Tiffany and Mike Ch. 03
Sunday morning, I woke up and saw Tiffany was already awake and staring at me.
"Wha-- what's up?" I groggily ask.
"Just looking at you," she says with a smirk. "Did you have fun yesterday?"
I nod as she wraps her arms around me and pulls my head into her shoulder.
I feel my cage press into her thigh as she snuggles up to me.
She gives a subtle smirk and runs a finger over my cage.
"I hope you're enjoying that as much as I am," she kisses my forehead.
"So," I softly say. "How will this work at school?"
"Well," she says tightening her grip around me. "I mean, we'll just be a typical power couple at school," she smirks.
"Power couple?"
"Well duh," she laughs. "You're the starting shortstop and I'm the cheer captain," she scratches my back.
"Ok fine," I sigh. "Outwardly power couple."
"Inwardly," she smirks. "We'll just be us." I nod as she flashes a sexy smirk. "But in bed," she picks up her key and traces it across her lips. "You're gonna hate me just as much as you like me."
"I don't know about that," I say running a hand through her hair.
"Oh you will," she kisses my cheek.
"Really," I say cocking an eyebrow.
She hums and nods, running a finger over her key. "I'm a bitch. I'm a tease. I'll have you begging on your knees," we both laugh.
"You should be a poet."
"Maybe I will."
--
On Monday morning, Tiffany and I arrive at school in her car. I won't lie, I am dreading this morning. The dread is a mix of the attention that I know we'll both receive when we reveal our relationship, and also the nerves of my first time wearing the cage and not being around Tiffany.
"You ready?" she asks knowing I don't like being the center of attention unless I'm playing baseball.
I take a deep breath and nod. "Ready as I'll ever be," I say opening the door.
We walk into the building holding hands, and just let our respective friend groups let their collective gasps out.
--
After a long day of classes and an even longer practice, Tiffany and I finally get back in her car.
"You ok?" she asks.
"I made it," I say turning to look at her. "Let's get out of here before the crowd finds us."
We get to her house and Tiffany shows off her cooking skills and makes some of the best quesadillas I've ever had.
"I have lotsa skills you're gonna enjoy," she winks as I collect our plates.
"I have skills too," I say mockingly.
"Ok then," she sits back in her chair. "Make some dessert."
"Alright," I stand up and carry our plates to the kitchen sink. She's never had one of my milkshakes and I've never met anyone whose disliked them.
I look through her fridge, freezer and cabinet for the things I need.
I put two scoops of vanilla ice cream in the blender. Add chocolate syrup, crushed oreos and then run the blender for 22 seconds. Add more chocolate syrup, and run the blender for 13 more seconds.
I walk out to the dining room with two milkshakes. She's leaning down so she can wash the table, but when she sees me she stops cleaning the table. She stands up and cocks an eyebrow at me and gives me that sexy smirk of hers.
"You may wanna sit down," I say flashing my own smirk.
Without breaking eye contact, she sits down. I hand her a cup and watch her close her eyes as she takes a sip. Her eyes shoot wide open as she sips the milkshake.
"Holy shit," she says with a bit of a milk moustache. "I wish I knew about this earlier," she wipes her moustache away and sucks her finger clean.
--
We get in bed a few hours later, ready to watch a movie together. She decides to put on a silly movie from our childhood. She rests her head on my shoulder for most of the movie, my head resting on hers.
Towards the end of the movie, there's a scene where the main character gets tied up.
"That's interesting," she says lifting her head. "What do you think it's like to be tied up?" I cock an eyebrow at her. "Just be unable to do anything to stop whatever the person decides to do to you."
She makes a silly face when she finishes her sentence and I begin to laugh. She leans in for a kiss when I finish laughing and then she sits up next to me.
Her body is slightly angled toward me, but still leaning against the headboard. "So I gotta know something about you."
"Ok?"
"When did you find out you liked to be dominated?"
I take a moment to ponder her question. I can't pinpoint a time or occasion where I found out this was something I wanted. I guess just over time I got sick of girls who just bent to my will.
"I think at some point I just wanted a girl to take charge for once, you know?" Without saying anything, her eyes tell me that she understands exactly what I mean. "Girls always chased me, but if they ever got me they just became pushovers and wanted to do whatever I wanted to do." She nods and without saying a word encourages me to continue. "Girls always viewed me as a tease, but they never wanted to tease me back."
"Well I love to tease," she sweetly says with a smile.
"Now what about you?"
She twirls her hair. "I think I've just always known I'm dominant," she blows a kiss. "I mean, you've known since we met that I'm quite a tease." She leans down and kisses me, lying down with a grin. "As soon as we met I knew you had a submissive streak in you," she winks. "Bought that cage for you a week later."
