The New Neighbor, part 2 (Patreon)

The New Neighbor 2

I couldn’t wait to see Kristina again, but I couldn’t figure out why. I mean, it wasn’t like she was just going to tie me to a wall every time she saw me, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about her or the way she seemed able to push buttons I didn’t even know I had. I'm not embarrassed to say that she crept into my fantasies more than once after that day. 

It was a Wednesday afternoon when I next had a chance to talk to her, I was home from work and just taking out some trash when I caught sight of her car just pulling back into the drive. I didn't have a plan for what I was going to say to her, but I knew I needed to take the opportunity.

“Kristina, hey.” I called before she walked through her front door. 

“Oh, hi Paul. How are things?” She replied, turning away from her door to face me. 

“Pretty good, thanks. I haven’t seen much of you this week. How’s uh…business?” My question got a little chuckle from her.

“Business is fine, thank you. Oh, while you’re here, do you have time to do me a small favor?” 

“Of course!” I answered, a little too quickly and way too eagerly, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“I thought you might say that. Follow me.” She said, opening her door and leading the way inside.

When we were inside her house, she led me to the bottom of her stairs, she didn’t look back to make sure I had followed her, as though she knew I wouldn’t disobey. At the bottom of the stairs, she pointed out a small chest of three drawers.

“I need these drawers carried upstairs and placed outside the spare bedroom. I can take them from there.” She stated, simply. 

The drawers weren’t all that heavy, but I can see why Kristina might have struggled to get them up the stairs by herself. She followed me as I carried them up and reached the door to what I figured would be the spare room. 

“If you open the door for me, I can carry them inside for you.” I said, stopping outside the closed door.

“No thank you. I’m currently decorating in there and it’s not quite finished. You can just set them down there.”

I bent down and placed the drawers down on the ground, but as I did, they tilted at an angle that led to the topmost drawer sliding open as I set them down. The drawer was filled with panties of all different shapes, sizes, colors and materials. 

“Oh shit. Sorry.” I said, quickly pushing the drawer closed, a little embarrassed that I had just displayed her delicates.

“Oh it’s okay, Paul. Those aren’t for me.” Kristina said with a smirk.

“Oh right, so the girls who come to you don’t bring their own underwear?” I said without thinking.

“Hahaha,” you're so innocent, it's cute." Kristina leaned in a little closer and answered me in a low voice, “those aren’t for the girls.”

“Oh….” I didn’t quite know what to say to that comment. “So you make men wear those?”

“Well yes and no. It doesn’t always take much cajoling on my part. Sometimes it’s a reward, sometimes it’s a punishment, but in short, yes. I put men into panties, I love seeing how a simple, delicate piece of fabric can render a person completely helpless. Kind of like I did with that piece of rope the other day. Are you telling me you’ve never tried a pair?”

“What? Me, no of course not. Wouldn’t that be a little weird, a guy wearing women's underwear I mean?” Her reminding of the situation with the rope and the way she talked so casually about making guys wear panties was starting to stir something in me.

“Of course not, there are lots of guys who find wearing panties thrilling. Are you telling me you’ve never been curious?” She asked.

“Yeah I guess I am, I’ve never really thought about trying on a pair of panties before.” I said, and it was true, but something about the way she talked had me questioning myself.

“Well I think you’re missing out. Here, take these.” She grabbed a pair of powder blue panties from the drawer and held them out for me.

“Oh, no I’m good, thanks.” I said, blushing.

“Oh come on, Paul. What's wrong? Scared you’ll like them too much?”

“No it’s not that it’s just…..I don’t think it’s something I’d be into.”

“Oh relax, they’re just panties. Here.” She took a step towards me and shoved the small bundle of fabric into my pants pocket before I could stop her. My cock throbbed a little as I felt her hand glide in and out of the pocket, hoping that she didn’t feel how aroused I was starting to get.

“Thanks, I said. But I don’t think I’ll be in a rush to try them on.” I said.

