Author's note: This is a true story. I'm writing it for my girlfriend's birthday who is into BDSM as much as I am. Enjoy.
I met her on a warm day in the late fall of the pandemic. We were both masked but she drew me in for a hug anyway. It was our first date at an upscale local restaurant. I connected with her on a dating app, and though dating during CORONA is a masterclass in awkwardness, that night was smooth like her legs.
„Honey, can you come here for a moment?" I shouted.
I was sitting in the living room, I gave Jen some time to unpack and cool down after coming back from visiting her parents before I shouted for her. She walked in, wearing a summer dress.
I leaned back, "Hello, my Slavegirl" I said.
She raised an eyebrow as if she thought "oh, so we're doing this", and she knelt down, putting her hands behind her back.
„Anna! What the fuck!?" I shouted as I threw off the sheets when I woke up, surprised by the tight feeling crushing my morning wood, and seeing the metal cage locked around my tool.
"What is it, "Master"?" She hopped in through the door wearing nothing else than demon's horns, and a cute, yet mischievous smile.
"That!" I pointed at the cage, "What the hell is that and why... And how did you put that on me?