"That's a bit creepy," I giggle.
"Don't see you running," she wraps her arms around me.
--
Tiffany and I spend the next couple of nights in her house cuddling, watching TV and getting to know each other a bit more than we already do. She dresses a bit provocatively whenever we're alone, showing off a little extra skin, but she really doesn't use her "power" in bed.
School and baseball practice are a bit uncomfortable with my new bondage, but not enough to effect my focus in either of them. Also, equally as important, no one seems to notice.
Despite her restraint, frustration is still building inside me. I'm a 19 year old whose had attention from girls since I was a kid. I haven't gone a week without cumming since before high school.
Tiffany almost certainly knows she's driving me a little crazy based on her knowing smile whenever she sees me look at the key on her necklace.
--
By Thursday, I think I have made all the adjustments I need to wear the chastity cage. I buy some tighter undergarments to hold the cage in place more, and some baggier baseball pants to not show the outline of the cage.
Today, Tiffany's practice finishes before mine and she sits in the bleachers to watch my batting session. I won't lie, it definitely does put a little extra in my swing knowing that she's watching.
"You put on quite a show there," she says leaning in and kissing me when my practice lets out.
"Just for you," I wink.
"Oh how sweet," she sarcastically says as we begin to walk to her car.
"What are you hungry for?" I ask as we get into her car.
--
When we get to the house, I make some burgers and continue to glance at her key while we eat. I know I glance at her key more and more each day but I can't help it. She doesn't say anything about it, but there's no chance she doesn't notice.
After I take a long hot shower, I enter the bedroom. I find Tiffany's cotton panties on the bed.
I feel my cock twitch as I pick them up and toss them into her dirty laundry hamper.
"I'm impressed," I hear Tiffany chime from behind me.
I turn around and see her leaning against the door with a devious smirk, wearing a floral lace royal blue lingerie set.
Oh fuck. I don't know what color she looks the best in but I haven't found one she looks bad in yet.
"Ho... you lo... look amazing," I weakly say as she approaches me.
"I thought you'd like this," she says pushing me onto the bed. "Matches our school uniforms and everything," she giggles walking around me. "Or maybe you were more focused on how enormous my tits look." She leans down and shakes her chest in my face, her key actually bouncing off my forehead.
"I was thinking," she says pulling the handcuffs out of her nightstand.
"Ever since our little arrangement began," she cuffs my wrists over the headboard. "I've gone very easy on you," she lifts up the cage with one finger.
"Oh... ooh... ok," is all I can softly say.
"I mean," she leans forward and her breasts and key agonizingly dangle in front of me "I did warn you that I'll have you begging," she puts a finger over my lips. "And I wanna drive you fucking wild," she kisses my forehead and a gentle moan escapes my lips. "And you did know I was a tease," she says with a hand squeezing my chest.
I nod, desperate for her to pay my cock some attention.
"Wh... what d... do you h... have in... mind?" I softly ask.
"I'm thinking I'll show you what a truly merciless tease I can be," she lies down on her side next to me. "Your tongue will be getting some workouts for me, because I can still cum anytime."
I nod, looking deep into her eyes.
"And also I'll start to dress more like this," she smirks and gestures down her lingerie clad body. "Only when we're here," she leans in and kisses me. "Just to remind you who the boss is," she winks and leans down. I let out a weak moan as she bites my lip.
"Oh... oh fuck," is all I can weakly say as she wraps her arms around me.
"Do you like the sound of that?" she says with a smirk as she sweetly caresses my cheek.
"Oh fuck yes," I softly answer as she pinches my nipples.
"Good boy," she says lifting herself over me and lowering herself onto my face.
She cums and then smears herself all over my face, coating me in her juices before she lifts herself off of me.
"Oh that was very nice," she says straddling my chest.
I feel her run her foot over my caged member, before she leans down and releases the cuffs.
I look up at her, confused as she takes my wrists and puts my hands over her tits.
After a few minutes of massaging and squeezing her tits, she lies down next to me and turns the TV on.
"What are you doing?" I softly ask. She turns to me with a raised eyebrow, and her eyes tell me she knows exactly what she's doing to me. "Are you gonna unlock me?"
"No," she says with a chuckle. "Not tonight baby," she runs a hand through my hair.
"I wanna fuck you!" I protest. I reach up and wipe some of her juices off my face with my finger.
"Hey!" she loudly snaps her finger. "Suck that finger clean," my cock twitches when she speaks so authoritatively.
I don't dare break eye contact as I suck my finger.
When I pull my finger out of my mouth, she smirks at my compliance.
