Emily Takes Control

”Okay Lucas, this is your first real test to see how obedient you’re actually going to be for me when I need you to do something you don’t want to do. This will tell me a lot about how willing you are to go through with this okay?” She says calmly, much more so than she has anything before this, which makes you a little bit worried. You don’t like that she’s trying to be all fluffy with her tone for a minute, knowing that it’s about to all change in a split second.

“I need you to take your clothes off for me.” She commands calmly. You lift an eyebrow up skeptically and tilt your head, as if you’re waiting for more instructions. “Start with that for now.” She addresses, as you take your shirt off, exposing your upper body. You’re not ripped, but you’re certainly far from chubby, you’re in good athletic shape, as should be expected from a high level football player. You’re perfectly average, leaning a little bit towards the defined and muscular side, without being a total chad. Emily watches patiently as she waits for you to take your pants off next, so you do, leaving you in just your underwear that still have the wet spots from where the earlier ice melted. Emily giggles briefly at the memory.

“Almost done. Just one more thing left. You can leave your socks on, don’t worry about that.” She says, referring to your underwear. You blush a little bit, but knowing you don’t have much choice, you put your fingers around the waistband and slowly start to remove it, fully exposing your entire body to her. She smirks slightly as she sees you in your full form for the first time.

“I’ve never seen a boy like this in person in real life before. How interesting.” She adds nonchalantly, as if she had just said the sky was blue. She quietly watches your body react to this new situation, as your wiener grows to its maximum length. She smiles as she watches it grow, seeing how the male anatomy works in real time with her own two eyes in person for the first time. “How weird, and strange.” She says, as she watches your erection start twitching. You know better than to try and cover it with your hands or touch it and do something she didn’t specifically say to do. She watches it bob and twitch for a minute, before she giggles cutely.

“Okay! I think you had your fun now. Time to make you mine, little guy.” She says, as she pulls out a little tiny piece of clear plastic. You notice it’s in the shape of your wiener, only it looks like it surrounds it and it’s NOT very long. Your erection is about five and a half inches, normal ish size for a boy your age, but this piece of plastic is only an inch, roughly about the size of what you are flaccid. Suddenly the realization dawns on you and you know what she’s about to do.

“Eek!” You jump as she applies an ice cube to your wiener again, instantly shrinking it, further confirming what you think is about to happen is what her plan is. She holds the ice cube against your wiener which is desperately fighting to stay erect, but has to constrict at the coldness of the ice being pressed against it. Once it finally gets to its smallest possible length, Emily quickly removes the ice and puts the piece of plastic around your wiener, as you watch the wiener that was just five and a half inches, now only an inch tops at most try and grow to escape the plastic prison that now surrounds it futilely.

You can no longer get an erection. You can’t get hard. You can not grow. The longest and hardest you can get is that little bit of space, that less than an inch, that the plastic cage affords it. You look up at Emily as she puts a lock on the cage to keep it secure and in place. The click of the lock echoes through the room, as she stands back and looks at her work. Your wiener locked up in a little tiny plastic prison cage. Unable to be touched. Unable to grow. Unable to do anything at all until the lock comes off and the strict boundary is removed. The only one capable of doing that- the girl that now stands in front of you smirking happily, as she watches the twitching thoroughly excited and pleased by the results. Your wiener is now hers to do with as she pleases. She not only says she has control, now she actually DOES have the control, and that is her tool and power to exercise it.