The next few days.

Things were calm for the next few days, at least as calm as it could be when one had to pleasure-**** oneself with a metal sound. Michael did as he had been told. Every morning and evening was spent performing his punishment. Of course, he wasn't allowed to do it with Sarah present per their no-nudity agreement. So he did it alone in his room, moaning loudly as the sound slowly stretched him each time.

Sarah, of course, was going to reap what she had sown. The first night and morning, she had snuck to his door and gently watched through it, but she didn't think that was worthy of her, so she had John fix some hidden cameras in Michael's room. That night, she watched on her tablet as Michael dutifully pushed himself for her, even if she wasn't watching. Their little talk had really reinvigorated his devotion to their "arrangement." She watched him, feeling her love for him. However, it was a new kind of love. A love that had morphed from their vanilla romantic, lovey-dovey to something new, more distant and raw yet still as strong in affection. She wanted Michael to long and drool over her, desperately wanting her, maybe even touching her as she showed off to him. Watching those eyes burn with passion.

Soon, Sarah wasn't even watching the tablet; her mere thoughts pushed her closer to the edge, yet she didn't push herself over the edge, instead riding the peak for a couple of minutes before stopping. She could pace herself, she thought to herself, unlike Michael. She was saving herself for John. He really was the perfect boyfriend material, and the woman who married him could enjoy his tremendous generosity. But for now, she had his full attention. They had planned a cozy date at her apartment this time, even though John had muttered something about how small she lived. Sarah had been somewhat annoyed with that comment. Sure, his mansion was large and comfortable, but it didn't have much personality. And, of course, I don't have Michael in it. She continued to touch herself lazily as her thoughts swirled, and when she looked back at the tablet, she saw Michael on the computer. She saw the blurry outline of herself from one of their old naughty pictures. Michael was rubbing his cage to the pictures, though not breaking the law of their agreement, subverting the spirit of their agreement, so she decided that was the next thing to go.

On Thursday, when Michael got home, he felt somewhat frizzeled. The last few days had been trying, at least at first, but by now, he had become used to the sound running up and down his innards and even become somewhat pleasurable. He didn't know how long Sarah would make him continue this, but the worst was over, he thought as he sat down, pulled open his pants, and booted up the computer. He had taken to watching his old pictures of Sarah at least once an evening. They were a collection scrounged together from naughty messages and play. He gently touched the fabric of the new panties that Sarah made him wear.

The first day, he had planned on going commando underneath his pants as he felt self-conscious about wearing women's underwear. But that quickly changed when he thought about how much his cage would show when not held down by anything, and he opened the underwear drawer in his closet. Of course, it couldn't be normal panties, but instead, there were frilly numbers, satin, and lace once, all the variants he would have loved to see on Sarah back in the day. He dug through the drawer until he found a par that looked pretty normal apart from the seams and large ribbon decorating it. He put them on and looked himself in the mirror, twisting and turning to see how they looked. And he had to agree that they were pretty. But that was his only par, and as the days went on, he had to choose more and more lacy ones. Today, he was wearing a par with a thick lace trim around all the holes of the fabric.

When Michael navigated to where the picture folder ought to be, he found only an empty folder. Michael's heart fluttered in a panic as he quickly searched for the missing photos and videos, but they were gone. He realized that he had lost the privilege to see Sarah's luscious body, and he sank back into the chair.

Part of him knew that it was inevitable that Sarah would remember those photos and take them away from him, but part of him cursed himself for not making copies and stashing them away. Part of him wanted to go to Sarah's bedroom and beg for the photos back, but he realized that wasn't fair. He had wanted to be denied access to Sarah, and now that she was giving him that, he shouldn't destroy that because he was a little bit inconvenienced doing what they had agreed on. Michael felt his cage underneath his pants but knew that his off-limits cock was really horny again, and he wasn't allowed to alleviate it, so he got up and walked into the living room.