"Now don't wipe anything else off your face," she says with her smile returning. "Just a lil' reminder of whose in charge."
--
Her classes on Friday finish a couple hours before mine, but she wouldn't tell me what she did while she waited for me.
A simple "You'll find out later," was all she would say. It drove me a bit crazy wondering what she was up to, knowing that she was scheming something up.
After an agonizing day of classes and a game, we finally make it to the house. During the game, I'm constantly checking her out in her cheerleading outfit, appreciating her angelic body. I notice that she has pink manicured nails, but I have no idea what she's set up for this evening.
As soon as we arrive home and the door's closed and locked, I leap into a kiss with her. I pin her arms against the door as we kiss and I desperately grind my hips against her.
"Please," I softly cry as we break apart for a moment.
"Please what?" she taunts as our lips reconnect.
"Please fuck me," I begin to tear up as our hips grind together. "Please," I whisper as she begins to wipe my tears away. "I'll do anything."
"Anything?" she innocently asks with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Anything," I say tightening my grip on her hips. "I'll grovel at your feet... I'll embarrass myself...," she puts a finger over my lips and I begin to cry onto her shoulder in frustration.
"I don't want you to do any of those things," she softly says running a hand through my hair.
"What do you want?" I loudly ask unable to hide my frustration.
"I wanna tease you some more," she smirks.
"Fuck," I whimper as my head collapses back onto her shoulder. "Please just fuck me," I wrap my arms around her.
"Oh I will," she says running a hand up my thigh. "But first I have to make sure you're teased like you wanted," she says sounding more than a bit amused at my frustration.
"Fuck," I growl as she softly runs a hand through my hair. She lets out a slight gasp as my arms tighten around her.
We remain like this for a few minutes before she reaches back and pulls my arms off of her. I lift my head up and look deep into her eyes as she wipes my tears away.
"Are you ok?" she asks with less playfulness than before. I nod, barely able to maintain eye contact. "Do you still wanna do this?"
I nod, leaning in and giving her a kiss.
"Go to the bedroom," she sexily whispers in my ear. "I want you naked, on your knees, facing the bed."
"Yes Mistress," I answer feeling my cheeks burn.
I walk into the bedroom and toss my clothing aside and kneel, facing the foot of our bed. A chill runs up my spine when I kneel on the carpet, my back to the bedroom door.
I hear a pair of heels clicking on the hardwood hallway floor, stopping behind me in the doorway.
She tightly cuffs my wrists behind my back and ties a blindfold around my eyes.
A gentle moan escapes my lips when she crouches behind me, nibbling at my ear. I feel my hands brush against her naked thighs as she tightly pulls me in to her.
"Don't struggle," she softly says wrapping an arm around my neck, putting me in a rear naked choke. It's nowhere near a blood choke, but firm enough to muffle all of my whimpers and pleading.
"Are you gonna be a good boy?" she asks in a mocking tone.
"Yes Mistress," I answer weakly.
"I know you are," she sweetly whispers in my ear. "You're my good boy."
I try to speak, but she tightens her arm just a bit and turns and all of my words into shallow breaths.
"Shhhh," she softly says. "I've gotcha. There's no need for you to speak right now," she says wiping a of bead sweat off my forehead. "I want you to just feel owned for a bit," she says massaging my bicep. "Now squeeze my thigh if you can do that for me."
With my bound wrists I reach with my right hand and squeeze her thigh, getting a childish giggle out of her.
"I wonder if you would like to know what I'm wearing." I let out a soft moan as she stuffs two fingers in my mouth. "Give my fingers a good suck if you do."
I suck on her fingers as hard as I can while she almost fucks my mouth with them.
"Good boy," she says in my ear. "I'm sure you heard my heels while you were waiting," she pauses as I nod. "They're my favorite pink stilettos," she pauses and gently squeezes my neck. "You know," she says with audible lust "the one that leaves my toes uncovered." She presses her fingers deep into my mouth and holds them their until I begin to squirm.
"I'm wearing a special outfit for you," she says slightly withdrawing her fingers but still leaving them in my mouth. "It's a pair of pink latex panties and a matching crop top." She rubs her tits against my back as she talks. "I'm thinking you really like the way I look in pink," she finally removes her fingers from my mouth and unwraps her arm from around my neck.
I fall forward before she grabs my arms, gently guiding me back to my kneeling position.
"Easy easy," she almost inaudibly whispers. "Breathe."
I take a few minutes and catch my breath, feeling her hand on my back as I kneel.
"Please fuck me." I plead as I feel her wipe my saliva off on my back.
"I will baby," she softly says still sitting behind me. "But not yet."
