Kayla Finds Me Chapter 5

I wake up the next morning, the shower already running in her en suite.

I lay there and replay last night's events in my head, joined by the familiar feeling of the cold steel cage squeezing me.

"Your two weeks start in the morning..."

In the moment I was too exhausted from the past week to register her words last night. But now, imagining two weeks of our arrangement, her words start to eat at me.

What does two weeks of this actually look like?

There's no question that I've enjoyed the teasing she put me through and the control she had in the past couple weeks.

But an extended chastity sentence may lead to more extreme forms of control for her.

What would she put me through?

We've never really discussed limits in this arrangement given the informal beginning of it.

She wouldn't be too cruel to me. Would she?

I know she cares about me, at least on some level. Doesn't she?

My thoughts are interrupted by Kayla putting a hand on my shoulder as she stands next to me. I jump at the feeling, not even having heard the shower turn off.

"Good morning little subbie. I see your a bit jumpy this morning."

"Good morning." I softly reply, not even looking at her.

She grabs my shoulder and rolls me onto my back, climbs onto my face.

Licking her while her body is still steaming from her shower and she's completely naked, except for her necklace, feels incredibly intimate.

Without saying anything, she puts on a lays out a casual Saturday outfit on her chair before her eyes land back on me.

"Something on your mind?" She asks, reaching out and tousling my hair. "You've been awfully quiet this morning."

I nod.

"That cage already bothering you?" She leans against the doorway of her closet, a knowing grin on her face.

"Yeah." I reply softly, my cock already swelling.

"Good." She approaches me caresses my cheek with her thumb. "Because this is where the fun begins."

"Fun?" I ask looking up at her, not even sure I want her to elaborate.

"Mhm." She grins, pushing me down and climbing on top of me. "Because two weeks gives me a lot of time to learn about you... To learn what really drives you crazy and drive you to the point that the only thing you can think of is how frustrated you are."

I don't say anything but she can probably see the mix of both dread and excitement in my eyes.

"I'm going to tease you and tease you and tease you and tease you... until you break." Her voice softening with every word. "Then I'm gonna tease you more."

--

The moment she walks into the office Monday morning, she tells me that it was real "hard" not seeing me yesterday and she really wanted to "come" over. After that, every 5 or 10 minutes she gasps as she arches her back, stretches her arms, massages her thighs, straightens her leg or moves some part of her body to get my attention.

Almost every single time she makes a comment about being stiff from a "great workout" on Friday.

In the brief moments of silence, her purple blouse and tight black pencil skirt ensure she occupies a lot of space in my mind.

Tuesday was more of the same, only with a cruel twist. She told me to help her pick some new gym clothes out on lunch, and spent the whole time telling me how much she liked having a locked up man in her car.

Wednesday and Thursday she again has me spend lunch in her car.

As we leave Thursday, she tells me that she'll would be coming to my gym with her friend that night. A part of me wants to argue, but seeing the key around her neck makes me change my mind.

She spends the entire workout making sure she's in my line of sight in her tight gym clothes. At one point she gets on the machine in front of me and in between sets, bends down to untie and retie her shoelaces with her butt directly in my sightline.

We left without saying anything to each other but she texted a couple hours later.

"Like what you saw?"

I let out an audible growl and walk away from my phone for a bit.

About 20 minutes later, while I'm making some food, my phone vibrates on the counter again.

"You answer or I'll add another week"

I audibly whimper no in protest, typing a response in less than 30 seconds.

"Yes I liked what I saw!"

"Lol" She sends a few seconds later.

"You looked pretty good too" She sends after a few minutes of me not responding.

"Thank you" I respond, not wanting to give her any reason to be upset.

She doesn't reply for about half an hour while I finish eating and and wash my dishes. I check my phone and see a text from her, sent only 8 minutes as go. "I'll see you soon ????"

I reply with a question mark, but she doesn't answer.

Instead, her car backs into my driveway 15 minutes later.

"Fuck." I audibly whimper at the sight of sight as she approaches my front door.

I approach to let her in, but she slides a key into my front door.

I totally forgot that she still has the key to my house. I never asked for it back after she found me tied up.

She enters and locks the door, a bag slung over her shoulder.

I approach her and she cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Thought I'd spend the night here. Hope you aren't all cagey about that."

Without waiting for an answer she drops her bag and approaches me. Her boots click on the floor as she gives me a knowing smirk, and feels the cage through my shorts.

"I guess you are just a little bit cagey." She grins and we softly kiss, my arms wrapping around her shoulders.

"Please." I softly say as we break apart. "Please unlock me."

"You've still got over a week to go." She pokes my nose. "You know that."

Before I can even open my mouth to protest, she turns and walks toward my bedroom.

"Why don't you bring my bag in here little subbie." She says in the doorway, not even turning to face me.

I walk into my room and see her in my closet.

"I wanna see what else you have." Her voice is playful, almost mocking as she pulls out the chest of toys in my closet.

