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Sun Hee Ch. 03

Try to imagine my walk home that night from Sun Hee's dorm, after having just been caged by her and then unceremoniously dismissed.

It was a long walk in the dark across campus, and that gave me a lot of time to think and a lot to think about. But in truth I really only thought about the cage that was now locked around my sex. It felt like some invisible force that simply stopped my ability to get erect. It wasn't pushing against me or crushing me or... anything. It was just a wall. And that wall was Sun Hee.

It kind of excited me what had happened. No, it definitely excited me. But it also freaked me out. How had this happened!? And who was this cute little Korean girl who could so easily coax me into this situation? Where was she taking me?

Once I got back to my dorm room alone, the spell wore off and reality started to set it. The chastity cage that Sun Hee had just locked on me didn't hurt, though it did rub and pinch a little at times, but I found myself constantly aware of it. I kept having to fighting the impulse to reach down to my crotch and adjust myself.

And it was that constant, insistent awareness of the thing that was really the problem. I couldn't stop thinking about it, which meant I couldn't think about anything else. Alone in my room I \ tried hard to distract myself but failed miserably.

My first impulse was to text Sun Hee, but she had made it pretty clear she wanted to focus on her studies. Besides, I wasn't sure how I felt about the way she had so coldly tossed me out of her room. My next thought was porn. How many hours had I spent at night in front of my laptop stroking to endless images for my pleasure? But tempting as those images were I knew they would only intensify the discomfort of my new predicament. Besides, doing so felt unfaithful to my Sun Hee, and an odd but definite effect of wearing her cage was an intense sensation of her watching over my shoulder. Somehow, I felt that my actions were no longer completely my own; I was answerable to her now and needed to work to please her.

Video games ended in similar failure. I couldn't focus for the persistent barrier between my legs, and too distracted to study myself and too horny to really enjoy anything else, I ended up flopping about the room aimlessly until I has exhausted myself enough to try going to sleep.

Even then it was many hours before I finally drifted off. Sleeping on my stomach was now out because of the chastity device, and in truth no position seemed to alleviate the buzzing in my balls or accommodate the implacable fact of the cage. Never before had I had a night with so much vigorous tossing and turning in bed, laced through with vivid dream images of Sun Hee, variously dressed and naked, calling to me, giggling at me, and crying out in pleasure. Her roommate Jin Sook, too. For some reason a dream image of her leaning over me as though leaning over a small child kept recurring. And a jumble of so many more.

Morning would feel different, I told myself. But it didn't.

It was the small details that made for interesting discoveries. A hot shower felt heavenly. The warm water soothed the chafing caused by the plastic cage, and the nagging need to cum relaxed into a feeling of calm and alertness. Using the bathroom, however, was unexpectedly awkward. The urinal was out; I had to sit down to pee. That wasn't so bad, but the communal nature of the dorm bathroom made lowering my pants to expose the cage, even in the relative privacy of a stall, feel vulnerable and potentially humiliating. I could all too vividly imagine the reaction if any of the guys in my dorm were to catch a glimpse of my "predicament." The pink lock Sun Hee had used made me all the more self-conscious, as she had predicted. The girly padlock served a vivid reminder of just who had locked my manhood.

The other thing I discovered in the morning on my way to class - perhaps not so surprising - is that the cage made me hyper aware of every woman around me. Dozens of them. Hundreds. In the warm morning sun. All going about their day, laughing and talking, with friends and without, alongside other guys and on their own. Freely and without a care.

At one point I became absolutely mesmerized by a willowy blond girl as she crossed the quad in the distance. She was wearing this incredible long skirt of some blood red cloth. The skirt was impossibly long, draping her muscular legs all the way down to the ground, obscuring even her feet, and the fabric billowed and shone with every rhythmic movement of her legs. It called to mind bedsheets being shaken in the wind. I was so entranced that I had actually stopped walking, my jaw literally open, as she crossed my path.

Hyper-aware, I was drinking in every detail, but it wasn't lust I was feeling. Well, it was, but it was a lust of a different kind. Instead of imagining what it would like to date the women I saw or, well, to fuck them, I simply felt myself awash in their beauty and power. It was a more introspective desire. A more... impotent desire. I shied away from that word, but a part of me recognized it was the right word even as I rebelled against the idea.

The words kept running like a refrain through my mind: shit, I'm caged... I'm locked... this girl is beyond me now.

***

Eager to see Sun Hee, I arrived at our Sociology class early and chose a seat near the door so I would be sure to see her when she came in. As she stepped through the door, Sun Hee seemed to look especially beautiful. I'm sure part of that was an effect of the cage I was wearing, but it was more than that. Clearly she had taken extra time with her hair and outfit this morning, and it showed. She wore one of the new tops we had picked out together and that I bought for her, a bright yellow v-neck modal shirt tailored to highlight her cleavage and a pair of impossibly tight white short shorts. Her shorts set off her long, smooth legs ending in a pair of simple high heels. But what really set off her outfit was the bright blue ribbon she wore as a choker around her neck. It made her neck look impossibly sexy and vulnerable at the same time, and drew the gaze upwards to the tempting inward curve between her breasts now made so visibly on display by her new top.

The outfit was hardly slutty, elegant more than anything, but it marked a pronounced shift from the usual way she dressed. And it was definitely going to be earning her some extra attention. She looked stunning.

The flush of happiness I felt when I saw that her eyes were scanning to room to find me, too, filled me with a reassuring sense of well being. Our eyes met, and Sun Hee's wide mouth opened into a natural smile. She seemed a bit shy, anxious perhaps about how I was feeling after what happened the night before. But seeing my eager smile seemed to put her mind at ease. It felt good to see her.

She didn't sit with me though. She never did. Serious about her classes, Sun Hee didn't want distractions while she took notes and paid careful attention to the lecture. Instead, she gave me a quick wave and walked past toward the front of the room.

I followed her hips longingly, all too aware of the cage around my cock. It all seemed so wild and unreal. This girl had locked me in a chastity cage! This shy, unassuming, beautiful girl - who, until recently, most people glanced over without noticing because of her studious manner and reserved demeanor - had put a cage on me and taken total control of my manhood. I was hers!

But she didn't seem so shy today. There seemed to be an extra sway to her hips, and she bore herself with a confidence I wasn't used to seeing in her. She waved an uncharacteristically animated hello to one of her Korean friends, and waved again to someone off to the side I didn't recognize, a guy, then took her seat. Her tight little butt perched delicately in her chair and her back stood straight.

She may have sat four rows up so as not to be distracted, but I can tell you that didn't work for me. I was hopelessly distracted the entire class. I found myself staring at her, watching every idle move of her fingers through her hair and every shift of her hips as she crossed and recrossed her long legs. The more I watched her, the more the low buzzing sensation in my nether region grew and spread throughout my body. The constant stimulation - or rather, absence of stimulation - made it hard to sit still.

I tried really hard to focus on the lecture, to give myself a rest from this constant state of arousal if nothing else, and for a time I thought I was succeeding. Twenty minutes passed, but the lecture was only a dull rumble in the corner of my mind. It was that buzzing that I was really listening to as I continued to stare at the back of Sun Hee's head.

Abruptly, my reverie was disrupted by the suddenly shuffling and standing of the end of class, and a shadow stood over me. It was Sun Hee! I felt a little embarrassed how happy that made me!

