Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth

... reached for her hand - she pulled away.

'I'm sorry,' I said.

'It'll take time,' she said. Her eyes were bright, but sad. Sad, but not like before. This was a different Sarah. This was a harder Sarah. This Sarah was in control.

'I want to fix this,' I said.

She held my gaze, not saying a word. She took the cage in her hand, made a fist and swallowed my cock and balls whole.

'It really is a ridiculous thing,' she said, now I could feel the pressure, the pressure of her hand rather than the cage. 'A silly thing even: a silly thing serving next to no purpose.'

She held my dicklet for a moment and moment longer. She swiped at her right eye with her free hand smearing the wetness across her cheek. She swiped at her right, not her left, her left eye remained dry.

'I'll do whatever it takes,' I said.

'I want to believe you,' she said, as her expression turned from sadness to indifference to anger and then to something else, something that I did not recognise.

She squeezed and harder and my dicklet began to stiffen. I winced, shifted, uncomfortable. She let me go.

'It'll get easier,' she said, 'You'll adjust. You'll see.'

I pulled the covers across my crotch, my chest and up to my neck, willing my cock not to harden, not now and not again. Sarah saw me squirm, laughed, but the sound was hard and with sharper edges. She leaned towards me and I thought, for a moment, that she might kiss me. But, instead, she reached out one last time, patted my ...

... dicklet as if it were a small pet, turned away.

The night shrank down to nothing and, instead of counting sheep, I tried to recall how many times the average man might expect to suffer an erection while sleeping. I counted, and, as I did so, my cock again began to harden.

The morning and Sarah woke first, showered, and returned clutching the towel against her slight body, holding it tight from beneath her arms just across the curve of her areolas. She pulled back the bedsheets with a flick of the wrist.

'Shit,' I said with a gasp, pulling my knees up to my chest.

'Present,' she said.

I blinked like a dumb animal.

'Let me see,' she said. 'Present.'

I remembered my promise to fix this. 'Whatever it takes,' that's what I'd said. And so I straightened my legs and lay flat against my back. My steel sheathed cock hardened, painful, and pressed upright.

She cupped my balls, and then raised her long finger from my taint to the cold of the steel cage.

'Good girl. Nice and smooth,' she said, 'and you better be sure to keep it that way. Because I will be checking.'

I showered, taking care to soap and clean the cage. Sarah readied herself in the bedroom.

'What's this?' I said, into the bedroom, towel wrapped around my waist.

Sarah had laid out my suit, a tie, a white cotton shirt, socks, and a red lace thong.

'Dress,' she said.

I slid open my draw to grab a pair of boxer shorts. My underwear had gone, all of it replaced with thongs, g-strings, lace ...