She guides me onto the end of the bed, tying my ankles to the corners. She slides my blindfold off and kisses the back of my neck.
I'm kneeling at the foot of the bed facing the headboard, my ankles tied to the corners and my hands cuffed. She comes into view, wearing the outfit she described a few moments ago.
She sits on the bed in front of me, and I lean down to kiss her.
"I love seeing you struggle," she softly says.
"You look even better than I imagined," I softly moan as we kiss.
"Why don't you show me what you mean," she says pulling apart and smirking deviously.
"What do you mean?"
Without saying anything, she takes her necklace off and slides the key into the padlock.
I moan and softly whimper as she slides the cage and the ring off, lightly stroking me.
"Oh my," she giggles as I grow to my full length. "You ARE turned on," she lightly runs a finger over my head.
"I wanna cum," I softly whimper as she pulls her hand away.
"I know you do. Let's see what I can do to help with that." She speaks softly as she presses a gag, which seems to have just magically appeared, into my lips and buckles it around my head.
She gets on her knees on the bed, sliding her panties down and lightly rubbing her sex over my dripping cock.
"Come down," she lightly pulls me down and guides me into her as she lies down.
My wrists tied behind my back, my ankles to the bed, gagged, but still on top of her.
She moans as I twitch inside her. I begin to lift myself up on my knees.
When she sees, she nudges my knees and I fall down. She tangles her legs around mine, completely immobilizing me.
She lifts my chest up, her eyes sparkling as we look deep into each other's eyes.
"You're a good boy," she says gently lowering my body back down onto her.
I whimper into my gag as I feel her gripping my cock, clenching down on it as I can't do anything more than twitch inside her.
"Oh that's a good boy," she says as I push my face down onto the pillow next to her head. I scream into my gag, so loud that if I wasn't gagged the neighbors might've called the police.
"I know I know," she gently says running a hand through my hair. "You're gonna make me cum like this." I hear her lightly moan as I press my hips down, just about the only thing I can do.
I lift my face to reveal my eyes, brimming with tears of frustration. She softly wipes my tears away.
"If you can make me cum like this then I'll get on top and fuck you like you want."
I bury my face back in the pillow and scream again in a mix of frustration and lust.
"Oh baby," she moans as my twitching continues. "Just imagine how good it'll feel when I suck you clean," she says while nibbling at my ear. "And then give you a proper fucking like you deserve."
I squeal at her promises and feel her convulse around me.
No way she actually just came.
I look up and see her eyes closed and mouth wide open as she moans. I try to press my hips down, but I can't go any deeper inside her.
When she finally returns to reality, she has a childish grin on her face.
"Holy shit," she says before undoing the gag and pulling me in for a kiss.
"Please please," I whimper as we break apart.
"I know I know," she caresses my cheek and untangling her legs. "Pull out."
I hesitantly pull out of her and she rolls off the bed.
She unties my ankles and rolls me onto my back, retying my ankles and climbing on top of me.
She lies on top of me, and she must've slid her panties back up. She rubs her panties against my throbbing member as she presses her chest into mine.
"Ple-" I begin to plead before she puts a finger over my lips.
"No begging," she says seemingly looking into my soul. "I know what you want," she wraps her hand around my throat without applying pressure. "I'm gonna suck your beautiful hard cock clean," she moans.
I begin to speak but she lightly squeezes my throat. "Don't speak. Beg me with your eyes."
I nod, but she doesn't ease her grip on my throat.
She lowers her face until we're almost nose to nose. "Do you wanna feel my soft, wet, plump lips wrapped around this beautiful hard thing?" she teases.
I plead with my eyes as she continues to rub herself against my cock.
"Good boy," she says kissing my cheek. "I love seeing that look in your eyes." She releases her grip on my throat and sits up. "I think it's about time you learn what my blowjobs are really like," she winks. "I guarantee they're even better than anything you've fantasized about," she says while rubbing a single finger against the head.
She leans down, her pussy hovering above my face as she runs her tongue over my dripping cock.
After a few minutes of teasing me with her tongue, she presses my hips into the bed and wraps her lips around my head begins edging me.
I feel myself twitching in her mouth, but she somehow keeps me just a few strokes from cumming.
I groan as she edges me over and over, desperate for her to provide the final few strokes it would take to send me over the edge.
After several edges, I let out a howl of desperation and she lifts her head up. She turns her head to look at me and has a proud smile on her face.
"I hope you enjoyed that," she licks my pre cum off her lips. "Because I think I could do that all night long."
I plead with my eyes, unable to put a coherent thought into words.
She reaches down and slides her panties off, teasing me as she extends her leg to slide them off.
