She Enters

After about 30 minutes since Natalie’s departure, you see the cell door open. Finally, a chance at some relief, maybe. If the girl who enters is nice enough to give you a rest.

It’s Emily. Coming in with a little hint of a smirk on her face as she approaches you. She pulls up a chair and sits down in front of you, as she looks up at you smiling slightly.

“So how’d things go with the girls? You like em?” She asks. You shrug, unsure of how to respond to that.

“I mean, it was fine I guess. About what I was expecting mostly I think.” You tell her. She looks at your balls and starts softly and gently tapping on them, and then cups her hands and moves up and down bouncing your balls around and a little bit from side to side while they’re on the leash still attached to the wall. You grimace as the attention on your already sensitive but even moreso since they’ve been tied up balls is enough to try and get you hard but as is of course the case, the Chastity Cage blocks any shot at even the slightest hint of that happening.

“So… What’d you all talk about? Anything fun or exciting?” She asks, still staring at your balls as she plays around with them as if they’re her own, completely ignorant to the amount of discomfort all of her attention is giving you.

“Um… No. Not really. Just mostly them asking me about the cage and if I have any crushes or about any previous romantic experiences or whatnot. Girly stuff.” You explain. She nods, smiling.

“Good. I’m glad they went easy on you. It is still your first day after all. We can’t be too hard on you too quick can we?” She smiles innocently as she keeps playing around with your balls, lightly twisting them around, petting them, tapping on them, bouncing them around, etc. in random different directions every couple seconds.

“Um… You… Do know that my balls are leashed right? And that you have this cage on my wiener still?” You ask, as she giggles happily.

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t be playing around with your balls otherwise. Why? Too much of a turn on for you?” She finally looks up at you and looks into your eyes, as she winks. You blush a little bit and feel your spine tingle. You shiver a little bit. She giggles.

“Maybe a little bit.” You tell her honestly. She fakes a frown.

“Aw! But I’m having fun! It’s so entertaining watching these little things dance around and twitch and shake and react.” She giggles. “It’s kinda cute actually. Much more enjoyable than I was expecting a boy’s body to be.” She adds.

“Well, I mean, you are a girl, so it kinda is the point that you’re supposed to think it’s cute and hot and sexy and attractive and adorable and all that I guess naturally isn’t it?” You bring up.

“Maybe. Although most boys aren’t anywhere near as fun as you are. They’d see that their hands are free and start trying to figure out the lock combination, try and free themselves, or at the very least be trying to throw punches at me. You’re just letting me have fun and play around with you like you don’t care. That’s what makes it cute.” She tells you, smiling softly, as she keeps fondling your tied up balls.

You take a deep breath trying to calm down your racing heart rate at the feeling. The soft caresses you notice are even worse and more frustrating and annoying than the grabs in terms of teasing you. She notices this and starts going softer and softer, focusing more on petting and gentle soft touches rather than batting them around. It almost feels like she’s waving a feather around your balls as she continues playing with them softly. You keep attempting to try and take deep breaths to slow your heart rate down and keep your excitement low, but it doesn’t do much to help.

Your cock still keeps trying to break through the cage endlessly to no avail, repeatedly getting blocked and trapped by the cold hard steel preventing any growth, expansion or contact. You see her smiling, happily, excitedly, as she curiously plays around with you, refusing to touch the cage, only your exposed balls.

You try and find a question or alternative thought that might distract her enough that you can maybe get some sort of reprieve or break from the teasing. “So… You seem to like this? Have… You ever done this before?” You ask her, trying to get an idea for how experienced she is with boys.

“Nope! Never even thought about it till yesterday really. Never been in a position where I’ve even had an opportunity to even think about doing something this bold with a boy before.” She replies, slowing down her touches a little bit, but not enough to give you any sort of break or moment of peace.

“So what’s the furthest you’ve ever been with a guy?” You ask her. She chuckles a little bit.

“I saw a male swimsuit model at the beach one time. He still had a single layer of clothing on over his cock and balls. Even then, it was a photo shoot so I wasn’t even able to like say hi or anything let alone grab it or touch it. But it was pretty easy to just look down and see what he had on him.” She smiles softly.

