Pantie show and tell.

Sorry, this one took so long. I redid it as the first try was really bad. And it had a really bad tone; this one is better, I think.

He found Sarah lounging on the couch, watching TV. Sarah had taken to dressing down when she got home, lounging around in lingerie and a luxurious sheer dressing gown with marabou trim, no doubt a gift from her "boyfriend." Michael was somewhat jealous of John, but that was what he wanted to feel inadequate, having her think less of him trying to prove her wrong. He stood there a second before Sarah noticed him.

"Oh hey, how's my little Rommie these past few days?" She knew how he had suffered the last few days, stretching himself for her. Sarah could suspect what had drawn him out from his horny den. She hadn't deleted the images from existence; she was too fond of the memories to delete them, but Michael needed to accept his position and punishment, so now they were her photos for her amusement exclusively.

"Um, it's been okay." That was a lie, but what could he say? It's been awful, and I'm a horny mess? None of them sounded good to say, and definitely not to Sarah.

Sarah was watching Michael with amusement. He was so sexy when horny and frustrated. And what she had planned for him now would surely make him more frustrated. Sarah crossed her legs and rested her arms on them.

"That's good, and let's have a little looksy at how our little clit is doing." She gestures with her hand for Michael to lower his pants. Michael felt a little embarrassed as he unzipped his pants and let them slide down his legs, revealing his cage wrapped in his panties. He had used up the normal-looking ones and had reached the more spicey ones with lace. He was wearing a cute black pair with a slight bow. The cage underneath stretched the fabric to the max, a symptom of his excited disposition.

"Aw, look at you. You look so cute in those. They really do fit you so well." Sarah looked so pleasant at him, and Michael couldn't tell if she was saying it to humiliate him or if she genuinely felt that way. Nonetheless, it heaped on the humiliation he already felt. His face turned red in embarrassment and turned him bashful. Sarah waved him over.

"Come closer." Michael inched closer until he stood right before her. She pulled on the waistband and leg openings, making a face.

"Oh, so tight; must be uncomfortable." she ran her finger up and down his bulge. "I hope you haven't ripped any." She looked up at Michael expectantly as she said it. Michael shook his head. Sarah was both pleased and disappointed. On the one hand, it would have been quite funny to have him parade a ripped pair of panties for her, but on the other hand, it fit her narrative perfectly. that his member wasn't big enough to exert enough **** to rip lacy panties. She watched him as she needled him some more.

"Good girl, taking care of my beautiful gifts, but we must remember why this happened." Sarah made a break, letting her words sink in before continuing.

"You couldn't keep that clit in your pants despite some precautions, and now..." She shifted slightly, drawing Michael's gaze away from her and onto the coffee table. On it lay several items that he had somehow missed seeing. Sarah's hand roamed across a pair of latex gloves, wet wipes, a tube of lube, the sounding kit, and a box.

"We are going to have to see to that." She picked up the latex gloves and started dawning them. Michael's chastity key lay on the table, and Sarah picked it up as she commanded.

"Pull down those cute panties, Roomie." Without looking up, she fiddled with her gloves and key. Michael did as he was told, exposing his locked-up cage to Sarah. The device was boobing up and down excitedly. Sarah looked unimpressed and businesslike as she brought the key close to the lock.

"I know this is exciting for you feeling me touch this little clitty between your legs, but this is probably the last time I will do this. When we are done with this today, you will have the perfect little..." As Sarah talked, she unlocked Michael's cage and wiped down his dick with wet wipes.

Michael lost focus on what Sarah was doing as it had been weeks since somebody else had touched his dick, which made him close his eyes in pleasure and just let himself get lost in the feeling. What Sarah said came to him as a distant call. When Sarah was done cleaning him, she picked up the lube and the larger couple of sounds, lathering them in generous amounts of lube before inserting them one after one, the last one larger than the previous.

He felt the sounds enter him, but he didn't want to lose the moment, so he focused on the pleasurable sensations, Sarah's gloved hands touching his member, the cold rush as the sound slipped in, rubbing against his sensitive walls, but then the sensation changed. Sarah gripped behind his balls hard. Not uncomfortably so, but firm. There was another sensation, cold like metal. Then another sound, but this one was more gentle, not as cold, and still pleasurable. He let her continue, hoping the stimulation would make him orgasm.