“Well, that’s a shame because I’m almost certain that you’ll love them. So certain that I’ll make you a little deal.” Kristina added with a calculated look in her eye.

“What deal’s that?” I asked.

“I’m planning on making a lasagna for tonight, but I always make way too much and end up throwing some of it out. You’re welcome to come over and eat with me, but only IF you wear those panties I just gave you.”

Was she serious? She really wanted me to wear panties that badly. Truth be told, I would have done anything she asked me already, especially if it meant I could spend the evening with her.

“So?” She asked again when I didn’t immediately answer her. “What’s it going to be? Put on a small pair of underwear and spend the evening in my company eating a lovely meal, or stay at home masturbating to the thought of me tying you up again?” My eyes almost bugged out of my head at that last comment. How did she know? Could she read my mind or was I just that transparent. 

I decided to try and play it cool and brush off the comment. “Well if there’s lasagna involved. You really should have led with that.” 

“Great. Then be back over here at six, you can bring the wine. Red.” 

I left shortly after that and hopped straight in my car to head to the store as red wine was not something I kept in my house and I wanted to be back and ready in time for dinner. I had a feeling Kristina was not the type to tolerate being late.

I pulled up at the nearest store and rushed inside. I found the wine rack and grabbed a bottle, it looked fancy enough, and took it to the counter to pay. I realized my mistake when I reached into my pocket for my wallet and accidentally pulled out a pair of powder blue panties.

“Oh shit.” I muttered quietly, but the guy at the counter hadn’t seen anything, I wasn’t sure about the people standing in line behind though, so it was with a rather red face that I hustled out of the store, I could have sworn I heard a giggle from somewhere as I left.

I headed home and hopped in the shower, determined to make myself presentable for the evening, but without looking like I was trying too hard…..easy, right? Why did this woman have such an effect on me?

When I was done with the shower, it was time to get dressed. I grabbed the only clean(ish) pair of jeans I had, thinking about how I had let the place go since my ex moved out.

Before I put the jeans on however, there was one more hill I needed to climb. The panties. I held them up in my hands to examine them, fascinated by the way the light bounced off the satin in front, they really did make my boxers seem boring by comparison.

The panties were a mixture of satin and lace, the front panel that hugged my crotch was all smooth satin, with a delicate little bow at the front. But the edges and most of the rear section were all lace, woven together in an intricate pattern, making most of the rear portion see through. 

“Fuck it!” I said to myself, stooping down to pull them up my legs. They were soft and smooth and seemed to glide into place as I pulled them up. They were a little tight, which meant that the satin front was snug against my package, cool to the touch. The lace in the rear crept between my cheeks, making it almost impossible to forget they were there. And to my surprise…my cock hardened.

I was tenting out the front of the panties to an obscene amount. I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the fact that the whole idea was a little taboo, maybe it was the feeling of embarrassment that was causing the response, or maybe it was simply because Kristina had told me to do it, insisted on it even. Either way, my erection was still there as I pulled on my jeans, making sure the waistband was hidden beneath them. 

—

I knocked on Kristina’s door a minute or two before six, bottle of wine in hand. I had to adjust myself in the panties as I waited for her to enter as my erection  had returned during the short walk over here. Maybe it was the anticipation of what she might think, or the fact that the satin rubbed my package as I walked.

“Ah, Paul. Right on time again.” Kristina opened the door and led me inside. I felt a small twinge of arousal as we walked past the door that I knew to contain the bondage room and into the dining room. 

Kristina didn’t say anything about the panties, or even check to make sure I was actually wearing them. Was she so certain that I’d do as she asked?

I took a seat opposite her as she served up the food and instructed me to pour the wine. I was getting used to her telling me what to do, it was actually quite refreshing to have a woman who knows what she wants. I didn’t need to worry about whether or not I was doing the right thing with Kristina, because she always told me exactly what to do. Pick me up at seven, bring the car around, bring the wine, wear these panties….I didn’t need to obsess too much over what to do or how to act.

“Thanks for the food, it’s great.” I said, digging into what was indeed a very good lasagna.