“Do you remember anything about it?” You ask, trying to change her attention towards that guy instead of towards you, but it doesn’t really work as she keeps softly grazing your balls.

“Yeah. His balls were slightly smaller than yours are right now. And his cock was bigger than yours was before I put the cage on it. But not by much. Not like it was abnormally big or anything noticeable, and not like you’re abnormally small. Well, aside from right now of course!” She giggles slightly at her joking about you being small right now. You sigh.

“Are you seriously going to keep me like this all summer?” You ask her. She shrugs.

“Well, the balls leash is only for when I want to have fun with you. Or make sure you can’t go anywhere. Or when I need to keep you in a certain place. Where I know even if you did something stupid like tried to punch me I can just get out of reach of your balls leash and you’d bet a very painful and swift yank on your balls if you tried to lunge forward. So that’s just situational. As for your cute little cock cage… I don’t know. I’m leaning towards yes. But I haven’t fully decided. Depends on how well you behave I guess and how much correction is needed before you learn I control you.” She explains.

“What if I already know that you control me?” You tell her. She chuckles at the thought.

“Cute, but that’s not how this works. You don’t just change 19 years of life experience and completely establish a relationship dynamic in 12 hours. When I unhook you from the wall and your balls are free and you go to lie down, you’re still going to go to bed and try and jerk yourself off just out of natural habit before fall asleep thinking about how hot it is that I’m playing with your balls and all the different questions the girls were asking you and all that type of stuff.” She tells you. “It’s not about willingly submitting. You can willingly submit just to appease me and pretend and act. It’s about actual submission. When submission is your new habit. When it is natural for you to realize I am in charge. When you subconsciously know not to touch your dick because it’s mine to control. That’s what we’re going for here. You can’t build Rome in a day.” She explains.

“What if I told you I don’t jerk off out of habit at night?” You try and tell her. She giggles and shakes her head.

“You’re funny. Even if I were somehow living under a rock and believed that 19 year old boys don’t touch themselves at night and are completely pure and sweet and innocent angels, the next couple of nights while you get used to having a girl in charge are the nights out of all of them in your life before this that you would most naturally go and touch yourself because of the events that happened today. If I were to let you out of the cage now, you’d be hard as a rock, just like you tried to be when we switched you from the plastic cage to the steel cage. Fortunately Natalie was ready with the ice to make sure you didn’t get the chance.” She smiles softly.

“I mean, I’m certainly not claiming to be an angel or sweet or anything, but I mean, I would like to attempt to claim the title of innocent, pure and naive.” You try, hoping this can win you some sympathy points. At the very least she stops playing with your balls for a second as she crosses her arms and redirects her focus up towards your eyes.

“What makes you think I’d believe that?” She asks you, a more serious tone than one she’s taken with you the last few minutes.

“What would you say if I told you I’ve never jerked it off before? I know what it means, but I’ve never done it or tried it or anything.” You explain to her. She looks slightly confused, but intrigued.

“Are you saying when you go to lay down at night and go to sleep, that you don’t jerk off before you go to bed?” She asks again, fascinated by this new development to her.

“Yeah. I’ve never had a reason to before. Have you ever jerked off or whatever the girl equivalent is of that to a guy before?” You ask her. She blushes and looks down and away.

“Well, yeah! Obviously! Duh! Everyone does it! I mean, who doesn’t, right?! It’s totally natural and normal and everything to want to do those things and sometimes when you feel a certain way and your body craves it and everything and stuff-“ You chuckle.

“So you haven’t either is what I’m hearing.” You smirk a little bit. She crosses her arms and gets a pouty look on her face.

“I totally have and you have too!” She says looking away with a slight blush and her crossed arms. You chuckle.

“Who were you thinking of then, if it was a guy.” You ask trying to see how far she’s going to take this story of hers.

“I wasn’t thinking of anyone specific! It was just some image online or whatever like most people do.” She explains.

“Image? Or was it a full on video?” You ask her curious. She has to think for a second before she decides what she wants her story to be.

“It was an image and then I clicked on it on accident and it turned into a video.” She explains.

“How old were you when that happened the first time?” You ask her.

