Two objects

He looked a little closer and found two objects apart from the clothes she had worn the other day. The first was a plastic tube; the second object was a case made of fabric and felt like long rods. He wanted to investigate more but thought it wasn't the right time. So hesitantly, he left the bag on the bed and showered.

Michael tried to stay out of Sarah's way as much as possible; he even went for a walk. When he returned home, he found Sarah curled up on the couch, looking at her phone. He tried to sneak past, but Sarah looked up and caught him.

"Hey..." Sarah scooched up, leaving space for Michael.

"Hey." Michael stopped in his tracks.

"Can you have a seat?" She asked, touching the cushion next to her. Michael sat down tentatively. Sarah looked at his hand as if she wanted to hold it but refrained.

"Do you really want this?" Michael looked confused.

"I mean this arrangement, this lifestyle. Because this isn't the first time I've found you being naughty like this, I wonder if you really enjoy it or do it because I made you do it." Michael sat there, his cheeks red, embarrassed about what she said. It was true.

Every time Sarah left him alone, he tried his damnedest to go against Sarah's wishes. They sat in silence for a minute before Sarah asked.

"So, how are you feeling? Answer me honestly." He felt the pressure mounting, but lastly, he blurted out.

"I'm sorry, Sarah, I'm just a weak man. I love it, and I hate it. Watching you feels so good makes me feel jealous and horny, but please, I don't want to stop." Michael didn't know if he should get down on his knees and beg, but he remained sitting.

Sarah didn't know how to answer as that was her favorite part, watching Michael jealous and lusting for her. Nothing had been hotter than after her third date with John, seeing Michael bound and helpless on the coffee table, leaking from his cage and pleading with her. She wanted that, but now she realized it may be too much, or at least not yet. Her plans for today would have been so fun.

She had hoped to find Michael horny, maybe even in a compromising position humping a pillow or the like. She would have teased him and degraded him slightly about how horny he was and that she would allow him the ultimate prize, to fuck a pussy. Then she would have asked him if he wanted that, and assuming that he would have said yes, she would have led him to the bedroom and spread her legs, tricking him into thinking that they were about to fuck, but before unlocking him, she would have pulled out the first thing from her bag. Her new fleshlight. The look on Michael's face would have been priceless. Of course, he wasn't fucking her. That was reserved for real men. No, he would fuck a plastic pussy after agreeing to some more terms to their play. And after he agreed, she would let him fuck the plastic pussy on top of her own pussy while she teased him about his size and how much better John was. When he was done, she would have introduced the second toy.

She snapped out of her daydream and touched his cheek. "I'm sorry. If you would have only waited a couple more hours, you would have the perfect pussy for you. I know you couldn't have known that, but you have to trust that I will take care of my submissive roommate. And you have your safeword if it becomes too much."

Michael continued to feel foolish and embarrassed but nodded his head.

"Yeah, it's too bad." Sarah moved her hand to his leg and squeezed it gently. "I was in such a good mood after my time with my boyfriend. Maybe I would have shared all the things we did, but that horny little thing ruined it for you, and if you want to continue this, then there will have to be some new rules." Michael looked shy but answered.

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry." Sarah continued to rub his leg.

"Good, and I'm punishing you by taking away your boxer privileges. You will wear panties and pantyhose for the next couple of weeks." Michael swallowed audibly but kept his mouth shut.

"And you'll have a new daily task. Wait here." Sarah got up and walked to her bedroom. When she returned, she held the fabric case and a tube of lube.

"Lay on the couch and lower your trousers." Sarah got on her knees and spread out the thing she brought. Opening the case, she said.

"For the next few days, you will train yourself with these." She brandished the drumstick-looking metal object.

"What is it?" Michael asked, suspecting the answer.

"It's a urethral sound. You will use it to train the clit hole for the next few days. You are going to use them in the morning and evening." She squirted a big glob of lube on the sound and moved it closer to Michael's caged-up cock. Michael held his breath but moaned as Sarah gently pushed down the rod of his tube. The sound Michael made was elating. The cold rod made Michael produce a moan somewhere between pleasure and discomfort. The sound did not almost sound human. She ran it up and down a few times before she grabbed his hand and made him move the rod with her guidance. She helped him until he was carrying on by himself. As she watched him, she thought about the next step and how devilishly fiendish it was.

She let Michael continue for a few more times before she stopped him by placing her hand on his.

"I think that's enough of that for now." She said, brushing aside his hand and pulling out the sound. Michael let out a final moan of pleasure and disappointment. Sarah got up and left Michael to clean up himself while she had to release her built-up pressure in her bedroom.