“I’m glad you like it. But this is me simply holding up my end of our deal. I trust you’re holding up your end?” 

My face reddened a little before I answered. “I am.”

“And, how do they feel?” She asked.

“Well, they’re a little tight. But otherwise not bad.” I answered.

“Come on, Paul. You should know by now that there’s no point in lying to me. So tell me what happened when you put them on.” 

She was right, I couldn’t lie to her. “Well, I got…turned on. I’m not sure why, but I was very aroused by them, and have been pretty much ever since I put them on. I guess you were right, there is something exciting about wearing them.”

“Haha, I knew it. You’ve been missing out on a lot of fun. I’m guessing your ex-girlfriend was pretty vanilla?”

I spent a little time telling her about my ex and filling her in on the breakup and everything. Kristina was very easy to talk to and seemed genuinely interested in my boring back story. When I finished telling her a few small details about our sex life, she had a disappointed look on her face.

“That is disappointing, all your submissive desires going unfulfilled like that.”

“Hey! I’m not sure I have ‘submissive desires’.” I said.

“Oh. Then why do you keep getting turned on by me?” Dammit, she had me there.

“Well, maybe it’s because I find you so attractive.” I said, trying to be casual.

“Ha, please. I’m flattered that you think I’m so attractive, but I know that my looks alone aren’t enough to make you hard, I’m not that naive. But when I asked you about spanking, or when I tied you to my wall, or even now as you sit there in a pair of girly panties because of me, I’ll bet you’re getting even harder right now, aren’t you?” Of course I was. The way she so effortlessly teased me was indeed turning me on.

“Yes. You’re right, I am getting turned on.” I admitted.

“I thought so. So tell me, Paul. Will you be masturbating in those panties when you get home tonight?” 

I was stunned at the question and how casually she was able to ask it. I took a second to think about how I would reply, but she spoke again before I could come up with an answer. “You should probably assume I already know the answer before you decide to lie to me again.”

Shit, she was reading my mind again. Of course I wasn't going to give her an honest answer to a question like that. 

“Well I guess I…..fuck it, yeah. I probably will.” I tried to answer the question in the same blunt way that she had asked, but my response was hampered by my own obvious embarrassment and red face.

“Haha, I thought you might. It's much easier to be honest with me, Paul. You never know, you might learn a few more things about yourself.”

“Oh really? So what is it that I've learned about myself so far?” I asked. 

“Well that you like wearing panties for one.” Kristina replied, matter-of-factly.

“Well I wouldn’t exactly say I like wearing them.”

“No? Because you just told me that you plan to go home and masturbate into a pair. Would you be doing that if you didn’t like wearing them?” She had a point there, but I don’t think I was ready to outright admit that I liked wearing them. 

“Okay, sure. I guess I have enjoyed wearing them, but only this once, and only because you insisted on it before this meal. It’s not like I’ll be doing it again.” I said.

“Well that’s a shame. I think you’d make a very cute sissy.” She had a mischievous smile as she said it, like she knew exactly how to tease me to get the best reactions. Why did she know how to turn me on so easily? 

We had both finished eating by now and the wine I had brought was all gone, Kristina pushed her chair back from the table. “Let me help you clear the table.” I said, standing up quickly without realizing I was still pitching a tent in my pants. 

Kristina glanced down at my crotch and smiled. “Wow, you really do like those panties, don’t you? You know I have lots more if you ever need to switch up your wardrobe.”

“Thanks, but like I said, this is just a one off.” I grabbed our plates and headed towards her kitchen with them, noticing how Kristina made no move to help me, instead she remained sitting, observing me, which made me feel as though I was under scrutiny.

“Feel free to wash those for me, Paul.” It wasn’t a direct order this time, as though she was giving me a choice of whether or not I wanted to wash her dishes. Of course she had cooked a nice meal for me, and I was still hoping for something more. “No problem.” I grabbed the dish soap which was next to the sink and began running the fawcett before going back to the dining room and grabbing the two wine glasses, Kristina watching me the whole time.