“18. It was like, a few weeks after my birthday.” She says.

“So what made you decide to look up something that would make you horny? And what compelled you to click on the video?” You ask, slightly smirking. She pouts again.

“I don’t know okay! I just heard a lot of things about fingering myself and wanted to try it okay?” She says embarrassed.

“So you just used your finger and not like an object or anything?” You ask curiously.

“What? No! And even if I did that wouldn’t be any of your business to know about!” She says panicking. You almost start to think she’s telling the truth.

“So you just randomly decided to finger yourself? Well, after 18 you would have been in the dorms right? So you were in a room with Valerie and Natalie when they watched you or heard you do it to yourself the first time? You ask skeptically. She blushes bright red.

“Well… Um… STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS! I’m in charge here not you mister! You need to behave and be a good boy and stop questioning me okay? I’ve fingered myself before because I’m over 18 and I know you’ve jerked off before too and that’s final!” She says. You chuckle and roll your eyes at her antics.

“It’s almost like you really want to think that I’ve jerked off before. What if I had? What if I jerked it to another girl before you? How would that make you feel?” You ask slightly smirking. Her face instantly turns to one of shock and horror. You successfully managed to flip the tables on ths script at least. A rare point for you in the conversation game. She looks down and away.

“Well… Um… I… Um… I dunno I guess. Maybe one of your past crushes or girlfriends or something. Or whoever your first kiss was is probably a good first place to start. Or maybe just some random girl online like I said mine was.” She explains. You quickly notice how she added the I said, instead of just leaving it as mine was. You chuckle and smirk at the small mistake. “What? What’s so funny?” She asks.

“You specifically added I said. You could have just said like mine was, but you said Like I said mine was. Indicating that you were claiming yours was different than what happened.” She blushes bright red at your observation.

“SHUT UP THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT! You’re such an idiot! That’s no fair you’re not allowed to say stuff like that and call me a liar!” She crosses her arms in frustration, grunting.

“Even when you are one and you’re being all pouty?” You chuckle.

“YEAH! I’m still the girl and you’re still the boy jut because you think you heard something that I may or may not have said doesn’t make it right or true or anything or doesn’t mean you can just assume stuff and make stuff up and everything!” She replies.

“So when you said earlier that you were going to take my first experiences away from me and make me regret choosing to be your boyfriend, what exactly did that mean?” You ask.

“You can still jerk off alone in your bedroom without ever having an experience with a girl, idiot. I didn’t mean I was going to be the first girl to jack you off if that’s what you were hoping for.” She crosses her arms defensively.

“I wasn’t hoping for anything. I haven’t had anything before this, and I don’t expect anything now. Especially from a fake girlfriend.” You tell her. She stands up upset and annoyed.

“You’re so annoying! This is why I hate boys so much you know! No expectations of your girlfriend, claiming you’ve never jerked it off before… What’s next, you’re going to say you’ve never farted around a crush before either?” She asks rhetorically.

“Well, I mean, I technically haven’t.” You add. She grumbles and walks towards the cell door. “Hey wait, I’m still attached-“ She cuts you off.

“Too bad. I’m mad at you now. I can’t believe you. You’re such a big liar and you’re being so annoying and rude! You’re such a boy! You can stay like that tonight and think about what you did.” She says as she slams the cell door closed.

You sigh, as you finally are able to fart now that she’s gone. You’re also for the first time finally able to take a deep breath and sigh and relax, even if you are stuck taking the chair she moved close to you as the only sitting space you’re going to have tonight. You sit down in the chair, thinking about how you made Emily upset with you. You didn’t mean to make her mad or upset. You just wanted to try and be honest and tell the truth. Instead she just didn’t believe you, got upset at you calling out her similar experiences and that was that. Well, at least now you know how to make her go away when you want some boy time alone to yourself if worst comes to worst. The upset feeling you get from her walking out on you is certainly far less uncomfortable than the physical feeling you were getting from her playing around with your balls.

You take a deep breath as you look down and see your balls still have the leash wrapped around them and your cock still caged with no hope of either of them going away tonight before bed. You decide to sit on the chair, close your eyes and hope for the best.