The day comes to an end.

Michael felt awkward all day. They didn't do anything in particular. They hung around and watched some series they had fallen behind on, but still, he felt awkward. Sarah had chosen some of the old clothes to wear and was leaning on Michael shoulder while they watched tv. Yet something fundamentally had changed in their relationship. It wasn't necessarily bad, just different. When dinner was eaten, and the episode was over, Sarah turned to Michael.

"So Michael, we should talk." He turned his head to her and shifted his body to see her better.

"How about you tell me about your day." Michael scratched his head.

"It was..." He couldn't find the words.

"Awkward?" Sarah said helpfully. Michael nodded his head. Sarah giggled softly.

"I know, but you looked so cute all day hiding your boy meat." The way she said it made Michael blush.

"See, there you go again." Sarah chuckled and Michael became even redder.

"Anyhow, let's talk about yesterday. Did you enjoy it?" The redness didn't disappear from his face as he nodded his head.

"Yeah."

"But you said one of our stop words. Was there something you didn't enjoy?" Sarah now stroking his thighs with her finger. Michael shook his head.

"No, it was just so intense, and I couldn't take it." Sarah had now moved her finger and traced his dick.

"So you just need some more training, that's what you're saying?" Michael shivered and gulped audibly at that.

"Maybe I have to tie you some more during the weeks so you can get used to being a helpless cuck." Her finger was now circling the head of his penis.

"Anything you want, darling?" Michael didn't have anything, his wildest fantasy was being played out, and even though it called for him to make some sacrifices, like access to his own penis, he found the situation so erotic. He shook his head.

"Good." Sarah changed position, so she was straddling him. Michael was breathless, watching her.

"And maybe it's time for you to really met my boyfriend." Michael followed her closely while she was sitting on top of him. She was making movements as if she was riding him. Half of Michael 's brain wanted to put his hands on her hips and guide her, but the newly developed part told him it was inappropriate. Sarah continued her offensive, moving closer and closer until the hem of her dress was grinding against his now erect penis. But she didn't stop there. Closer and closer, so Michael 's dick was squished between them. Sarah closed her eyes and threw her head back. Michael face was hovering a few inches for Sarah's ampel breasts. It was like a reverse strip dance at a strip club, except more sexual. She kept grinding and teasing. The stimulation was bringing Michael to the edge.

"Sarah I'm about... to... cum!" Sarah didn't stop. She wanted to see if she could make Michael cum from only dry humping. So she continued, and Michael couldn't hold it back anymore and squirted all over them. Sarah didn't feel it at first, but the cum seeped into her clothes, and she felt the wet stickiness on her stomach. She looked down to see Michael 's head resting on the back pillow. Eyes closed and mouth ajar. He must have really enjoyed that. She took his head in her hands and kissed him on the lips. Michael 's eyes opened, surprised.

"Thank you." Michael sounded so relieved. He must have really enjoyed the release. She kissed him again before standing up. Inspecting the damage to her ensemble, she realized that she needed to shower.

"How about you thank me with a shower?" Michael could definitely be on board with that. However, it wouldn't be that simple. Michael hadn't seen her fully naked for two weeks, and she wanted to save that for a special occasion, so she went to the table, grabbed the hood, and held it up.

"And you are to wear this." Michael didn't look so happy at this development.

"Why?"

"Because I have a plan." Sarah did have a plan. She would reintroduce the roleplay by putting him in the same position as yesterday. So first was the hood. She held out to him, and he put it on. Then she guided him to the shower, where they showered. Michael already felt the dynamic shift. Her bossiness shined throw the entire time they showered. She guided him where he should clean and none where her private spots were.

When they showered, she led him back to the living room, where he sat on the coffee table. She picked up the chastity cage and stroked his thighs.

"Ready for another two weeks, Roomie?" Michael nodded his head.

"Yes, Princess." Sarah slipped on that cage and locked it.

"There, now count to ten, and then you may get up and clean up the mess." Sarah slipped away to her own room and Michael was left alone.