She leaned close, her body almost but not quite touching mine, and she whispered into my ear, "I locked your cock last night!" She said it with joy.

Hearing it made me blush, as did feeling her tiny hand reach down surreptitiously to feel the cage in my pants. It was like she had pushed a button, and my cock instantly leapt erect. Or tried to - but of course it couldn't. I was blocked.

"Yes, you did," I grinned back.

"I like it!" she squealed.

I don't know what I expected in her behavior, but I didn't expect this. I didn't expect Sun Hee squealing like a kid in a candy store with a self-satisfied grin pasted across her face. She fairly bounced up and down, and her little display of excitement had the whole class looking back in our direction as they shuffled out of the room. I reddened under so many pairs of eyes, but of course they could have no idea why Sun Hee was giggling.

I was so in love with this girl she pretty much already ruled me, but now with her cage locked around my cock, she had to know it. The mysterious smile on her face told me I might be in for trouble. She took my hand and held on fiercely as we walked out the door, and I felt my own fierce pride to be with this sexy little girl. Sure, she had locked me, but that just meant she liked me enough to want that control.

At least two different guys not-so-subtly checked her out as they moved past, one even leaning in so he could get a good look at the curve of Sun Hee's exposed breasts, but mostly it just amused me. Don't they know she has a boyfriend? She was mine; and very literally I was hers. I shook my head and snorted. They didn't have a chance. Not that I could blame them for looking - her new outfit was very definitely eye-catching. And she wore it well with a new level of confidence and self-assertion.

But when that tall guy called out to her from down the hall. Sebastian.

"Oh, hey," she called back. "Good class, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," the guy replied. "And hey, here are your notes back. Thanks for letting me borrow them." Several inches taller than me and well dressed in a casual blazer and shirt, he towered above her in a way that made her seem petite and girlish in comparison. When did he borrow her notes?

"Sure thing," Sun Hee said, fumbling for the folder in his hands. "Oh, do you know my friend here?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sebastian glanced my way, and we exchanged awkward pleasantries.

Even as she held my hand, her use of the word "friend" rather than "boyfriend" didn't escape my notice. It stung, but it also made me aware of the cage around my cock in a way that was surprisingly exciting. In fact, even as she held onto my hand the whole time, her attention was on him, and she made no secret of letting him enjoy a look down her new top.

It was like Sun Hee was communicated some kind of secret. She wanted him to see we were together but at the same time wanted him to see her - and to enjoy her.

Her grip tightened on me as he gazed down at her. There was definitely a charge between them as they flirted, I felt the energy between them, and then, as he took his leave, he pulled her in for a hug. Only then did Sun Hee release my hand, forcing me reluctantly to let go, as she leaned into him and slipped her arm around his waist to say goodbye.

Numb, I struggled to understand my own feelings. She had teased me about him when she locked me, and now she leaning into him right in front of me, her breasts pressing against his broad chest. I felt jealous - but intensely helpless. And strangely, more than anything, I found myself focused on her feelings. I felt glad she was enjoying this and weirdly proud that she had gained his attention. It was a shock to discover that having my genitals under her lock and key could have this kind of effect.

Once he walked away, Sun Hee turned and shot me a defiant look. "I bet I know what you were thinking about," she smirked while biting her lip.

She was right, of course. Unbidden, the image pushed into my mind of her lifting her dress to flash her pussy, but this time, she was lifting her dress for him. My cock seemed to shrivel inside its cage even as I grew more aroused.

I wanted to pounce on her right then and there, and drag her back to my room for some privacy, and judging from the look in her eyes, Sun Hee wanted that, too.

"Come on, baby, let's skip your next class and go back to my dorm," I begged. Then I leaned in and whispered, "I want to lick your pussy so bad right now!"

"Mmm, I like that," Sun Hee exclaimed. "But I can't."

Still, ever the studious and responsible girl, she clearly looked tempted, and I think I might have actually persuaded her. Except right then I heard a high, accented voice call from behind us, "Sun Hee, there you are!" It was her Korean roommate and two of her friends.

Her roommate Jin Sook especially intimated me. She was gangnam, which is to say she came from money, and she let people know it. Where Sun Hee was petite and busty, shy but with a warm enthusiasm that earned her the nickname "Sunny" from her American friends who sounded out the two syllables of her first name "Sun Hee," Jin Sook Lee kept herself aloof. She was tall and willowy, with small breasts but striking features. She always dressed in a carefully matching outfit and today carried an expensive purse by some designer I had never heard of.

Needless to say, she did not approve of me at all.

So when I heard her call out to Sun Hee, I felt even more painfully aware of the chastity cage, and I knew any chance to lure my girlfriend away was gone.

Reserved about public displays of affection, Sun Hee immediately dropped my hand and greeted her friends in rapid Korean. The three of them gathered around and traded conversation I couldn't follow, giggling and gesturing about something. I found it a little rude when her friends spoke in Korean in front of me like this, but I was used to it. Plus, I was in no position to argue.

Ignored, I ventured putting my arm around Sun Hee is a side hug. I guess I wanted to reassert my claim in some way, but Sun Hee just pulled away. When I reached for her again, she batted my arm to the side like she would a misbehaving puppy. But at least that got her attention.

Sun Hee looked at me pointedly with an annoyed smile and batted her eyelashes, slowly and deliberately. Her eyes were one of her best features: large and expressive, with a sexy little cat's eye drawn on with eyeliner. In a mock-serious voice she said, "Look, I know you're struggling with that little... predicament you're in, but that's not really my problem, now is it?"

"I..." Coded as it was, her message was clear, and hearing her speak that way made the persistent feeling of arousal even more intense. She had my cock pushing against its cage. Painfully so. And being reminded of how I was under her lock and key - scolded, really - in front of her Korean friends made it a million times worse.

Jin Sook eyed me in a way that made me squirm, and it was almost as if, somehow, she knew. I felt small in front of her, and in front of Sun Hee, and smaller still when I heard the other girls tittering among themselves. I could only imagine what Jin Sook would think if she knew about the chastity cage my girlfriend had used to take control of my manhood.

I don't know why, but that only seemed to intensify my arousal. If fact, while before I had been awkwardly covering my crotch with my books, I found myself deliberately pulling my hands to the side under Jin Sook's gaze, even as I worried the outline of the cage might after all be visible. It was like I wanted her to know.

Sun Hee gave me a strange look, as if reading the thoughts in my mind.

Surprisingly, I wasn't mad at Sun Hee for embarrassing me, I kind of liked it, and she seemed to know it. Still acting like she was talking about something else, she continued, "I know you're feeling a bit... constrained right now. But really it's your own fault."

Then she switched to Korean, and the other girls burst out laughing. I told myself it wasn't me they were laughing at - it wasn't! - but my face turned intensely red.

"Baby, I have to get to class," Sun Hee said. "I would tell you to be a good boy while I'm gone," she scolded and patted my bottom. "But I guess I don't have to worry about that now, do I?" Clearly she enjoyed both baffling her friends and tormenting me in front of them.

This time they were laughing at me as the group of girls turned and left me behind, skirts swaying around their hips.

***

It was late in the afternoon after many distracted hours trying to study in my room that I heard a faint knock at the door. My roommate was home, and I heard the tread of his feet as he crossed the floor to answer. It was Sun Hee's voice. I heard her saying something to my roommate, and I kept expecting her to appear in my doorway. She always came right in.

