I Met a Man…

The Man..

The man is 6'3" and probably around 300 pounds. He's in his early 40s, with short brown hair flecked with grey at the temples. A short trimmed beard adorns his handsome rugged face. His green eyes are deep set under a strong brow. His jaw is defined and still soft. He is wearing a pair of brown slacks and a crisp white shirt with a leather jacket. Muscular with a big belly but he carries it well.

We start talking at the bar while Linette and Renny are having drinks at a corner table.

"Hi, I'm Jason." I say with a smile.

"Joel, it's a pleasure to meet you." He says.

He says, "So, are you here with anyone?"

I turn and gesture toward the girls. "That's my wife and her girlfriend."

He glances over. "Which one is your wife?"

"The pretty one in the blue and white dress with the big butt," I say with a smile.

"That's a bummer," Joel sighs. "The cute ones are always taken."

"Well, I am taken, but I'm allowed a certain amount of freedom." I take a deep, slow breath. "Might as well get this out of the way--I have a different dynamic with my wife than most people do."

Joel's green eyes widen. "How so?" he asks.

"We're in a power exchange. I'm her submissive, and she's my Mistress."

"Do you see that key hanging at the swell of her breasts?" I nod toward Linette. His eyes sparkle, and a grin starts to form.

"Let me guess--a chastity cage?"

"You're clever and handsome," I say with a smile.

"Are you allowed out of it?" he asks.

"Only when she permits it. But that's the only part of me that's locked." I wink.

I place my hand on his leg. My stomach flutters with butterflies, and I feel myself swell inside the rigid titanium fortress. We lean toward each other at almost the same moment.

"I think you're really handsome and very sexy," I say. "May I kiss you?"

Joel takes a deep breath and closes his pretty green eyes. I lean in, and our lips meet--soft and inviting. It's a quick kiss, but charged with a surge of sexual energy that rushes through my body.

We pull apart, and I glance over to see Renny tapping Linette's arm excitedly. As Linette turns to look, I kiss Joel again--his lips soft and full. He puts a strong hand on my shoulder and draws me closer. As the kiss ends, we both pull back, breathing deeply and smiling.

"You have such beautiful eyes," he says.

"Thanks. Yours are a very pretty green."

He pulls his wallet from his jacket pocket and signals the bartender. "Come home with me tonight."

He says it like both a command and a question.

My heart skips a beat. I quietly reply, "Yes, sir."

I turn my head and make eye contact with Linette. She smiles and gives me a small, knowing nod--a wave of permission.

As I rise and begin to follow Joel's broad form out of the bar, I glance back one last time. Linette is still smiling, now focused on Renny. Just before I step away, she meets my gaze for a final moment, then leans in to kiss her.

We take an Uber to his apartment.

The ride is quiet, but charged. We say little--words feel unnecessary with the way Joel's mouth claims mine. His kiss is deep, confident, tasting of bourbon and something unmistakably him. His hand finds my thigh again, firm and deliberate, sliding upward with a slow hunger that makes me shiver.

By the time he reaches the top of my leg, I'm aching in my cage--so hard it feels like I might burst. My cock throbs, trapped and denied, the pressure exquisite. He doesn't touch it. He doesn't have to. His hand lingers just close enough to make me lose myself in the ache.

I break from the kiss for a breath, lips wet, eyes searching his. I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off with a low, commanding murmur.

"Be patient. We're almost home."

The way he says it--firm, certain, in control--makes my heart hammer against my ribs. I nod, obedient, desperate, and melt into him as he kisses me again. This time, he takes his time. His tongue slides past my lips, slow and possessive. I moan softly into his mouth, helpless under the weight of his dominance.

He tastes me like he's already claimed me. Our tongues dance, hungry and unrelenting, the heat between us thick enough to suffocate.

By the time the Uber pulls to a stop, I'm trembling.

As we step into the elevator, Joel wastes no time. He turns and presses me firmly against the wall, his body hot and solid against mine. With one hand, he reaches for the button to the third floor, and as he presses it, he leans in and captures my mouth with his again--deep, demanding, possessive.

His kiss is everything: rough lips, slow tongue, breath stolen from my lungs. I melt into him, completely taken.

The elevator jolts slightly as it begins to rise. I'm dizzy with want, with the heat of his body, with the way he makes me feel small and hungry and owned.

Then--the soft chime of the elevator bell.

The doors slide open to reveal a young couple waiting. They freeze for a moment, caught in the sudden intimacy of our moment. Joel pulls back just enough to breathe, his lips still grazing mine. Then, without a word, he takes my hand in his and steps forward.

"Excuse us," he murmurs with a calm, confident authority, guiding me out past the stunned woman. His hand never leaves mine as we move down the hallway, my face flushed and my heart racing.