"Open it." She says, tapping the combination lock.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"But I don't want-"

She puts a finger over my lips and gives me a smirk that tells me she doesn't care.

I hesitate but after a minute I lean down and pop in the combination lock.

"Perfect." She says, opening the chest and taking out first a pair of handcuffs.

"Turn around." She says, turning toward me.

I don't even bother arguing as she cuffs my hands behind my back.

After a soft kiss, she pushes me onto the bed and turns back to the open chest.

I squirm around, trying to see what she's looking at in the chest.

She first takes out a small box and sets it on the bed. She opens it and finds the cuffs and gag I was bound in when she discovered me.

"Wait!" I cry out, remembering what she's going to see when she turns back to the chest.

She turns back to me with a smile and presses the gag into my lips.

"Sshh." She softly says, buckling the gag tighly and then kissing my lips around it.

I squirm as she reaches into the chest, pulling out a flogger with a mischievous smile.

"You might need a spanking." She grins, putting the flogger down next to me.

She pulls out a couple more bondage sets and smiles at each of them.

"I didn't know my subbie was SO kinky." I wince at her chuckle as she sets down the hog tie set. "But it's good to know that we can have some extra fun now."

She reaches back into the chest and pulls down a red horseshoe shaped object with some metal bars under it.

My eyes widen at the sight. I completely forgot that was in the chest.

"What is this?" She softly says, fidgeting with the buttons on it.

After a couple of minutes, she pulls that gag out and speaks with an interested tone.

"How does this work?"

"Push the bottom buttons and slide the posts out." I softly say and she pops the gag back into my mouth.

She follows the direction and smiles after she realizes what it is.

"I wish I knew my little subbie had a queening chair." She laughs. "Were you gonna tell me?"

I shake my head no and she smiles at me again.

"Oh now you're definitely asking for me to spank you." She smiles, setting the chair aside. "That's coming home with me."

I nod and she climbs on top of me.

"All this sexy talk has me quite a bit worked up." She chimes, sliding down her yoga pants and taking out my gag. "Be a dear and help Mistress out."

After I lick her, she flips me on my belly and ties my ankles to the corners of the bed.

She lifts me onto my knees and, with my hands and ankles bound, she begins to spank me with her hand.

At first they're relatively gentle but gradually become more firm every couple of strikes.

After 5 or 6 spanks, I see her picking up the flogger off the bed in the corner of my eye and I brace myself.

She continues to spank me with the flogger, occasionally pausing to laugh at the noises I make as she strikes me, and mockingly copying some of the noises.

At one point, she stops her spanking to spit on the cage a few times while my cock desperately tries to swell.

I lose count of the number of spanks with the flogger somewhere between 12 and 15. When she tosses the flogger aside I let out a deep sigh of relief.

She pushes me down and climbs on top of my back, whispering in my ear how she loves seeing me so desperate for her.

--

Friday was almost a culmination of her favorite ways to torment me.

She wears another one of her casual Friday outfits. This time a sleeveless pink blouse with black jeans and flip flops. Anytime our office door is closed she undoes the top buttons of her blouse.

She continues to slightly shift her body every few minutes, making sure that her and her control are always on my mind.

Around 2, she rolls her chair back and stands up, pretending to stretch and mockingly tells me it's so weird for her to not have plans for tonight.

Around 4:30, she once again puts her feet in my lap. Having lost about all energy, I just begin massaging them.

"So you liked what you saw yesterday afternoon?" She says.

I nod but she raises an eyebrow at me, silently telling me to speak.

I silently check to make sure the door is closed before speaking. "Yes Mistress."

"Did you like seeing me or Sophie more?"

"You."

"Oh?" She says, sounding intrigued. "You didn't find Sophie hot?"

"I... uh... Well..."

Kayla laughs and switches feet. "I think you did find her hot. I know I do." Kayla grins mischievously. "You just wanna stay on my good side." She flicks her eyes, silently asking me to confirm.

"I did find her hot." I shakily answer. "But you're hotter." I add.

"Oh sure." She says dismissively and pulls her foot away.

I silently try to gauge whether or not she's upset with me, but she seems to enjoy my discomfort as we leave the office.

"I'll see you Monday little subbie." She winks and steps toward her car.

"Wait what?" I ask, quiet enough that no one other than her could hear it.

She puts her bag in her passenger seat and turns back to me, a victorious grin on her face. "Something on your mind?"

"I thought I would come over tonight." I say, sounding more like a request than anything else.

"I don't think so." She tilts her head and the sunlight reflecting off her key is absolutely maddening. "I mean you're not getting unlocked, so there's really no reason for you to come by." She winks.

--

All night Friday and all day Saturday I'm checking my phone, desperate to see if she sends me anything. I think at least once every half hour about texting her.

"Can I buy you dinner tomorrow?" I text her around 7 on Saturday night, finally relenting to the undying ache in between my legs.

After the longest few minutes of my life, she finally responds. "Sure."