But this time moments turned to minutes, and she was still out there with my roommate. I heard them still talking in the outer room, unintelligible but animated. What was she doing out there?

A tingling sense of dread and anticipation brought me to the door. I peeked through, unobserved. There was Sun Hee in her gloriously sexy outfit, her perky tits straining against the yellow fabric of her top and her legs impossibly long in those high-waisted shorts. And there was my roommate standing near her. Close enough to be pushing the bounds of propriety.

She was sitting casually against the arm of the sofa with her chin raised, exposing her long neck, and above her, my roommate seemed to be inspecting the ribbon she wore there.

"See, it's just a simple ribbon," I heard her say. Her hand brushed the side of her neck to indicate the band around her delicate throat.

"Looks nice," he said.

My roommate and I got along pretty well. He was a nice guy, and he had commented several times how lucky I was to be dating such a cute girl, saying he wished he had seen her first. He had even prodded me for details, and I'm embarrassed to admit I lied about getting into Sun Hee's pants and described for him how tight and eager her pussy was. It was a stupid thing to say, but he was the kind of guy who bagged a girl on the first date so I knew he wouldn't understand. And I certainly wasn't sure how I felt about him ogling my girlfriend this way. He didn't care about the ribbon; it was pretty obvious where his gaze was really drawn, and Sun Hee had to know it, too. His eyes were hungrily tracing their way along the delicate length of her exposed throat down into the deep cleavage of my girl's tits.

Not only was it obvious Sun Hee knew but, judging by the way her chest heaved and her fingers lingered at her throat, it seemed to excite her. Her tits looked like they might pop out of her tight top.

Just as I was about to interrupt things, feeling a little angry, Sun Hee saw me peeking through my door, and her face lit up.
"Hey, baby!" she called. My roommate casually pulled away as though nothing had happened, and in fact, maybe it had all just been innocent.

Feeling defensive, I pulled her into my room and closed the door, greedy to finally have her alone again. The moment the door closed I was attacking my little Sun Hee. I fell to my knees and started kissing down her body, lifting the hem of her top to kiss her flat stomach and then plunging between her legs to devour her pussy through her shorts. The hunger of my response surprised even me.

"Wow, baby," Sun Hee laughed. "Somebody is really eager to see me." She held her hand on the top of my head to steady herself and let herself squirm in pleasure.

But it wasn't enough. My fingers fumbled at her buttons, hungry to tear her shorts off her. I needed her pussy. Being locked in this cage had been making me think about her pussy all morning. Moving quick and rough, I shucked off her clothes until her shorts and thong lay pooled around her high heels.

The smell of Sun Hee's wet sex immediately filled the room, and I inhaled the heat coming from her pussy. She was as aroused as I was.

She looked down at me with big, watery eyes - "fuck me" eyes - as I leaned in to kiss her little cunt. Her body quivered under the touch of my lips, and she let out a gasp. Still on my knees, I nuzzled deeper between her legs, my nose nudging against the hood of her clit. She was so wet, and I needed the taste of her on my tongue.

I dove in. Hungry and eager. Being on my knees with her standing before me, the angle was bad and it was difficult to really get my tongue up inside her, but what she lost from that I made up for in enthusiasm. Hearing her little gasps and moans above me was music in my ears.

"Yes, baby," Sun Hee urged. "Lick me... lick me..."

The way her hand on my head pulled me toward her felt right, and in my submissive haze I wanted her to be rougher still. Pull me harder, really grind my face up into her pussy.

But soon the awkwardness of trying to get her off in the middle of the floor got the better of us, and we tumbled together into the bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other as we cuddled.

"Wow, somebody is really happy to see me," Sun Hee giggled.

"Well, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you locked me in this cage," I said playfully.

That earned a big, long kiss. "Mmm," she said. "I like that. I like that a lot."

We held each other for a while, even dozing a bit, and despite the still-persistent buzz between my legs I felt at peace. It felt so good pressing up against this girl and smelling her skin, and however much the last few days had been a rollercoaster of excitement and hurt feelings, it just felt right being with her.

After some time, Sun Hee lifted her head and pierced me with her eyes. "I want to see my new toy," she said, her voice husky with desire. Just like that she popped up to her knees and was tearing at my fly. Soon she had my pants and underwear bunched down around my ankles, and she was leaning over my exposed crotch, inspecting my cage.

"Wow!" she said as she tapped her nail against the clear plastic. "You're really locked in there, aren't you?"

I laughed, marveling at how naked and vulnerable I felt in front of her with my pants down around my ankles. "Well, yes, Sun Hee, what did you expect?"

She giggled and smiled. "I know, it's just crazy to see the cage on you. I mean, I know I put it on you, but it feels really intense to actually see it on you! I guess you really are trapped in there."

She tapped again on the plastic and ran her fingers along the smooth curve of the cage. The cognitive dissonance for me was crazy and confusing: here she was running her hand along my cock and yet I felt nothing. Nothing! Just the faintest hint of pressure. That made the sudden moments when her finger passed along the vents especially intense. My whole body bucked and trembled from the sudden, fleeting, and deeply unsatisfying heat of her finger as she briefly touched the parts of my skin pressing through the holes.

Sun Hee noticed the reaction, which brought a smile to her face. She leaned down for a closer inspection, her face just inches away as she studied her handiwork from every angle. It was a curiously intense experience. Once or twice I've been lucky enough to have a girl this close to my penis for a brief blowjob, but I've never had a girl this close just to study my junk. I felt intensely vulnerable in a way I couldn't explain.

Sun Hee, however, was intensely fascinated. "It looks so cute and little!" she exclaimed.

"Baby, you know it's kind of embarrassing to be called that." Stretched out on my back on the bed, I felt deeply submissive under her inspection, so it was hard for me to speak up.

Sun Hee looked up surprised. She seemed genuinely not to understand at first. "You mean 'little'? But it is." She tapped the plastic fondly. "In its little cage he does look little."

I groaned hearing her say it again, and then she shot me a look that was knowingly naughty. "What?" she asked playfully. "You don't want to be little?" She smiled up at me as her hand cupped the cage and shook it side to side.

God, why did it turn me on to hear her say such things?

She gently blew warm air against the cage and delighted at the way my hips thrust up toward her helplessly. She blew again, and again my hips shook and trembled. It was like a reflex action, beyond conscious control. She clearly enjoyed toying with me.

"What does it feel like?" she asked. Her voice was suddenly quiet, and Sun Hee pulled her knee up under her chin as she looked at me.

I told her. I shared everything, every detail of what I had experienced since she locked me the night before, and Sun Hee listened with rapt attention. She was fascinated by how horny her cage had made me, and loved the way it made me think about her constantly.

"I really like knowing I have this control over you, baby," she said while lovingly caressing the curves of my cage.

I told her, too, about some of the unexpected realities. Hearing how I struggled to slept earned her sympathy, but she seemed genuinely curious hearing about how good it felt to clean the cage in the shower and how I now had to sit down to pee and how emasculating that felt.

"I guess I had never really thought about that," she said. "But it's ok? It doesn't hurt too much?"

"No," I assured her. "It feels strange, and it's frustrating, but I like wearing your cage."

"I'm not being too cruel?"

"No, I like you cruel." Strangely, it was true, even as I was learning just how dangerous it might be to tell her this.

