My eyes open as I relive the night before, my erection growing at the thought. I reach for my phone; it’s 6:30 a.m. I should probably leave before I overstay my welcome. Quietly, I slip out from under her covers, grab my underwear, and start sliding them over my firm backside.

I hear a catcall and turn to see my queen lying in bed, naked, her legs spread, revealing her gorgeous pussy.

“You’re leaving?” she asks, her pouty lips and sad eyes drawing me in as she spreads her legs wider. “I thought you could eat my pussy before you left.”

I smile. “Oh my God, yes, my queen.”

I take a couple of steps toward her. She flips over, opens her bedside table, and says, “One thing first.”

She pulls out a large, round cage and sits up.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“I told you I’m in charge,” she replies, grabbing my hardening cock and forcing it into the cage. It hurts a little as I’m too thick for it. “Now only I can make you cum.”

She locks it, drops the key back into the bedside table, and my jaw drops in shock.

“Now eat my pussy,” Elle demands.

“Yes, my queen,” I reply.

I spread her lips, smelling my cum from the night before as I run my tongue between them, parting them to find her engorged clit. As I start to lick, her moans intensify. She grabs the back of my head, shoving my face deeper into her pussy. I close my mouth around her clit, adding suction as I flick my tongue over it as fast as I can, sliding a finger into her pussy. Her moans grow louder, and my cock strains against its confinement.

As my tongue flicks against her clit, she screams, “Mmm, yes, baby!”

She grips my hair tightly, holding my head still. “Yes, baby, yes! I’m so close! I’m so close! Oh my God!”

She yells loudly and starts to squirt all over my face. I gently tease her clit as she comes down, my face still between her legs, softly licking her pussy. She looks down at me, smiling.

“Good boy,” she says.

I come up and kiss her, rubbing my caged cock against her soaked pussy. I sit up, expecting her to undo the cage. She grabs my cock.

“Mmm, looks perfect in there, doesn’t it?” she says.

“Yes, my queen,” I reply, hoping she’ll remove it.

She sees the hope in my eyes, leans in, kisses me, and rolls out of bed. I watch her gorgeous backside as she walks away.

“Get ready. I’m taking you to breakfast,” she says.

Elle walks out, looking stunning as I pull up my pants. She smacks my backside as she passes, grabbing it and moaning. She slips into a blue sundress and asks me to zip it up. I do, running my hands down her hourglass figure.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I say.

She turns around. “Thanks,” she says, leaning in to kiss me, her breasts on full display in the dress.

We sit at breakfast, eating, when Elle asks, “How do you like your cage?”

“It’s very restricting,” I reply.

“Good. It looks really sexy,” she says. “Don’t worry, it’s your first day in one. I won’t make you wear it all day.”

She flashes an evil grin, running her foot up my pant leg, rubbing it against my caged cock.

“Oh my God, you’re bad,” I whisper.

Her smile widens as she rubs harder against my cock. I moan softly and wince from the tightness of the cage as my erection grows. She bites her lower lip, pays the check, and we walk out, kissing and hugging between our cars.

“You want to come over tonight for dinner? Maybe I’ll take you out of that cage if you’re good,” she says.

“Yes, my queen, I would love to,” I reply.

About five hours later, I receive a text from Elle: “I had a great time last night.”

“Same. I can’t wait to see you again,” I reply.

Her response: “Show me the cock.”

“Yes, my queen,” I say to myself, my cock straining against the cage. I take a picture and send it to her.

“Good boy,” she replies, then sends a video of herself in a bathtub, playing with her pussy, moaning my name. “See you at 6,” she says as the video ends.

“Oh my God, I’m so fucking horny,” I say aloud.

Time feels torturous, like I’m a teenager again, my cock hardening constantly with no relief. I go to pee and notice my cock leaking precum. I glance at the clock.

“Fuck,” I yell. “It’s only 2:30 p.m.”

At 5:30 p.m., I text her: “I’m on my way.”

She sends back a heart emoji.

I arrive at 5:55 p.m., always punctual, checking my watch. I knock on her door, and she opens it, pulls me in, and presses me against the wall. We make out, grinding against each other, moaning.

“I need you, my queen,” I whisper.

“Good,” she replies.

She grabs my hand, leads me upstairs to her kitchen, and says, “Strip down.”

