Oh, HELL, no!!

You stare at the dildo for a moment in fascinated horror. Except for its translucent, neon pink color and its size - you've never seen anything quite so big on a human, even porn actors - it seems quite realistic, right down to latex "veins" down its length and a pair of heavy, latex balls at its base. Its bulbous head wobbles menacingly at you.

You recoil from the thing, but Cassie is right behind you, almost as if in a postcoital snuggle. You miss smacking her in the nose with the back of your head only because she's resting her chin on your shoulder. You can't get any farther away from the thing, so you take hold of Cassie's wrist and push it away from you.

"Oh, HELL, no," you shout, "Just no. Never, not ever. No!!"

Cassie just giggles at you, twists her wrist out of your grasp, and brandishes the big, pink schlong at you again, waving it even closer to your face. "Whatsamatta, baby? Feeling a little ... inadequate? THIS bad boy's not getting into a size-small chastity cage, I'll tell you."

You try to push the thing away again, but she's just too quick for you. The neon prick waving in your face wobbles and shudders before you resembling, you imagine, a real penis awaiting a blowjob, but never leaves your line of sight. You close your eyes so you don't have to look at it.

"N-no," you sigh, "I'm just not interested in having a horse cock in my ass. You trying to turn me gay? That's not what I want. That's not what I asked for."

There's a moment's silence broken only by the sounds of your and Cassie's breathing, now strangely synchronized. Cassie pulls the dildo away, then strokes your side, hip to ribcage.

"What gay?" she asks, her tone suddenly somber, serious, "I don't see any gay here. I don't see any MEN here."

"Hey!"

She slaps your ass. "Any OTHER men, Chasty. I just see me tryin' to satisfy your two conflicting requests: keep you in chastity AND give you an orgasm."

You forget, for the moment, that it was Cassie's decision to make you keep your cage on if you wanted to cum; you're distracted by her feather-light fingers dancing up your inner thighs, approaching your balls. But you don't completely lose your ability to reason. "By shoving a dildo up my ass?"

She pulls away from you and rises up on one arm until you can see her looming over your prone form. "Well, I guess I could 'shove' a toilet plunger or a hammer handle up there for you, but that would probably be uncomfortable and possibly dangerous for you. Perforated bowel injuries are nothing to mess with." She's playing with your balls now and laying kisses -tongue kisses - along your neck, shoulder and side between words. It's a weirdly erotic horror story, feeling her hands and lips on you while she talks about intestinal injuries ...

"But y-you want to fuh ... fuck me in the ass with a big, pink d-dildo, right?" You curse yourself for your stuttering. Apparently the prospect of anal penetration hasn't eliminated your excitement, or even reduced it much.

If at all ...

Cassie giggles again, just momentarily, and there's once again a familiar, mischievous lilt in her voice when she answers you. "Of course I do, baby. I wanna give you that orgasm you want so much, and I want to help you stay in chastity the way you want to. How the hell else did you expect to cum with your dick in a cage, after all? The strapon," she nibbles at your ear, "can wait."

You shudder, hoping ... no, praying ... that she's joking. And you come to your decision.

"No," you say, turning to let her see you, "I'm sorry, baby, but I ... I can't do that. I'll ... wait ... until you're ready ..."

Cassie sighs and rises from the bed. Looking down at you, she cocks her head to one side, looking at you curiously. "Okay," she says, "I understand. I can even respect you for it, I guess. So we'll talk about this again in ... let's call it eighteen days."

You feel panic rising in you along with your unsatisfied lust. "Eighteen?" you ask, hating the quaver in your voice, "I thought you said twelve."

"Sure, but that was before you put me to all this trouble. Now you're going to have to go a full 30 days for me. Call it an indecision tax."

You sigh but remind yourself again that this was your idea, and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

But you're shocked out of your silence when she says, "You know this isn't going to get any easier just because you put it off, right?"

Your jaw drops. "What ... do you mean, Cassie?"

She's turned away from you now, halfway through the bedroom door, so she turns and talks over her shoulder. "I mean this is obviously a sticking point for you, a hurdle you're going to have to get over before your training can advance or even continue. So when we ... DISCUSS ... 'things' ... again, Mister Pink will be involved, too. Until you've overcome your unreasonable fears.

"But who knows? Maybe if we wait until you're horny enough, it WILL help. We'll have to see in eighteen days, won't we? Unless ... unless you want to try again now?"