so attentive and caring. I hope you have been enjoying our time.” I didn’t wait for a reply. “Look, my feet are kind of sore from walking today” they’re weren’t, “would you be a dear and give them a massage?”. Without hesitation you shuffled round, your attention being drawn by the keys time and time again as you clumsily tried to do what you thought to soothe my aches.
Sitting up a little, I lifted my foot towards your face provocatively, “go on” I cooed and immediately begbeganin to stroke your hair as your lips made contact with the top of my foot. “That’s it, good boy. Keep going”. As your kisses became more eager and more passionate, I turned my attention away from you and sat on my phone checking facebook and reddit.
I’m impressed that you didn’t question or complain, and I’m fairly sure that you actually began to enjoy paying such attention to my feet; even daring to venture further afield to my ankles and calves. And don’t think I didn’t notice that kiss on the key to your cage.
It’s starting to turn to dusk outside when I turned my attention back to you and returned to stroking your hair. “I’d better be heading off soon; but I’ve enjoyed this evening. I’ve been thinking about your unlocking,” your attention perked up and your kisses became more eager again, “and I decided that six months since that first date would be a nice time to choose. I’ll drop in on you here from time to time, and when I do I expect to find you naked.” I stood up, adjusting my skirt with your face inches from my crotch, smiling as I watch the way your gaze followed the wiggle of my hips. “See you soon, puppy” I blew you a kiss as I let myself out.
Checking in on you was always fun. Sometimes I’d be waiting downstairs when you came for breakfast, others I would turn up before one of our dates. I took great pleasure in having you give me back rubs, foot worship, cooking me meals, and generally treating me like a queen. I would also set you little tasks, check you were keeping up with household chores, and generally toy with and tease you – all the while with my clothes on. Most evening spent with fingers and/or toys in my pussy, climaxing again and again from thoughts of your obedience and frustration.
Six months passed fairly quickly for me, though I suspect less so for you, and almost before I knew it the day arrived. I set my alarm very early, and carefully let myself quietly in as I had so many times before. The difference today, however, was that I left my clothes in a neat pile on the kitchen table as I took up position sitting on the counter. This would be the very first time you’d had so much as a glimpse under them, and I couldn’t wait to see your reaction. To add to the effect today, I had attached the keys to your cage to the piercing in my belly button.
This stretch of time did feel like an eternity to me, but it really wasn’t that long before I heard the shower upstairs, and soon after your footsteps coming down the stairs. My already damp pussy twitched in anticipation with every step, until finally we came face to face. Nothing yet had left you as stunned and wide-eyed as this, and I waited to give us both plenty of time to take in the scene. I bite my lip as I watch precum drip from the end of your cage; your eyes roaming all over my body making me feel like a Goddess.
“It’s OK, sugar, today’s the day after all. Now, why don’t you come”, I pause and giggle, “over here… breakfast is served.” At the same time I slide forward a little, getting my pussy right to the lip of the counter and spreading my legs further apart. You waste no time in scurrying across the room and kneeling in front of me, plunging your face and tongue between my legs with eager abandon.
I had low expectations of your skills, and while I wasn’t wrong, enthusiasm makes up for a lot of technique and your uncertain actions soon have me approaching climax; my fingers curling in your hair, my thighs and your cheeks slick with wetness. I’m impressed by how keen you are to keep going, and it’s not until I’m coming down from a fantastic climax that I nudge you away and sit there for a few minutes panting.
“A promise is a promise, darling” I say as I drop from the counter onto shaky legs, “come, let’s get you out”. I lead you through to your own living room, sitting you down in the chair this time and dropping to my knees in front of you. The straining of your cock immediately pops the cage open as I remove the lock, and it swells quickly to its full size, precum flowing freely down to your balls. The river gets larger and larger as my dainty fingers softly wrap around your shaft and begin to caress up and down slowly.
I lift my eyes to yours, smiling sweetly; “so, I was thinking… these past months have been so amazing, don’t you think?” You nod, though I’m not sure you’re fully thinking yourself at this point. “I wanted to give you a choice. I could let you release now, here, on my hand… or…” I feel your cock swell and twitch, right on the edge “… we could wait, and let you earn the chance to feel my lips around you, wouldn’t you like that?”.
Your cock throbs so hard I have to let go completely to make sure you don’t cum. “It would only be a few more months, sweetie, I know you can! You understand that if you choose to cum now then I’ll be gone.” I grasp your cock again, bringing my lips closer and closer, my breath blowing past, extending my tongue slowly as I look up at you, just taking the slightest taste of your precum.
“So… which will it be?”
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