Sun Hee looked thoughtful and quiet. Her hand idly played with the pink lock around the cage, tapping it against the plastic shell. When she spoke, she sounded strangely quiet, like she was confessing a secret. "I like being cruel."

The calmness of her voice as she said it sent a chill down my back, but also made my face flush with heat.

Then Sun Hee nuzzled closer and kissed me deeply. Suddenly the cute and sweet girl I first met was back again. I pulled her closer into my arms.

After a time I pulled back and asked, "What about you?"

"What do you mean? What about me?"

I gave Sun Hee a significant look, moving my eyes up and down her body. She was naked from the waist down, but she still had on her revealing new yellow top and that bright blue ribbon around her neck. She blushed a little under my gaze, and I have to say it felt good to turn the tables a little.

"You look a little... dressed up today," I remarked. "And if I'm not mistaken you seem to enjoy the attention you're getting."

Sun Hee shyly turned her head to the side, but she didn't deny it. "I guess so... I mean, yeah, I like it." Her hand moved to breasts, and her fingers traced along the inward curve of her large, perky tits. I don't think she was conscious of how she was touching herself.

Staring off into space, she said, "I like the way it feels knowing guys find me sexy. Does that make me bad?" Sun Hee sounded thoughtful, as if she were talking to herself more than really asking my opinion.

I hung on every word. Infatuated as I was with this girl, I wanted so much to understand her.

Feeling my eyes on her, Sun Hee turned back my way and started idly caressing the plastic of my cage again. "I guess if I'm honest, when I saw Sebastian coming over to talk to me this morning, I felt horny. I was excited to see him. I didn't mean to ignore you, I just was really caught up in the moment." She tapped on the cage thoughtfully. "And I guess having locked you in this cage gave me the confidence and the... permission... to flirt. I felt so alive and in charge!"

The heat from between her legs intensified as she relived the moment. It was intense to hear her confess this sexual feeling for another man, but strangely I didn't feel as jealous as when she had brought it up in the past. Maybe it was an effect of the cage. Or maybe it was because I could feel her arousal palpable in the room, like I was part of it, too.

My hand moved to the V behind her legs. I could feel her heat against my skin. Her legs parted for me, and I found her wetness. Her pussy was swollen and soaking as my fingers gently probed inside.

"So you noticed him staring at your tits?" I was almost afraid of her answer even as our shared arousal compelled me to ask. I wanted it.

"Yes!" Sun Hee gushed. Her legs clamped around me, and her hips pressed forward rhythmically. Her eyes closed, she seemed to be urging me deeper. I knew without question she was thinking about him, but that made it even hotter to be pushing my fingers deeper inside her.

"Tell me how it feels?" I urged.

I meant how it felt having my fingers inside her, but Sun Hee took it the other way. "It feels vulnerable when he's looking at me. I feel so... exposed with so much of my cleavage showing like this. And I feel so..." She paused and looked at me as she chose the right word. "... open."

She seemed to be pleading with me with her eyes, which were heavy-lidded with desire. "Honestly, if he had tried to kiss me, I don't know if I would have stopped him."

This confession opened a silence between us, neither of us sure what to say.

"Are you mad?" She clearly meant the question to sound defiant, but there was a vulnerable look in her face.

"No." Strangely, I wasn't. Part of me felt hurt and small because of what she said, but I genuinely appreciated that she was honest. That was what felt so magical between us: we talked honestly and shared. I felt like I knew her. And I wanted her to be happy.

Sun Hee held my eyes for a long time, then smiled. Something of her mischievousness returned. "I didn't think so. Judging by the way you were spying on me with your roommate, I think you liked it."

"Wait, what?" I sputtered. "You saw?"

Sun Hee nodded matter of factly. My face reddened; I should have known.

"Yes, I saw," she said, looking smug. "And you liked it."

"I..."

"Why else did you wait so long before interrupting us?" Her tone suggested she knew she had my number.

Flustered, my mind searched for excuses, but Sun Hee leaned down and looked straight at me with an aura of command. "Admit it!" she insisted. "You liked him looking at me?"

"Yes..." Did I?

Not yet satisfied, Sun Hee pressed her advantage. "And you liked me flirting with him?"

"Yes..." I breathed.

Smiling, Sun Hee lifted her leg to straddle me and then lowered herself until her body was only inches above mine. My body yearned to feel her against me and the heat from her pussy was like a siren song for my poor trapped manhood, but she held me pinned. She looked down at me with a calm smile, both loving and cruel.

"I want to hear you say the words," she insisted.

"What?" I knew exactly what she was asking, and some part of me wanted to say it. But I was afraid.

She kissed me gently and repeated herself. "I want to hear you say the words."

I groaned and gave in. "I liked it, baby. I liked you flirting with my roommate."

Sun Hee smiled, triumphant. It had nothing to do with my roommate, at least I think it didn't, it was about making me say it.

She tilted back her head, exposing her long neck. "And you wanted him to touch my ribbon?"

I gasped and my poor cock pushed hard against the cage. What she was describing was so innocent and yet seemed so shockingly sexual. "Yes..." I breathed. "I want him to have your ribbon."

Somewhere in the sexual fog of my brain, I realized I had changed the wording. Sun Hee seemed to notice, too.

She arched her shoulders back and leaned forward, giving me a generous view down her cleavage. My mouth watered seeing her nipples poke against the fabric of her top. She clearly enjoyed the attention she was getting, and the power she had over me. She wanted to feel more of that power. Her hands moved to the hem of her top, ready to take it off, but she held there, biting her lip, and pinning me with her gaze. Sun Hee knew how badly I wanted her to show me her tits, but she was going to make me beg for it.

So I begged. "Please..."

Savoring her victory, she quickly shrugged the top over her shoulders and popped the clasp of her bra so that her large pert breasts suddenly sprang into view above me. Large and full, looking especially big on her tiny frame, her breasts stood out proudly, her skin like golden honey. Her nipples, only slightly darker, were hard and erect. God, she was sexy.

Sun Hee clearly knew the effect her breasts were having, and she wanted to see how far she could push me. "Do you think he'll like my tits?"

She shook them a little, making them bounce side to side.

Sun Hee asked the question playfully, and somehow the answer just popped out of me. "God, yes."

"Should I show him? Should I show him my tits?"

"Baby!"

Sun Hee giggled, then she did something that really rocked my world. She shifted her hips down toward mine, and the sudden heat and wetness of her pussy against my cock, caged or not, sent a spark of lightning through me. I gasped out loud and my arms wrapped around her naked body, pulling her to me, as my hips quivered and thrust up against her.

My actions were reflexive yet hopeless. I should have been able to thrust up inside her with ease. After all nature pairs us with the deeply wired ability for a cock to find its way into an available pussy, and her pussy was definitely wet and available. But instead, with that pesky plastic cage locked around me all I could do was push blindly and helplessly against her, feeling her heat but nothing more.

I have never - never - felt as frustrated and helpless as at that moment. And it made Sun Hee burst into gleeful laughter as she wiggled her way down my body. At first I felt disappointed she was moving; the heat of her pussy, as frustrating as it was, felt astonishing. But then she stopped with her mouth even with my cock.

