Emily rewards you

Emily opens the bathroom door for you, as you excitedly steps inside. She is sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking at you.

"You've been such a good pet this entire week John. I think you should be able to celebrate that." Emily opens up the locket on her necklace, revealing the key to your cock within it. "Strip for me sweetie. Completely"

She doesn't have to ask you as second time, as you eagerly take your pants off, revealing your little pink cage in all its glory. You throw your shirt on the ground as well, as you stand there completely naked in front of your sister, nothing but the little cage covering your genitals, your cock pushing against it.

Emily takes the key from the locket, and gets up, circles around you while gently caressing your body, before she gets on her knees, eye level with your cock. "Now how about we let this little soldier get some fresh air?" she says, before putting the key into a lock, and you hear a little click.

Free from the confinements of the cage, your cock is able to grow, and you feel Emily's hand gently removing the cage from your body. Your cock swells to full mast right away, pent up after a week of torment. It's not the biggest one in the world, but with almost five inches to your name, it's nothing to be ashamed of either.

Emily sits on her knees, mere inches away from your hard cock, as she moves her head closer to the tip, and you freeze in excitement as she gently opens her mouth. You can't believe what is about to happen. But when she is just an inch in front of your cock, she stops. She looks up at you and smiles.

"You didn't think it would be this easy right? My poor little baby." She gets up, and you can feel the disappointment. You knew it was too good to be true. "If you wanna cum, you will have to use your own hands to do it." she says, as she sits on the bathtub edge once again.

You realize that she has no intention of leaving this room, and you feel a twinge of shame of the thought of having to masturbate in front of her. But it would be far from the strangest thing that had happened this week, and if it's your only way to get release, so be it. You grab your cock with your hand, and the mere sensation of actually touching it instantly gets you close to the edge. You are not lasting long. You know it, and Emily sure knows it. You start gently stroking your cock, meeting Emily's gaze with your own, and in response, she spreads her legs a bit, showing off her cum soaked panties for you, the same one she had put on after Eric filled her today.

The sight of those cum filled panties is enough to send you over the edge. It has been less than 30 seconds since you put your hand on your cock, but that is more than enough to send you over the edge. Everything happens so fast, as you shoot your load in Emily's direction. She knew you would cum fast, but didn't anticipate you not even lasting a minute, and she doesn't have time to react before your cum hits her all over the shirt she had taken from you, with a big glop of it firmly hitting her in the chin.

"What the fuck John? Not even a warning?" You realize that its not anger in her voice, its disappointment. She is not mad that you came on her, she is mad you came so fast. "Did I give you permission to cum all over me?" You don't have a response to that question. You know that whatever you say, is not gonna be enough to satisfy her.

"You dirty pervert." she says, sitting there covered in your cum. "Don't just stand there you idiot, come clean me up!" You make your way towards the towels, but before you're able to grab one she interrupts you. "I didn't tell you to get a towel. I told you to clean me up. Lick this cum off my chin."

It hadn't even been a minute since you cum, but you can feel your senses overwhelming you once again. She wants you to do what? "Did I stutter John?" she says with a stern voice. "Lick your cum off my chin." You go towards her, get on your knees to be at eye level with her, and gingerly lick across her chin, feeling the salty taste of your cum on your tongue. It has been a while since you last tasted it, but it feels familiar, as you think about all off Eric's cum you've tasted this past week.

"Good boy" she says, as you kneel on the bathroom floor, her eyes meeting yours. "Now before we get this cage back on you, there's one more thing that we need to do. We need to do something about these pubes of yours. Get in the tub"

You have never shaved your body before, but Emily gets a razor and some shaving gel and instructs you to stand still, as she gets to work. You can feel her hands around your groin, the sensation would have been overwhelming if you didn't just empty your balls. She never directly touches your cock, instead she instructs you to move it out of the side when needed, but she does have to touch your balls in order to get a clean shave. You feel a blissful sensation as she does, and you can feel your cock twitch over the course of the shave.

After about ten minutes, you are now cleanly shaven, and Emily looks upon you with pride. "There! Much better! Now the cage will look much cuter on you. And you didn't even get fully hard as well!" You look down on your groin, and she is right. You have never cared much about pubic grooming, since nobody has ever gotten close to touching you before, but now you are completely shaven. And your cock is still worn out enough not to have gotten rock hard.

"Now I will need you completely soft for this cage to fit you again John. And you are not allowed to cum a second time." You know that she means it, and you don't wanna disappoint her. But the situation doesn't exactly make it easy to get flaccid. You try to imagine the most repulsive thoughts, and Emily gently sits next to you and wait. After what feels like several minutes, you are finally getting soft again, and Emily seizes the moment and gets the cage around your cock, locking it with another click.

"Good boy" she says encouragingly as she hands you a pink bottle. It has the words Intimate Gel written on it. "It's for the itching, trust me you'll need it." The thought of how she could know that gets your cock swelling once again, as you imagine Emily's shaved pussy. "Oh and I have one more gift for you." She hands you a pair of pink panties that has been laying on the toilet seat this entire time. You assumed they were for her to change into after the shower. "These are for you" she says, smiling.

You are puzzled for a second. Why would she give you panties, knowing full well you can't jerk off when you're caged. Is it just to tease you once again? "But I'm caged.." you mutter. "Why would I...."
"Oh John" she chuckles. "I didn't think you would be that slow. They are for you to wear of course. I even picked a matching color for your cage"

Your cock is now firmly swelling, pushing against its restraints. Your sister has just given you a pair of panties to wear. Her own panties. You know that there's no use arguing, as you obediently put them on. Emily can't contain her excitement. "Oh my god you look so cute!" she exclaims, as she has you twirl around so she gets a full view of you dressed in nothing but her pink panties, the outline of the cage stretching against the fabric. "Good job John. Now one last thing. Turn around for me. Don't peek."

You obediently follow her command, as you feel fabric being thrown at you, and the shower curtain closing. "Now you can turn back around." she says. It's her panties and shirt lying at the floor. You look towards the bathtub, but the shower curtain hides what you know is your naked sister from your view. "Now you can go back to doing your chores. Don't forget my sheets. And I expect a lovely dinner tonight."

You steel yourself for another week of torment.