As we step into his apartment, the door clicks shut behind us. The space is low-lit and inviting--plush furniture, warm tones, and a quiet hum of anticipation in the air. My cage aches. The rigid titanium presses against every sensitive inch of me, unforgiving. I feel the sharp, perfect pressure of the bar threaded through my piercing--an inescapable reminder of my submission. Every movement sends a pulse of need straight through me.

It's maddening. Exquisite. Torture laced with erotic energy.

I ache to be touched. To feel Joel's mouth on me. To be devoured, explored, claimed.

But deeper than that, under the sharp edge of longing, is the truth: I want the frustration. I need the denial. Because what I crave more than pleasure is her control. My Mistress's command. The cage isn't just about restriction--it's devotion, discipline, surrender.

Joel's hand remains firm in mine as he leads me through the kitchen and into the living room. My mind is a whirlwind--need, restraint, longing, loyalty--all crashing together inside me. My body burns with desire, but my heart beats in submission. I am hers, even here, even now.

And that only makes this moment feel even hotter. Even more forbidden.

Joel doesn't speak at first. He walks behind me, hands light on my shoulders as he guides me further into the living room. I can feel his breath near my neck, the heat of him, the way he's holding himself back.

He circles to face me, eyes sharp and unreadable. Then he speaks--quiet, deliberate.

"She keeps you locked like this all the time?"

I nod, my breath catching.

He smiles, not unkindly. "That's intense."

He steps closer, his hand brushing along the waistband of my pants, pausing just above the locked titanium. He doesn't touch the cage. He doesn't need to. His presence alone is electric.

"You want me to touch you there," he says, voice low, "but you're not mine to unlock."

I nod again, harder this time, lips parted, body burning.

He leans in, his mouth at my ear. "But that doesn't mean I can't make you feel everything."

A shiver runs down my spine.

Joel's hands are firm now, one on my chest, the other on my hip. He kisses me again--deep and slow--before pulling back to study my face.

"I like that you're hers," he says. "That you come to me already owned--already trained. But tell me something..."

He tilts his head slightly, fingers tracing down my ribs.

"If I put you on your knees right now, would she punish you? Or would she reward you for obeying someone she allowed into your world?"

My heart pounds. My cage pulses.

He steps even closer, lips grazing mine. "You don't have to answer. I already know. You're hers. But right now... you're with me. And I'm going to make sure you feel every second of it."

Joel takes his time undressing me, each movement deliberate, as if unwrapping something fragile and forbidden. The air between us crackles--thick with heat, with anticipation. My breath comes in shallow waves as I'm reduced to nothing but my boxer briefs, trembling under his gaze.

My cage is straining--pushed forward as far as it can go, metal unyielding, skin tight and aching. My nipples are rock-hard as the air conditioning kicks on, stirring the room with a cool breeze that brushes over my bare skin. I shiver, helpless beneath the contrast of heat and chill.

Without a word, Joel guides me gently but firmly down to my knees in front of him. The carpet is soft beneath me, but the moment is sharp. Charged. Sacred.

He had shed his jacket and shoes as we came in, but now, standing tall above me, he begins to unbutton his shirt. My eyes follow every motion, every flick of his fingers. My cage pulses in time with my racing heart.

I reach for my belt, but his voice slices through the air--firm, but not unkind.

"Stop."

I freeze, hands hovering.

He looks down at me, eyes dark, searching.

"What kind of submissive does she keep?"

I swallow hard, shame and arousal crashing in waves. My voice barely escapes.

"A sissy, sir," I mutter.

He cocks his head. "What was that?"

I stutter, heat flooding my cheeks. "A s-s-sissy, sir."

His gaze sharpens. "One more time."

I breathe in deep, steadying myself. "A sissy, sir," I say clearly.

Joel's lips curl into a knowing smirk. "I see. So you like to wear pink? Frilly things?"

I can't help it--my lips twitch into a smile, a soft grin that betrays just how much I love this, how deeply aroused I am by having to explain myself. The humiliation is perfect. Intimate. Safe.

Joel finishes with his shirt, his bare chest exposed and powerful under the soft light. He tosses the shirt onto the back of the leather couch and steps closer, towering over me, his presence grounding and overwhelming at once.

And I wait--kneeling, aching, seen.

My gaze drops from Joel's striking green eyes to the buckle of his belt. I hesitate for only a second before reaching again--this time, he doesn't stop me.

My fingers work slowly, reverently, unfastening the worn brown leather. The weight of the moment is heavy in the room--my breath tight, my heart pounding against my ribs.

Then I see it.

The bulge in his pants is undeniable. Straining down one leg, thick and formidable. My mouth goes dry, my pulse skyrocketing. It's nothing like mine--caged, denied, tightly confined. His is raw, powerful, demanding attention even from behind the fabric.