Her eyes held mine as she looked up at me from classic blowjob position. Nestled on her knees between my legs, Sun Hee leaned over my cock with her mouth hovering only inches away. My heart pounded faster, and my pulse raced in my ears. The sexual charge between us was agonizing. My sweet, sweet girlfriend - the Korean girl who seemed so innocent and shy that only days ago I worried she wasn't ready for sex - was now teasing with her blowjob lips ready to wrap wet and warm around my desperately eager cock.

Except for that damn cage!

"Oh my god, baby," I moaned. "You have no idea what that does to me."

"Oh yeah?" she asked playfully. "Tell me."

"God, I just want to feel your lips around me, baby... please..." I felt so turned on I worried my cock might break the plastic, and it was starting to hurt.

"Like this?" Sun Hee asked, and wrapping her lips around the plastic of the cage, she lowered her mouth around me.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I let out a long, agonized groan. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Sun Hee's lips wrapped around me looked unbelievably sexy. Lewd even. This cute and innocent-seeming girl was fulfilling my dream of a blowjob.

"Baby..." I panted. "... baby..."

Slowly, sensuously, while keeping eye contact, Sun Hee sucked me into her mouth again, and this time I felt her tongue brush along my exposed balls.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Sun Hee asked. She wasn't teasing; she genuinely wanted to know.

"Yes," I assured her. "So good. But it also hurts." She felt it too, the painful way my penis strained under her touch. "Please... please, take the cage off... Just for a little."

Sun Hee listened thoughtfully. "I'll unlock you. But you absolutely are not allowed to cum," she scolded. In truth, I think the only reason she agreed was she wanted to watch me get hard. She twisted aside to where she had piled her things and pulled out the key. With a little click, I was finally free.

I expected my cock to immediately explode into erection, and by the look on her face, Sun Hee did, too. But instead, my dick kind of flopped out, as if shy after being locked so long. I almost started to worry something might be wrong, but then with just the barest touch of Sun Hee's hand, I felt the blood start to rush into my dick, and it moments, my cock was pointing angrily up at the ceiling.

Sun Hee moaned appreciatively. "Mmm, I like watching that." She leaned down so she could watch closely as I twitched and strained. "I've never gotten to have control over a guy before. In Korea, guys just take what they want and expect me to accommodate them. But now, what matters is what I want. It makes me so hot to see you suffer for me, baby."

"Please," I begged and flexed my hips, making my angry cock poke toward her. "Please... I want to feel your mouth."

But she brusquely pulled away. "No, no, you haven't earned that yet. Besides, what did we say about not cumming?" Sun Hee shook her head, but instead gently stroked her hand along the rigid length of my shaft. Kneeling primly between my legs, Sun Hee would have looked almost angelic, if not for the way her naked body oozed sexual desire. Wearing nothing but that delicate blue ribbon around her neck only amplified the effect.

"Don't you dare cum," Sun Hee commanded.

I'm honestly not sure my cock had ever been this erect before. The shaft pushed upright into the air, tall and eager, desperate for more of her sweet touch, quivering with need and excitement. I actually felt rather proud of how big I looked.

"Don't you dare cum," she repeated, while at the same time rubbing her finger gently around the sensitive rubbery rim of my cockhead, a sheen of pre-cum draped between me and her finger. "If you do cum, it won't be two more days - but two more weeks - before I let you out of that cage!"

I took her at her word. Part of me felt a weird, self-destructive impulse to cum anyway. The image of me spurting helplessly all over myself, defeated, was strangely compelling. But fortunately better sense prevailed. I clenched down hard on my p.c. muscle, struggling to hold back.

She kept teasing my sensitive head just a little as I struggled to regain control. She wrapped her fingers loosely around me and traced upwards, as though coaxing up my cum, until a single, perfect drop of thick white semen beaded at the top of my cock.

"Mmm," Sun Hee murmured as she delicately dipped her finger tip in that bead of cum and then - slowly, daintily - lifted it up to her wet lips.

"Oh, god," I gasped. "You are such a cruel little tease." I said it with a smile. As cruel as she was, her teasing was driving me wild.

"You claim I am being cruel, but really you are the one being selfish, you know," she said in a stern voice. Her finger tapped the head of my quivering cock to emphasize each word.

"What!?" I exclaimed, genuinely confounded.
"I have needs, too," she pouted. "It must be hard for you being locked up, and believe me, I do rather enjoy it." She nosed toward me, almost... almost... almost touching her lips to the precum pooling at my urethra. "BUT I'm not getting fucked either."

Sun Hee leaned upright, her hands on her hips and her breasts proudly standing from her chest. I gaped at her, slow to understand.

"I'm not getting fucked either. Did you think of that?"

No. I mean, yes. Shit, I guess I hadn't really thought about. As much as I thought I was focused on her needs, somehow I just hadn't registered how badly she must need to get fucked. And with the sex drive Sun Hee had...

Thinking this was what she was asking for, I started to move down to lick her pussy, but Sun Hee stopped me and pushed me away.

"No, baby, not tonight. It's just not the same as having a cock inside me."

***

Dance music was pounding, and strobes and lights pulsed with energy and excitement. Around us a crush of arms and legs and hips danced a high-energy rhythm, with faces flaring into being in flashes of bright lights before being swallowed again by the pounding darkness. Sun Hee was positively glowing with excitement, alive with an ecstatic energy that sparkled in her eyes with each flash of the strobe.

It was Friday night and Sun Hee and I were out with her friends at a nightclub. To my very great surprise, she loved dancing, and she had been giddy with excitement the whole night. My shy, reserved little love couldn't help herself once the music started her moving. While she struggled to feel at ease in social situations, for whatever reason she could really let herself go on the dance floor. And wow did she let go. Her long black hair flailed about her like a mad woman as she shook her narrow hips and moved herself in complex, fluid rhythms. She wasn't necessarily the best out there on the dance floor, but she wasn't bad either. Far better than me. What mattered was that her enthusiasm was contagious, and I was quite happily doing my best to keep up with her.

Let me tell you, she looked sexy as hell. She wore the dress I had bought for her as a special gift, and it looked great on her. The bright green of her dress made a striking contrast against her long black hair as it bounced and fell around her shoulders, and the white band around the collar, sleeves and hem turned out to have some kind of glow-in-the-dark quality, turning neon in the black light - making a perfect outline of her perfect little body in the darkness. And when the strobes flashed she treated everyone around with a generous helping of her pert cleavage.

Sun Hee's growing comfort with Western-style standards of dress definitely didn't have me complaining.

She was delirious with energy, and I was riding high, too. Despite the constant sexual frustration of being caged, or maybe because of it, I never felt happier with Sun Hee. Of course, it also made me pretty darn happy that today was day three of my chastity sentence. Tonight, when we went home together, Sun Hee was finally going to unlock me, and I was very, very excited about finally getting my hands on her the way I deserved. Watching her tight little body move so sinuously was giving me delicious ideas about what the night had in store.

When the song ended, as if reading each other's minds we took a break together and returned to the tables. Her friends had a perfect set-up, right by the edge of the dance floor. Exhausted, I flopped down into one of the high chairs and gulped my beer while Sun Hee scurried up to her girlfriends.

This was one of the first real social hangouts with her group of Korean friends, and while I was feeling awkward and apprehensive, so far things seemed to be going ok. Her friends mostly ignored me.