“You know you have a knack for following orders, Paul.”

“Yeah, and you seem to have a knack for giving them.” I retorted. “But I imagine that comes with the job.”

“Haha, you’re right there.”

We talked and joked for a while longer before I decided to head home. Truthfully, I would have loved to have spent longer in her company, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. 

I was standing just outside her front door as she waved me off. “Well, thanks for dinner.” 

“You’re welcome. But don’t you think you should be thanking me for something else?” I wasn’t sure what she was getting at.

“Should I? And what might that be?”

“For the gift I gave you earlier. You know, the gift you’ve been ‘enjoying’ all evening.” 

She meant the panties! Did she actually want me to thank her for them? To thank her for giving me an opportunity to embarrass myself?

“Oh, right. Thanks…I guess.” I said, albeit reluctantly.

“Thanks for what?” She had a devilish look in her eye, and it was clear she knew I would do what she wanted.

I blushed beet red as my cock hardened once again. “Thanks for the underwear.”

“The panties you mean?” 

I sighed in defeat. “Yes, the panties. Thanks for the panties! There, you happy?”

“Hahaha, not as happy as you by the looks of it. Goodnight, Paul.” She leaned towards me and once again kissed me on the cheek, I felt the place where her lips touched mine heat up and tingle. As Kristina pulled away, she whispered. “Have fun tonight.” Before winking, and closing the door.

We both knew what I would be doing as soon as I got home, so fast-forward about fifteen minutes and I’m laying in bed with one hand making its way down to slowly stroke myself through the satin of the panties I was wearing.

I’m a little embarrassed to say that we only need to fast-forward about sixty seconds to get to the part where I was filling the panties with my seed. The post orgasm clarity hit me hard that night as I realized what I had done, and how easy it had been for Kristina to essentially manipulate me into doing it. A few brief meetings with her and I was cumming into a pair of panties like a si- No!

I couldn’t think of myself like that. This was a one time deal…..

—

I spent the next couple of days trying to get the thought of those panties out of my head, was it the panties that turned me on, or was it all because of Kristina’s teasing. Maybe it was a combination of both. I didn’t see her for a couple of days, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. One night I even considered putting the panties back on, just to revisit the memories of her teasing voice, thankfully, I stopped myself. 

It was Saturday morning when I next spoke to Kristina. I was just about to do a load of laundry as I had realized I no longer had any clean shirts, or underwear even, and my work pants were all in need of a wash too. I had clearly fallen behind.

Just as I was loading up the washing machine, I heard someone knocking on my front door, so I headed up to answer it, a little surprised to see Kristina standing there.

“Morning, Paul. Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“No, not at all. Come on in.” I said, stepping aside so she could enter. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I said, brightly.

“A pleasure is it? Flattery will get you everywhere, Paul. I was wondering if you’re going to be free this afternoon. My TV is finally being delivered and could do with a tech savvy guy like yourself to help me out with the set up.” I noticed she was looking around as she spoke and wished I had kept on top of the cleaning.

“This afternoon? Sure, that will give me a little time to clean up around here.” I said, embarrassed of the mess, Kristina had only just moved in and her house was immaculate, whereas mine was clearly neglected.

“Hmm, I should think so.” Kristina said, almost to herself as she glanced around my whole downstairs area. “You really do need to clean up, don’t you.”

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been pretty busy lately. Fallen behind, you know.” I said, sheepishly, I didn't want her to think I was a slob. 

“I'm sorry, Paul. I don't mean to judge, but I know that personal hygiene declining is one of the early signs of mental health issues, be it stress, depression or anxiety. So I think you would benefit from getting this place cleaned up, walking into a nice, clean home has to be better than this, right?” 

“Yeah I guess you have a point. I'll get it cleaned up, don't worry.” 

“Fair enough, but remember you're doing this for yourself, not for me.”

“I know, maybe you're right, I have let things go lately. I guess I figured that seeing as though no one ever comes around here then….what's the point, you know?”