My hand hovers, caught between awe and hunger.

Joel watches me--silently, intently--as I unfasten the button, then slowly pull down the zipper, the sound of it impossibly loud in the quiet, charged room.

The fabric parts just enough to tease what lies beneath, and I feel the air shift between us. There's an energy there--something primal, something reverent. A contrast drawn in vivid, aching detail: his freedom, my restraint. His size, my submission. His control over the moment--even as he lets me undress him.

I look up at him, eyes wide, hands still trembling at the waistband of his pants.

Joel's voice is low, almost a whisper. "You okay?"

I nod.

I swallow and continue to undress him. As his cock springs free of his pants I gasp.

"Oh my god it's huge" I say quietly. It's at least eight inches long. A large head connected to a thick veiny shaft I can barely close my fingers around. I close my eyes and touch my lips to the tip of his massive erection. He shudders and I try and take him into my mouth.

It barely fits as I open as wide as I can. I am only able to get the head in before I have to pull back and breath.

I look up into his eyes and I try a second time. With a hunger he looks down at me and I feel his power and animalistic energy. I grab his very large sack as it hangs between his muscular thighs. I give them a gentle squeeze and he lets out a moan as I take his cock into my mouth and a little down my throat.

I suppress the urge to gag and relax my throat as he pushes his thick member deeper into me.

I take a deep breath in through my nose as he begins to thrust gently but powerfully into my mouth. His cock has a bit of an upward curve and as I start to choke a little I think it would be a better fit if I were upside down. As I take the entirety of his throbbing cock into my throat and my forehead touches his belly I feel him shudder. I pull my head back slightly but he reaches around and grabs the back of my head and forces himself deep into my again.

I struggle to breath and start to pull back harder. My cage swells even more as I fight for air and I feel precum dripping off my balls.

I tap his leg twice and his hand leaves my head free.

I pull back gasping for air and look up at him with tears in my eyes and a thick string of drool connect my lips and his massive cock.

He helps me stand and brings his lips to mine.

"I need to be inside you" he growls as he kisses me deeply.

He helps me to the couch and as I climb up on it he is right there so powerful and large. He squirts some lube into my greedy hole. He says "do you think it will fit? I don't want to hurt you."

I look over my shoulder into his eyes. "Please sir just go slow"

He spreads more thick stringy lube onto his thick throbbing cock and gently pushes the tip against my asshole. I relax and bear down a little as he starts to penetrate me. It hurts for a few seconds but the pain is almost immediately replaced with a hot fullness. His slick member slides slowly into me stretching me like never before.

I've had toys bigger than him inside me before but nothing has ever felt this amazing. I can feel the veins as they move deeper into my hungry hole. He continues until his belly is touching my backside and he is buried in me. I moan with pleasure as he begins to thrust.

Joel grabs my hips and starts thrusting a little harder and faster. I look back and see his eyes are closed and he has an expression of bliss on his face. His lips are parted and he gasps as he hits bottom again. It feels like he is in my stomach. His huge cock is moving my insides to accommodate its shocking girth and length.

After a few minutes of feeling like I'm being split in half Joel grunts and says "oh sissy do want your ass full of cum?"

"Yes sir" is all I can weakly manage to say.

He grunts again and thrusts all the way into my greedy asshole. I feel the pulsing as thick ropey cum blasts deep into my ass. He starts to pull out slowly as he is cumming to give it room to fill me up. He leaves the head in as he finishes and as he starts to grow soft it pops out and I clamp down to keep as much inside as I can. I feel a thin trail roll down my taint and drip off my balls and join the puddle from my caged cock on the floor.

As soon as he lays back on the couch I take his semi soft cock into my mouth and clean anything of me that's left on him.

I also suck the last drops of cum out of his once again hardening member. He doesn't get to full size making it easier to take all of him into my mouth. I keep the head of his cock in my mouth and I grab the shaft with one hand and stroke him. He starts to moan and squirm as I suck heavily on the bulbous purple head of his penis. I can taste his cum and my ass on him and my caged cock strains against its confinement with renewed vigor. A few minutes go by before he lets out a deep moan and I feel the blast of cum hit the back of my throat. He cries out in bliss as he emptied his huge load into me. The taste is slightly sweet and it clings to my throat. Pulse after pulse floods my face. It's so much that it starts leaking out the corners of my mouth.

I swallow and lick the last drops off of his now soft member. I collapse next to him on the couch.

"Wow" Joel mumbles. "I've never had it that good before."

"Neither have I sir." I say quietly.

We head to the bathroom to shower before going to bed.

Just as we step into the huge walk in shower my hand brushes his ass.

He grins at me and pulls me close.

"You are fun. You know that?"

"Yes sir" I say with a smile.