Her roommate Jin Sook was wearing a pair of impossibly tight black high-waisted shorts that made her already long legs look astonishing, and the black spike heel ankle boots she wore with it only amplified the effect. Her white shirt, adorned with rhinestones and tiny mirrors, may have been buttoned to her neck, but she wore the shirt tails tied at her navel to reveal the graceful curve of her tapered abdomen.

I was completely in love with Sun Hee, but I couldn't deny Jin Sook's sexual appeal and she knew it. In fact, it seemed to amuse her. She was clearly the alpha of the group, and I suppose my wandering eye, especially as I was dating her friend, only served to reinforce her dominant position. Despite myself, the way she seemed to smirk every time she caught me looking made my chastity cage feel tighter. For reasons I did not understand, the knowledge that even if in some bizarre circumstance Jin Sook were to make a move on me I would be physically incapable of acting on it - somehow I found that knowledge strangely exciting.

In fact, being locked by Sun Hee in this chastity cage was inflecting the whole evening. I saw everything as though through the lens of that inexorable plastic cage. The cage had me sidelined. And it wasn't just Sun Hee who had me feeling blocked. Raw sex was everywhere around me, hot women in skimpy outfits rubbing and grinding against men, sweating in the animal heat of the club, hormones everywhere. I felt it, too, yet I was agonizingly aware of how the cage cut me off from any possibility of that.

Out on the dance floor I kept worrying that some random woman might start to dance with me, and then, grinding her body up against me, she would immediately register the strange plastic bulge between my legs. I kept imagining the look of puzzlement on her face - or, if she recognized what it was, the look of contempt - and the potential humiliation of being exposed this way held a strange fascination over me.

It wasn't a particularly realistic fear, of course. Sun Hee had staked her claim on me, and I never left her side. And for her part, she delighted in reminding me of how I was in her control. All through the night she kept subtly rubbing her body against me and "accidentally" brushing her hand against my crotch. She would whisper in my ear about "how horny I must be feeling," and I kept whispering back that "I can't wait for tonight... I'm so excited for you to unlock me." She would pat my cheek in a loving way, and then turn and dance away.

It was intensely frustrating, but the whole experience also allowed me to observe the club with a kind of outsider's perspective. Before meeting Sun Hee I had never given much thought to dating Asian girls, but as I sat at the table amongst her group of friends I chuckled to think how daunting it would be for a guy to try to break into this group of Korean girls. They seemed to project a forcefield around themselves: impossibly hot and not for you. Sure, lots of guys at the club were checking them out - especially Sun Hee - and the predatory looks guys would flash our way made me feel proud to be with her. They would look at me with her and assume I was fucking her, and I liked that. They didn't have to know that her tight little Korean pussy was still unclaimed.

In fact, as Sun Hee got up to hit the dance floor again with two of her friends, SooYoung and Min Ha, some beefy guy with a thick neck and buzzed hair tried to move in on their little group. He was so not the kind of guy I could see catching Sun Hee's eye, so I was a little surprised when she leaned up to yell into his ear an answer to whatever line he was trying. But just as soon as she gave him her attention, she turned her back to him, laughing flirtatiously over her shoulder toward him. The hem of her little dress flashed so deliciously around her hips as she shook to the pounding rhythm.

Watching her filled me with desire. She looked so incredibly sexual out there on the dance floor, but part of what I really loved about her was she wasn't like all the slutty white girls in their slutty club dresses who all looked the same. Sun Hee stood out. She had a classiness about her that made her openness all the more endearing. She could be so flirtatious and so innocent at the same time. Who could look at this cute Korean girl and imagine that she had locked a chastity cage around her boyfriend? And who could imagine she took such pleasure from exploring the power she held over men with her sexuality?

If I had stayed to watch, I would have seen Sun Hee look back at that guy again, and I would have seen him push his advance. But I didn't. Instead, I was off trying to be a good boyfriend. Working hard to make a good impression on her friends, I ducked off to the bar to buy another round for the table. And as I pushed my way back through the crowd awkwardly clutching three white wines and two beers, constantly on the brink of falling disastrously from between my fingers, Sun Hee was still out of the floor dancing.

Her hair was going wild, and the way she shook her hips made her dress sway across her ripe bottom in a most inviting way. She was alone. Or at least I thought she was. But no, that guy was still there. As Sun Hee spun around she seemed to allow him to dance and grind against her for a moment before, in the next moment, twisting away again. The strobes flashed, and I saw a hand on the bright green of her dress, then it was gone.

Finally stumbling to the table, my eyes spinning from the flashing lights, I fumbled the drinks, what was left of them, onto the table. Jin Sook accepted a white wine with something between a smirk and a smile. Her other two friends huddled next to each other, laughing and checking their phones.

I sat down next to the two guys in the group, Jin Sook's boyfriend and a Korean American who went by Peter. The boyfriend looked at me weird as I served the drinks. The social hierarchy Sun Hee complained about was real, and getting drinks was women's work in his eyes. It seemed strange to them I would do things to put Sun Hee's needs first. They each took a beer, leaving me empty handed.

I leaned over to make awkward conversation with Jin Sook but received no response. Instead she just stared out into the crowd.

My eyes followed her flat-eyed gaze, and what I saw made my scrotum tighten and my cock strain anxiously in its cage. The guy was back - or had never left. And Sun Hee was definitely dancing with him now. Their bodies were still a foot or two apart, they weren't grinding, but she moved her body in rhythms that clearly mirrored his own. As we watched, he suddenly reached his arm around her, pulling her close with his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. In response, Sun Hee leaned up onto her tippy toes to yell something into his ear. He grinned broadly and shouted something in return. The noise and lights and press of bodies made it all seem as though all this was happening underwater. In slow motion. I didn't really understand what was happening, or why, but my cock got so hard in its cage I worried it might break.

"Aren't you going to go rescue your girl?" Jin Sook asked. Her tone suggested contempt, though I wasn't sure if it was aimed at her friend for being, in her mind, a slut or at me for being a wimp to stop it.

"Do you think she should be acting like this?" She looked at me through narrowed eyes.

Some part of me felt like I should be brave and say yes. I mean, it did excite me to see Sun Hee acting in these sexually daring ways, and I didn't approve of the constrained roles for women that were forced on her. But saying so would be admitting too much in front of Sun Hee's aloof and intimidating roommate, so instead I wimped out. I swallowed and offered a weak "No."

I felt paralyzed, though. I just sat there. Suddenly I felt much drunker than I had thought I was, like I might pass out. Blood rushed in my ears. Acutely aware that I was humiliating myself in her roommate's eyes, I sat and did nothing. Somehow, knowing what she must think of me only made my arousal more acute. In fact, I worried that if I stood up the cage would be painfully obvious through my pants. I had this sudden fantasy of her knowing - of her seeing my little cock trapped in its cage as my girlfriend danced with another man. The way she looked at me it was like she already knew.

I couldn't help pressing my hand to my crotch. It's entirely possible Jin Sook saw.

Through the noise and crush we watched, Jin Sook with a definite smirk now and me with a deeply confusing chastised erection pushing against my cage. I had never felt like this before. Sun Hee was just dancing, I told myself. There was nothing wrong with that, and her roommate was overreacting.

But I didn't like how I felt. I was aroused, but also deeply conflicted, even angry - though I wasn't sure who or what I was really angry at. Still, maybe the whole thing really was totally innocent, for moments later Sun Hee was bouncing into the chair between us, excited and smiling, beads of sweat trickling down her luminous face. Clearly winded from dancing, she sucked down the wine I had brought for her in three quick gulps.