“What?” I reply.

She walks toward me, grabs my full balls, and says, “You will address me as queen. I said strip.”

“Yes, my queen,” I smile, starting to undress. I take off my shirt, shoes, socks, and undo my pants, letting them fall to the ground.

She smiles. “Mmm, those too.”

“Yes, my queen,” I say, dropping my boxer briefs.

“Oh my God, your cock looks so good straining against the cage,” she says, reaching down to rub her finger against the bars.

I moan, and she moans in bliss, seeing me strain. She runs her fingernails down my balls, along my taint, to my backside. I flinch slightly.

“Oh, are you a little nervous there?” she asks.

“A little, my queen,” I reply.

“Turn around,” she demands.

I turn, and she grins. “Wow, it looks better now than earlier.”

I turn to look at her, and she spanks me.

“Did I say you could look at me?” she asks.

“No, my queen,” I reply.

“Good,” she says, playing with my backside. “Not yet,” she adds, sounding a little defeated. “Let’s eat.”

We walk to her table, me naked and caged, her in a sexy black dress accentuating her body.

“My queen, you look breathtakingly beautiful,” I say.

She smiles. “Thank you. I have a special treat for you tonight after dinner.”

As we eat, she teases my cock multiple times. “You tired of that little cage yet? Do you want me to let you out?”

“Yes, my queen,” I reply.

“Okay, come on,” she says, sounding slightly disappointed.

She escorts me upstairs. “Lie down,” she commands.

“Yes, my queen,” I reply, lying down.

She places a blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t worry.”

She grabs my right hand, and I hear a Velcro strap wrap around my wrist, then my left.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yes, my queen,” I reply.

“Good. You look so sexy,” she says. “Scoot down.”

She gets off me, and I hear her dresser open and the jingle of keys. I can’t help but smile, my cock hard and leaking.

“You’ve been a good boy for your queen,” she says.

“Yes, I have, my queen,” I respond.

“Good. Look at all that precum,” she says, undoing the lock and setting it aside. She pulls the cage off, leans down, wraps her lips around the head of my cock, and licks up the precum.

“Oh my God, my queen,” I moan.

She smiles, leans in, and kisses me, letting me taste my own precum. “You ready to eat your queen’s pussy?”

“Oh my God, please let me, my queen,” I reply.

She sits on my face, her legs under my shoulders, pressing her clit against my mouth. I move my hands to her hips, sucking on her clit, rubbing my tongue left to right as she grinds against me. Her hands grip my hair, her moans filled with lust.

“Oh my God!” she yells. “Yes, yes, I’m cumming!”

She soaks my face. “Oh my God, I fucking…” I start to say.

She leans down, licking my face and kissing me. “When you squirt on my face, my queen, it’s the best feeling.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you enjoy it. You’re very good at it,” she replies. “Have you ever worn a cock ring?”

“No, my queen,” I answer.

“Well,” she says, getting off the bed and reaching into her bedside table. She grabs a thick rubber ring, takes my hard cock, and places the band around my cock and balls. “Fuck, you look so thick.”

She wraps her lips around my cock and starts sucking.

“Oh my God, yes,” I moan.

She bobs her head with intensity, then takes my cock out of her mouth, pushes my legs up, exposing my asshole. She starts licking my balls and stroking my cock.

“Mmm, fuck, my queen, that feels so good,” I say.

Her hand, coated in spit, moves slowly down my balls, past my taint, to my hole, teasing it.

“Oh my God, my queen,” I moan.

She presses in slightly with her mouth around my cock. “Oh, fuck, my queen.”

She stops, mounts me, grabs my engorged cock, and rubs it against her soaked pussy. “Oh my God, I need this cock so bad,” she says, lowering herself onto me.

We both moan as she rides me. She leans down and kisses me, then sticks her thumb in my mouth. “Suck on it.”

“Yes, my queen,” I moan, sucking on her thumb.

She pulls her thumb out, wraps her hand around my neck, and rides me, tightening just enough to restrict a little air.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp. “I’m gonna cum, my queen.”

“Cum for your queen,” she replies.

With her permission, I release, cumming harder and longer than ever—five, six, seven spurts. She releases my neck, leans down, and kisses me.

“Thank you, my queen,” I say.