Kristina looked at me with a sad face when I said that, like she understood my situation more than I did. 

“Hmm, I'll tell you what. Why don’t I give you a little incentive?” Her voice slipped into a more suggestive tone at the last word  “How about another dinner on me? we can either go out again, or I'll cook, your choice.”

I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to spend more time with her. “Sure, sounds good to me.”

“But only if this place is cleaned up by two this afternoon. That's when my TV should be arriving.”

“Okay, so if it's not cleaned up to your standards by two…..”

She stepped close to me before she answered, looking me dead in the eye. “Then I get to punish you.” I think my heart almost skipped a beat at that.

“P-punish?”

“Yes, Paul. It’s a classic carrot and stick approach. But I’m going to need you to consent to the punishment first. Just so we’re both on the same page. So…..do you consent to letting me punish you however I see fit if you don’t do a good enough job?”

My head was spinning. What would she do? What would the punishment be? Spanking? Whipping? The thing with the hot wax? Needless to say, every possible outcome seemed to turn me on somehow, so it felt like a win-win for me.

“Okay. Yes, but what will the uh ‘punishment’ be?”

“Well that all depends on you. I’ll make sure the punishment fits, don’t worry. For now, I suggest you try not to worry about it too much and get to work. I’ll come over when the TV is here.” She stepped away and left without another word, leaving me staring at the space where she had been standing, so close I could still smell her perfume. 

I gave my head a shake and snapped myself out of the haze Kristina had left me in, I needed to get to work.

I spent a good hour diligently cleaning up after that, determined to impress Kristina enough to get another ‘date’ with her. It probably wasn’t a date in her eyes, but for me it was the closest thing I’d had to one in a while. I loaded up the washing machine with clothes and left it spinning while I started cleaning up as much as I could downstairs.

I was doing a pretty good job, but the thought of Kristina punishing me in some way kept popping back into my head. I would bend over to pick something up and an image of her spanking me would flash into my head. My dick was up and down like a yo-yo as I worked, almost a constant distraction. When the washer finished its first load, I emptied the clothes into the dryer and refilled the washer with another load, deciding I had a little time now to wait for the drier to finish, I headed upstairs.

I figured that if I was too horny to work, I would simply take care of the problem. I grabbed my phone and laid back on my bed, searching the term ‘Femdom’ on the internet and scanning through various videos as I slowly stroked myself. I saw a lot of videos of guys being tied up and spanked, verbally degraded, having their face smothered by large butts and boobs. All of these turned me on. I even saw one video of a latex clad dom wearing a large strap-on c0ck, clearly about to take her bound slave from behind. Did Kristina do that to people? What if she did that to me as punishment? Would I let her?

I was so turned on as thoughts of Kristina, clad in leather and wielding a whip flashed through my mind, that I must have spent more time than I intended watching the lurid videos. By the time I had ‘finished’ I heard the beep of the dryer echoing from downstairs. 

“Shit, is that the dryer cycle already?” I asked myself as I cleaned up and headed back downstairs to carry on. 

I emptied the dryer, folding the clothes into a neat(ish) pile on top of the machine before loading the newly washed clothes in and going back to my cleaning, filling trash bags with empty beer/soda cans and pizza boxes.

—

It was only a few minutes past two when Kristina came knocking on my door, I rushed to answer her.

“Hey, come on in.” I said, wondering what her judgment would be on my cleaning. I was actually pretty pleased with the job I had done, she was right that looking at my newly cleaned house was a lot less depressing than all the mess.

“Well, you seem to have been busy, this looks much better.” She said, scanning around the rooms downstairs. “Although those clothes need putting away properly, you can’t just leave them in a pile after they’ve been washed, before you know it, that pile will be touching the ceiling. Also I can see you have filled a couple of trash bags, but they’re still by the back door instead of being taken out. Other than that, it looks like you’ve done a really good job.”

