Chapter 8: The Unexpected Guests

It was back at Leah's apartment that the first good thing happened to her today. While she was at work, her shipments of clothes and her cage had finally arrived. Now, she'd already grabbed them and was back in her bedroom sorting everything.

"Okay, my closet is stocked, I have enough skirts and sweatpants for a week at a time, and I've got my schedule put together." Leah listed to herself. If she was lucky, it would be easier to manage her life from hereon out.

"Now, let's get you out and see if you work." Leah said, removing her new cock cage from its encasing. It was a small, black trinket cast in a roughly phallic shape. The latch was currently opened with a tiny, built-in locking mechanism. Buried under the rest of the plastic and paper was a little key with written instructions:

"WARNING! THIS DEVICE IS CAN CAUSE PHYSICAL HARM IF USED IMPROPERLY. ATTACH ONLY WHEN FLACCID AND AVOID USE FOR LONGER THAN 6 HOURS AT A TIME. IF YOUR KEY IS MISPLACED, CONTACT OUR CUSTOMER HELP LINE IMMEDIATELY."

It seemed straightforward enough. She just needed to keep track of the key and take it off every once in a while. After all, she would still need to sleep, use the bathroom, and bathe, all of which she did in her privacy anyway.

Holding it in her hand, the chastity cage gave Leah feelings of hope. It might've been just what she needed to tip the odds in her favor. However, she also couldn't help but feel a little disheartened by its size. After seeing her dong in action, she ultimately had trouble shaking some of her doubts.

Leah was about to strip and test the device when she heard someone knocking at her apartment door. She stashed the metal item in her night stand, then went to meet her visitor(s).

The sound of fists pounding on hard wood continued.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Leah shouted, annoyed.

"You better not be! Or else we win!" a muffled voice warned from the other side.

As the door spun open, Amy and Pamela sauntered into Leah's apartment, each of them wearing skimpy outer-wear.

"What up, Leah! We were on our way back from the mall when we thought we'd stop by and check on our favorite futa!" Amy loudly declared.

"Yeah! How'd your first week working with a dick go? Didya' fold? Did some buxom secretary make you bust a nut yet?" Pamela teased.

Leah sighed. "No, I haven't cum yet, nor do I plan to. In fact, everything's fine."

"Oh yeah?" Amy said, smugly. "Then what's going on down there?"

Amy pointed to the obvious protrusion in Leah's pants.

The futa brushed off her snide remark.

"Whatever. It's probably because of you two, prancing about, dressed like you're on some trashy, HBO series. I bet you and Pam just bought that stuff to get a rise out of me." Leah fired back.

"You bet!" Pam chimed in. "And clearly we got a rise out of something' she laughed.

"If you're done with your bit now, mind leaving me alone? I've got some important stuff to do." Leah requested.

"Fine, party-pooper. We're planning on hitting up some clubs later. Just text us if you wanna join. Laters!" Her friends made their offer as they exited. Leah slammed the door shut behind them.

"Assholes." Leah muttered, staring at her erection.

To take her mind off Amy and Pamela's teasing, she decided to take a long shower for herself. In there, she could be naked and free without any shame or judgement.

The warm water felt good on her skin. After the shame and fear she felt all week, Leah was glad to finally be isolated and secure with herself. The controlled downfall was both physically and spiritually cleansing.

Grabbing some soap and body wash, Leah spread the foam and suds all over herself. Cupping her breasts, she tugged lightly at her stiffening nipples.

"Ahhhhhh. Mmph...." she moaned softly.

As she finished rubbing in the cleansing oils, her hands drifted down to her hardening member. Leah's hands lubed up her shaft readily, slowly sliding up and down the rigid mass.

"Oh yeah...." she whined.

Her cock was throbbing, begging for release. Everything felt so tight, so full, so ready to-

"NO!" she shouted, snapping open her eyes and ripping her hands from her crotch.

Without hesitation, she reached for the shower knob and cranked it all the way back. The warm, soothing habitat she'd cultivated was quickly replaced with an ice-cold rainfall.

"AAAAHHH!" Leah yelped, her body in shock from the rapid transition. Almost instantly, her fuckpole returned to a state of flaccidity.

"GODDAMNIT! THIS FUCKING SUCKS!" the naked girl shouted in anger.

It seemed winning No Nut November meant giving up hot showers too.