She gives herself a spank and lowers herself onto my face.
I lick her as she leans down and begins teasing my cock again with her tongue and her lips.
I stop licking her and moan when she suckles my head.
She lifts her head off of me and lets out a sigh.
I let out a howl when she pinches my balls and I start licking her again.
She gives my cock one kiss before she begins to grind on my face.
She begins lightly sucking me again after about a minute, sliding her lips up and down my cock.
I begin flicking her clit before wrapping my lips around it and suckling it. I feel her juices cover my face and her lips tighten around my cock as she cums.
She lies down next to me, her leg draped over mine and scratches my chest with her beautiful smile on her lips.
"Good boy," she kisses my neck. "My good boy," she leans down and kisses my lips.
"Please." I softly cry out when we break apart. "Please fuck me."
"Shh," she softly says. "I'll give you the proper fucking you deserve," her eyes glisten as she looks up and down my body.
She wipes the sweat off my forehead as she lifts herself over me.
"Ple-" I desperately cry before she puts her hand over my mouth.
"No begging," she says with lust in her eyes. "I just wanna hear how good I'm making you feel."
I nod and she removes her hand, putting it on the pillow next to my head.
She lifts herself up and I let out a primal moan as she lowers herself onto me.
I close my eyes as she starts to ride me, my head resting on the pillow.
She wipes some of her juices off my face and reaches down, playing with her clit with her wet fingers.
Her moans get louder as she convulses on me.
I squirm as her pussy tightens around me, her lips on my neck as I growl.
"That was so good," she says wiping some saliva off her face. "You're such a good boy," she presses her chest into me and I stare at her breasts.
"Eyes on me," she says cupping my chin and lifting my eyes up to look her in the eyes.
I begin to plead as I feel her wetness still wrapped around me. "Ple-" she squeezes my throat with her hand.
"No begging," she softly says resting our foreheads together. "I'm gonna fuck you some more."
She begins grinding on me again and I begin thrusting up into her, desperately trying to make myself cum.
She pins my hips to the bed with her knees with a giggle, and tightens her grip on my throat and I let out a whimper.
"Shut up," she snarls. "Just take it." I nod and she loosens her grip on my throat.
She rides me for several minutes, her pussy seeming to tighten around me constantly.
After a few minutes, she tightens her grip on my throat and pinches my nipple.
"Cum."
Almost instantly, I explode inside her. My moans are muffled by her grip on my throat.
When I come to, I feel her lying next to me with a hand on my chest.
I look over at her and we kiss deeply, moaning into each other's mouths.
When we break apart she reaches down and collects my cum out of her pussy and lifts her fingers up, pressing them into my lips.
"Would you be a good boy and clean me up?" she asks with a hint of glee. I nod and she lifts herself over me.
I flatten my tongue and run it up and down inside her, tasting our juices together.
Without cumming, she lifts herself off of me.
"Do we taste good?"
I nod and she leans down, kissing me and sucking our juices off my lips.
"Wow we do taste good," she giggles reaching down and untying my ankles from the bed.
I roll onto my side and she undoes the cuffs and soothes my wrists, which are sore and red from struggling.
I sit up but she puts a hand on my shoulder.
"You ok?" she gently asks.
"Need some water," I hoarsely reply.
"Ok," she massages down my arm. "Wait here."
She exits the room and I collapse onto my back, exhausted.
She comes back a few minutes later with two waters and a bag of pretzels.
She picks up the pillows and sets them against the headboard and gently lifts me up, sitting me against the pillow.
We eat our snack and drink our waters in silence before I toss the empty bottle aside.
I close my eyes and rest my head against the top of the headboard, hearing her bottle crinkling as she drinks.
"You ok?" she sympathetically asks running a hand through my hair.
"Yeah," I almost silently reply. "That was really intense."
She nods "I know," I hear her put the bag of pretzels on her nightstand. "I'm sorry, I got a bit carried away."
"It's ok." I answer opening my eyes. "It was still fun."
Relief floods her eyes as I tell her she didn't go too far.
"I'm tired." I weakly say as she wraps her arms around me.
"I know," she says shifting the pillows as we lie down. "Just close your eyes."
In the bedroom, Tiffany gestures towards the bondage gear and says, "Tonight, you'll experience a true Dominatrix."
During their college party, Tiffany pulls Mike aside and says, "Remember, in front of everyone, we're just the power couple cheerleader and athlete, but behind closed doors, it's a different story."
After college graduation, Mike and Tiffany attend a fancy ball, and Tiffany teases him by flashing her chastity key and saying, "You're gonna love this new aspect of our power couple."