“Thanks. You were definitely right about having a clean place, it will be much better coming home from work to a tidy house I guess.” Does that mean she approves of my work? She picked out a few flaws, but overall seemed happy. “So, what’s the verdict?” I asked.

“Hmm, well I can see that you have been busy, but it still looks like the surfaces haven’t been wiped, although I don’t suppose you would have had enough time for that. So what don’t you tell me, Paul? How do you think you did? Do you think you did enough to earn another dinner with me?” 

“Well…Yeah. I guess so, I mean I’ve been cleaning almost no-stop since you left this morning.”

“Almost non-stop?” Uh-oh.

“Well, yeah. I got a little distracted in the middle, but I took care of it.” I said, I hoped she wouldn’t ask me why I was so distracted, I already felt like she could read my mind.

“Oh really? And how exactly were you ‘distracted’?” She asked, slipping into a more imposing stance and tone. She was watching me intently, scanning me for any signs that I might have been lying.

“Well I uh…I was distracted by you. I couldn’t help but think of what a punishment from you might be like, and I kept getting turned on by it, so I….you know…”

“So you what, Paul? You know, I’ve told you about the fact that I work as a professional dominatrix, about me making girls lick my pussy for fun and dressing men up feminine clothes for amusement. Why is it that you can’t simply tell me that you didn’t do as you were supposed to because you were too busy masturbating like a pervert!”

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not used to being as open about sex as you are.” I said, a little defensively. “Plus it’s a little embarrassing, you know. Admitting something like that. Saying ‘Hey sorry I just got so turned on thinking about you spanking me that I had to go upstairs and jerk off’ doesn’t paint me in a good light, does it?”

“No it certainly doesn't. But, my TV is here, so your punishment will have to wait til after.”

I followed Kristina to her place after that, and found the TV had been mounted on the wall by the delivery guys, so all I really had to do was help her connect to the internet and install whatever apps she used, an easy win really.

----

“And that’s the last one. You’re all set up.” I said after she had logged into all her preferred streaming apps. “If you just click the ‘home’ button, everything comes up as a list so no need to scroll through menus and stuff.” I was definitely jealous of the TV she had bought. 

“Thanks, Paul. You’re a lifesaver, I hate getting anything new, creature of habit I suppose. But now onto the other matter. The matter of your punishment.” I think I actually gulped audibly like a cartoon character.

“So uh…what are you gonna do? I mean, what’s my punishment going to be?” 

“Follow me.” She said simply, leading the way out of the living room. I figured where we were heading before we actually got to the door of the room I had been in a while ago. Would I become a victim of the very eyebolt I had installed? How ironic that would be.

Kristina led me to the padded, black bench I had seen before, and instructed me to lie down on my back. When I was in position, she raised my hands above my head and fastened a leather restraint to my wrists, attaching them to a bar that protruded from under the bench, locking them in place above my head. She did something similar with my ankles so that I was locked to the bench, lying on my back. Does this mean a spanking was out of the question?

“Now, Paul, just to confirm, you agreed to me punishing you however I saw fit, correct?”

“Yes. I did.” Was I supposed to call her Mistress?

“Good, just so you know, this is for your own good.” Kristina then reached down to my waist and began lowering the old sweatpants I had been wearing to clean up in, revealing my very tented boxers. 

She seemed to study my boxers for a second. “Hmm, I still think you would look better in panties.” Her hand brushed against my erection as she reached slowly towards my boxer shorts, drawing the moment out deliberately. She was actually going to expose my cock.

A few moments later, my erection sprung free as the waistband slipped past the head of my dick. I watched Kristina to see how she would react to seeing me exposed like this, wondering what she thought, but she gave nothing away, she looked all business.

She turned her back on me and grabbed a wipe from a packet and proceeded to wipe down my crotch, which caused me to let out a moan as she was effectively stroking my shaft with a cleaning wipe.

Kristina let out a low chuckle at my reaction. “This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?” She said, as one hand kept stroking me slowly with the wipe.

“Mmhmm.” I tried to control my reaction but it was hard to see this as a punishment so far. 