The wet kiss she gave me was affectionate and warm and dispelled all doubts. Her tongue tasted sweet from the wine as it pressed against my own, and I pulled her close against me. This was definitely more public affection than I usually got from her in front of her friends, and I very much enjoyed it.

Still, it bothered me how she had been flirting, and I told her as much. "Who was that guy you were rubbing up against?" I hissed into her ear.

Either she missed my tone or chose to ignore it. Sun Hee's right tit pressed against me as she leaned in, and her nipple felt hard as a diamond. "I know!" she whispered excitedly. "Did you see the way he kept following me around on the dance floor?"

"Oh, I saw," I replied. Again there was an edge in my voice.

This time she didn't let it slide. "That had better not be jealousy I hear," she scolded. "Don't try to tell me who I can and can't dance with." Then she flipped things around on me. "Besides," she taunted. "I know you saw... I saw how you were watching us."

She studied my reaction and must have seen a storm of conflicting emotions. "I felt his cock!" she hissed impetuously. Her hand reached out to cup my cage as she said it, and I hoped to god none of her friends were looking.

Blood rushed to my groin. Why did she have such power over me?

"Do you want me to describe it?" she teased. The throbbing rhythm and flashing lights of the club seemed to fade as though we were in a fishbowl. She knew full well she was taunting me, and she loved it. I couldn't speak, I didn't know what to say, so she kept going.

"He wasn't caged, like you," she whispered. I groaned. "He felt big against me... I really excited him, I could feel it." She quivered in excitement herself as she said it. She loved teasing me.

"Baby, please," I groaned.

She took it further, still. "Do you think he wanted to get inside me?" My eyes jerked down to her legs as though drawn there by magnets. The image she put into my mind was intoxicating: her bare pussy rubbing up against this guy's hard cock with just the thin layer of her green dress between them.

"Please... let's get out of here," I groaned. "I want to be alone with you."

She shot me a knowing look. "You just want to get unlocked."

"Yes!" I exclaimed, laughing despite my predicament. "Is that so bad?" I did want to get unlocked! I wanted to get her bare little pussy! I wanted to fuck her and get this image out of my mind of him rubbing up against her with just the thin dress between them.

Sun Hee giggled, too. "No, that's not so bad, and I'm excited for that, also," she said, sounding reasonable. "But I'm out with all my friends, and with my sweet boyfriend. I'm having a lot of fun. I don't want this to end just yet. And that guy - you know I'm just teasing?"

The pouty face she wore was too precious. And what she said made sense. I wanted to leave, but I also wanted her to be happy. She was coming out of her shell more than I'd ever seen before tonight; I didn't want that to end with her feeling defeated.

"Ok, we can go home. But..." She traced her finger across my chest playfully. "There's something I want you to do for me first."

"Anything," I said. "Anything for you."

"You've been such a good boy about letting me dance and flirt and enjoy all the attention I've been getting. And I appreciate the way you've been trying to be nice to my friends. I know they can seem a little stand-offish to non-Koreans. It's sweet to see how you've been polite to them."

She patted my cheek with affection before continuing. "But if you want me to unlock your cage, you have to do something to earn it."

"Oh?" I asked, curious where this was going, and aroused.

"A task for you, to prove you really want my pussy." Her smile seemed predatory. Clearly very pleased with herself, she explained her task. "You're going to take my panties - you know, the panties I've been wearing while I was dancing with that guy and while he was rubbing his hard dick up against my ass..."

Sun Hee drew her hand down my chest toward my own poor frustrated dick. I both thrilled and dreaded where this might be going.

"You're going to take my panties... and I want you to bring them to him." Her eyes locked onto mine with a challenging stare.

"What!?" I sat up suddenly straight, shocked and outraged. "I can't do that!" The very thought of it was unimaginable. I couldn't possibly go through with something like that. Could I?

Sun Hee put on a deliberately playful performance, folding her arms under her breasts and turning up her nose. "Well, then I guess you don't really want to be unlocked."

She knew exactly what effect her threat had. My sore balls tightened in my jeans. My need for release felt unmanageable; I had never before felt as urgently horny in my life as I did then. I couldn't imagine doing what she demanded, but I also couldn't refuse her.

"I can't," I sputtered. "I mean, you really want...? What will he think!"

Sun Hee giggled. "I imagine he'll think I wanted him to have my panties."

"But baby, what you're suggesting... I mean, he'll think you want to fuck him!"

"Maybe I do?" Sun Hee shot back innocently. But then in a more level-headed way, she reassured me: "He doesn't know me or you, and we'll be gone from the club. He'll never see us again. This will just be... well, it will be fun!"

"So you want me to just... what, just go find him in the club and tell him 'Here, my girlfriend wants me to give you her panties'?"

The more the initial shock of her proposal wore off, the more the idea was turning me on. It was a wildly erotic thing to do, and it drove me nuts to see Sun Hee reveal such a deviously cruel and sexual imagination.

She pulled me up to my feet and rubbed against me in a way that was highly suggestive. "I want you to do this for me. I want you to show me I really have this power over you. After that we can go home... and then, well, you know..." She winked.

Yes, I did know!

She didn't even wait for me to finally nod my agreement; she already knew she had me, well, by the balls. Smiling her cheshire grin, Sun Hee walked off to the restrooms, being extra deliberate about the way her high heels made her ass sway in the dress knowing I was staring after her. Then the crowd closed around her, and I waited with nervous anticipation. Could I really do this? What she was asking was crazy!

It seemed only moments later that Sun Hee was back at my side, pressing something small and damp into my hands. It was her thong! Instinctively I raised the tiny bundle of pink lace to my face and inhaled the musky scent of her sex. Her smell was incredibly strong, and this pungent proof of the extent of her arousal set my cock throbbing painfully in its prison.

It took a moment for sanity to return. I was holding this girl's panties to my face in the middle of the dance floor! Suddenly ashamed, I jerked my hands back down and shot Sun Hee an awkward look.
For her part, she was beaming. "You can do it, baby," she coaxed, both supportive and delighted by my obvious hesitation.

Steeling myself, I pushed through the crowd. I could do this... I would just... I would just give them to him. Yes, the message I would be sending was painfully obvious and incredibly humiliating, but Sun Hee was right, he didn't know who we were. This would just be a crazy story for him to tell his buddies, nothing more.

I found him sitting at a table on the far side of the club, easy to pick out for his meaty frame. The guy was talking with several of his buddies, but blessedly I knew none of them. I like to imagine that I just marched up to him and bravely carried out the task Sun Hee had set me, but that's not how it happened. The truth is that I shuffled toward him and then chickened out, repeating this process several times. I didn't have Sun Hee's natural daring and enthusiasm for new experience, but I wanted to please her and make her proud of me.

I also wanted to get unlocked. And if the promise of being unlocked wasn't quite enough to motivate me to do this, the agonizing need to NOT be left locked was.

"Um, excuse me..." I mumbled. They didn't even register my presence.

"Excuse me, um..." I cleared my throat and forced myself to speak louder.

It was one of his friends who noticed me first, looking my way with mild disinterest. Then the guy looked up as well. He didn't ask what I wanted, he barely cared I was there, and his attention was already turning back to his buddies at the table.