“Hahaha, I think you’re clean enough.” She said, abruptly stopping and removing her hand, leaving me hanging close to the edge.

I let out a frustrated whine at the sudden stop. “I did tell you this was a punishment, Paul.”

“I know…but that was cruel!” I said.

“Then you’re really not going to like this next part.” Kristina grabbed a blindfold from somewhere and slipped it over my eyes so I could no longer see what she was doing. I heard a drawer opening, and the sound of metal clinking together. I suddenly felt very exposed as I realized that I was trapped here, blinded with my whole crotch region on display. It was both terrifying and extremely erotic at the same time. I was beginning to understand why people would seek out her services. 

“Hmm, this one should do.” Kristina said from somewhere off to my side. I felt a cold, metal ring slip over my erection before Kristina, with some sort of cool, slippery gel on her hand, began carefully slipping each of my balls through the tight ring. Why would she put me in a cock ring? Was she going to torture my testicles?

“So, Paul, I have an older sister who has a teenage son, and a while ago we were talking and I asked her how my nephew was doing.” I listened intently, wondering where the hell she was going with this story. “She told me that he was fine except that he was constantly avoiding or half-assing his chores so he could play videogames all day. She was getting sick of trying to get him to help out around the house, so she came up with an idea. The next time he didn’t do what he had been asked, like leaving the trash by the backdoor instead of taking it outside, she would take his game controller away from him, so he couldn’t play his videogames. A simple solution really, she removed the thing that was distracting him, and it worked a treat, all his chores are done on time now.” I was now starting to see where this was going…

“So I figured that same principle can be applied to you, except you were distracted by a different kind of ‘joystick’.” She chuckled in a cute way at her own joke. “So I’ve decided that the best punishment for you is a simple one. I’m taking away your distraction.” At those words, I felt a shocking, cold sensation engulf my entire crotch, causing me to spasm in surprise.

“Ahhh, Shit. Cold, cold, cold, cold.”

“Relax, Paul, it will be over in a second.” My dick shrivelled at the sudden application of the icepack, until my previously rampant erection was no more. “Hahahaha, oh, Paul, you should see your little guy now, not very impressive.” She snickered at what I assumed would be a very sad, small looking penis. 

I felt her shove my wilted cock into something small and tube like, followed by the click of a lock. 

“There, perfect fit.” Kristina removed my blindfold, so I could raise my head and look down at my newly imprisoned cock. “I trust you know what this is?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen them, only on the internet while I was…researching.” I said, looking at the shiny silver cage now wrapped tight around me.

“Good, then that will save me an explanation. Just so you know, this particular cage is one of the best, most secure on the market. A couple of days in that should help you learn your lesson.” She said, moving around and unlocking me from the bench.

“How long will I have to keep it on for?” I asked, feeling my cock already trying to swell at the erotic nature of the situation.

“Until I decided. Definitely not before you’ve finished with your chores. If I have some free time tomorrow I might come over and see how you’re getting on with the tidying and cleaning. It’s a shame really, I would have liked to have some company for dinner tonight. Ah well.” 

“I could still come over, keep you company?” I said, pulling my pants back into place. 

“Sorry, Paul. We had a deal and you messed up your end. I’m a lady of my word, so I guess I’ll have to spend the evening alone., while you do the same, except at least I’ll be able to masturbate I suppose, so it’s not all bad. Thanks for the help with the TV, by the way. Really appreciate it.”

Kristina dismissed me shortly after that, leaving me walking back into my house with a cage attached to my cock, unable to even get hard at the image of her masturbating, and not for lack of trying. Did she actually plan to play wit herself tonight or was she just saying that to make sure I pictured it before I left?

For some reason, the thought of Kristina having so casually locked my cock away like that was a huge turn on. She had effectively given herself the power to decide whether or not I was allowed to get hard or play with myself. It was a hell of a feeling, and I knew the longer she had control over my orgasms, the more obsessed with her I would become.

I was on a slippery slope, but the question is, do I want to get off?

End chapter 2.