"You know that Asian girl you were dancing with?" I blurted out, just as he was turning away.

"What about her?" He kept his face unreadable, not friendly but not hostile either. Was he expecting I was some jealous boyfriend looking to make trouble? In truth I was, but not in that way.

"You mean that real hot slut I got all wound up?" He said it to the table, not to me, and their easy laughter told me they had probably already been trading stories about her.

"Um, yeah." I didn't really like hearing him call my sweet little girl a slut. And I wasn't sure how I felt about myself doing this. My dick felt very small in its cage. Honestly, I wasn't aroused doing this, but in a weird way that was its own arousal. I wasn't doing this for me, I was doing it for her.

"She, uh..." My knees shook. He maintained his blank look, but I had more of his attention. This was crazy! "She, uh, wanted you to have this." I pushed my fist out and forced myself to set the panties down in front of him on the table before I could wimp out. Sun Hee's panties! All scrunched up in a tiny little pink ball. On the table. Right in front of him.

At first his face was blank with shock. The other guys around the table look confused.

Then he roared out, "Now that's what I'm talking about!" His meaty fist grabbed them and held them up. "Damn!" he yelled again. "Damn! Woohee!"

He tossed her panties into the face of the friend next to him, and that guy picked them up and held out her tiny little pink thong for inspection before tossing it to another guy in turn. Yes, Sun Hee's panties were being passed around. The whole thing felt so intimate and yet so crass at the same time, this terrible collision between the strange little game my girlfriend and I were playing and the rowdy lust of these other men.

I was already walking away, but I could hear their boisterous catcalling behind me. "Fuck, I told you that girl was digging me..." said a voice. "She must be needing it bad..." went another voice. "Shit, that girl is f-i-n-e..." "Lemme see those panties, shit!..."

While I was too nervous at their table to feel aroused, walking away I felt an intense charge. I couldn't believe what I had done. What Sun Hee had dared me to do was so naughty and taboo, but I had done it. I had done it for her.

That guy didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve my precious girl's delicate little panties, she was too good for him. But knowing he had them anyway, knowing my girl was now dancing about in her new dress and no underwear, and knowing that this guy had a trophy of my girl that in his mind was proof that her pussy was eager for him...

God, would he be jacking off to her tonight... spilling his sperm into my darling Sun Hee's perfect little panties...?

My cock throbbed as I pushed my way through the crowds back to my keyholder. Three days now since I had had an orgasm and much longer still since I had enjoyed the full release of sex, I was blind with anticipation and need. The smell of Sun Hee's sex was still heavy in my nostrils, and I ached for it. I wanted to experience every tender morsel and fold of her little pussy. I needed to get inside her, to finally claim her. I yearned for the clink of her keys and she unsnapped the lock she had placed around my cock and freed me from her torturous prison. I wanted to fuck this girl!

And there she was, astonishingly beautiful and vulnerable in her green dress. The crowd of throbbing and pulsing bodies parted as if opening the way. She looked stunning. The curves of her green dress accentuated her supple breasts, and there, beneath the thin fabric of her dress, I knew lay her bare little pussy, open and unprotected. Ready to be taken.

Positively bursting, eager to tell her how I had done what she commanded, I started describing the guy's reaction as I gave him her panties. But then my eyes traveled upward to her face. She looked so beautiful. She looked...

She looked angry. She looked hurt.

"Baby, I did it, I gave him your panties like I asked." My words tumbled out on autopilot, not yet processing her change in mood. "I -"

"Did you tell Jin Sook I was acting like a slut?" Her words interrupted me like a slap to the face.

"I... What...?" Caught off guard, confused, I was still slow to process what was happening.

She repeated each word with hard-edged clarity. "Did you tell Jin Sook I was acting like a slut?"

"I..." Then a wave of dread and shame washed over me. I had, I realized. Not in those words, not so directly, but when Jin Sook had made that snide comment to me about her dancing with the guy, I had basically confirmed her judgment.

Sun Hee read the truth in my face, and the pain welling in her eyes cut deep. "How could you, baby," she cried.

I should have known better. It had been easier for me to avoid embarrassment by going along with Jin Sook's judgment rather than defending Sun Hee, but I should have known it was a huge mistake to do so. I should have defended my girl. More than anything Sun Hee struggled with the peer pressure and judging looks she received from others growing up. Here she was finally asserting her independence, and I had let her down.

"I'm sorry, baby..." I said, but I was also horny. I tried to gather Sun Hee into my arms for a hug, both wanting to console her and wanting to feel the heat her petite body against me, but she wasn't having it. Stiff armed, Sun Hee pushed me away. "Please, baby," I begged. "Let's just go home and unlock me and we can work this out."

"Unlock you?" she said, arching her eyebrow, her cat's eye make-up around her eyes accentuating the stern Korean side of her. "The deal was I unlock you only if you've been good. And right now you're not being very good. I'm not sure I like the way you're acting. Here I am coming out of my shell a little, opening up the way you encourage me to. And you act like I'm being some kind of slut - but you want this, too. You know you do. You're just afraid to admit it, and you're putting that on me. Well, I don't like it. You're acting like Jin Sook over there, judging me and trying to control me."

"What? No, baby," I sputtered. "I'm not trying to control you, I just..." Emotion got away from me, and I didn't know what to say. But I knew she had a point, even if I wasn't able to fully process things yet. "I'm sorry, baby," I said, and meant it.

"No, it's too late for that. Maybe you should just go home. I'm staying - I'm having fun."

"Baby, you're being cruel!"

"You asked for cruel, now didn't you?" Sun Hee shot right back.

"I..." My mouth gaped, but no words came out.

Sun Hee drew herself up to her full height, looking fierce despite her diminutive stature. "When you asked me to close that lock on your cage, you agreed it was my choice - and my choice alone - when it came off, didn't you?" Her voice was stern and brooked no disagreement.

I nodded soberly. I saw where this was going; why did it excite me?

"So it's my choice if - IF - I unlock you tonight and let you cum?"

Again I nodded. I felt it coming. Icy fingers crawled down my spine as I felt my defeat descend on me. Some crazy part of me I didn't know existed wanted it to happen.

"Then I choose no."

Her words, simple as they were, hit like a hammer. No. She had said no. She was deciding not to unlock me!

She crossed her arms under her breasts and spoke with calm and certainty. "I'm going to stay and dance more, but I think you should go home."

The prospect of being sent away like this, while she and her friends stayed behind at the club to have fun, made me feel awfully small. So did the knowledge that that guy I had given her panties to was here, too, probably looking for her. Still, I trusted her. I knew Sun Hee wasn't going to do anything crazy. She wasn't going to kiss this guy or let him take her home; he was as much a victim of her tease as I was. But still it was all too painful to imagine his triumph at seeing me sent home.

Sun Hee's eyes blazed with a hair-raising mixture of anger and arousal, and I couldn't help notice that her hard nipples poked through the fabric of her dress. Lowering my eyes downward, I swear I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. My sweet girl was hurt and angry, but she was also clearly aroused. How must it feel for her to discover she truly had the power over me to send me away like this?

It stung to be scolded by Sun Hee this way, and it stung even worse to be fighting with her in front of her friends.

But I did the only thing I knew how: I obeyed.

The walk home alone that night felt pretty dark... but my poor locked cock had never felt so urgent.

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Feb 12, 2018 in bdsm

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