I let out a deep breath and sit down, the throbbing in my cage growing at the thought of dinner with her.

My phone buzzes a few minutes later and I see another text from her.

"Casa Nostra. 6:30"

--

Dinner Sunday evening is it's own unique form of torture.

She wears a black cross hook dress that goes down to her thighs with a pair of black tights and pink heels.

The restaurant was oddly slow for a Sunday evening, there wasn't an occupied table within earshot of us speaking at a normal volume.

"You're staring." She sits back with a grin, putting her menu down. The light reflects almost blindingly off her key.

"I'm sorry." I weakly say, shifting in my seat as the cage uncomfortably tightens.

"Don't be." She grins. "I wore this for you to stare."

After we eat, she orders a chocolate mousse without looking at the menu.

When dessert arrives she pulls both spoons out of my reach. "Oh this is good." She grins at me. "Here try." She grins, turning a spoonful to me.

I reach for the spoon, but she pulls the spoon back at the last second.

"Uh uh. Open wide."

I open my mouth wide open, feeling ridiculous, and she slides the spoon into my mouth.

"Such a good boy." She coos, holding the spoon in my mouth for a moment before taking another spoonful and turning it back to me.

She slides the spoon back into my mouth and then I feel her foot slides up my leg and over my thigh. She then begins tracing my cage through my khakis.

"Kay-" I softly say when she pulls the spoon out.

"Shh. Eat your dessert."

"Your fo-."

"I know where it is." She grins, using her toe to press the cage down and sliding the spoon back into my mouth.

She pulls the spoon out a minute later, and begins tracing the cage again.

"Someone might see."

"Whose gonna see?" She says tilting her head, clearly amused by my frustration. "And even if someone was watching us..." She wiggles her eyebrows. "They'd see what? A couple sharing dessert?" She winks. "So scandalous."

"Is that what we are?" I softly ask as she slides the spoon back into my mouth.

"As far as they know."

After seemingly days of this back and forth, she finally allows me to pay the check.

--

The waitress collects returns my card with the receipt and we finally stand up.

"I took an Uber here. Think you can give me a ride home?" She asks, not waiting for an answer before turning and leading the way to my car.

As I turn the car on, she reclines the seat and props her feet on the dashboard.

"You'll get marks on the dash." I say as she wiggles her pink pedicured toenails.

"Then you'll clean them."

As I pull out of the parking lot, she crosses her ankles and begins to lightly hum along with the music.

"You know what I think is funny?" She calmly asks about halfway to her house.

I give a slight hum as I turn right.

"You agreed to two weeks without even hesitating. I could've said anything and you'd have agreed in that moment, just to cum inside me."

"I know." I say, wincing as my cock desperately tries to grow.

I turn off the main road and onto a residential road, and Kayla's hand drifts to my thigh.

Her pink manicured nails begin to scratch around. I feel goosebumps rise everywhere on my body as she lazily draws circles through my khakis.

She traces the outline of my thigh muscle and gives a somewhat possessive squeeze.

I let out a soft groan and she continues to scratch, now firmer as I come to a stop sign. I try to shift my hips, guiding her hand to my cock but she tells me to focus on the road. Her nails just stay on my thigh and continue scratching as we pull onto her street and I pull into her driveway.

She tells me to come in as she lifts the seat back to its normal position.

I step out of the car and see she has my overnight bag in her hand, which she tosses to me without even saying anything.

She unlocks her front door and gestures for me to enter. I step in and she lightly spanks me, following me in and shutting the door. As soon as the door is locked, I step towards her, holding her arms against the door and we kiss deeply.

It's not even 15 minutes before we're lying down on her couch making out. We've both changed out of our date night outfits and into more relaxed clothing. I'm wearing a simple black t shirt and gym shorts. She's wearing a gray tank top and black shorts so tiny that they barely count as clothing.

She begins to grind herself over my cage while holding my wrists down next to my shoulders. I beg her to stop and she agrees, but only after making me say that she can do anything she wants to me.

She reaches in between the couch cushions and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, reminding me that I said "anything" as she cuffs my left hand. As she clips the other around my right wrist, I ask how much she planned ahead for this.

She just gives a simple shrug of her shoulders and pushes me onto my back and rolls me onto my left shoulder.

She turns the TV on and lifts my cuffs up by the chain, telling me to lift my head. I oblige, a bit confused, and she places my cuffs under the pillow and when I lower my head it pins my already bound wrists under the pillow.

"Such a good, slutty boy for me." She whispers, running a hand through my hair.

She lies down behind me and begins to take the position she loves so much. She tangles her legs around mine and wraps one arm around my waist. Out of the corner of my eye I see her reach into her shorts and move her hand around for a minute before pulling it out.

She slides her arm under me and mockingly whispers in my ear. "Why don't you clean these for me? You love Mistress's taste."

As I suck the fingers of her left hand, she puts on a rom com that I've never heard of and her other hand slides into my shorts.

Throughout the movie she pulls her fingers out of my mouth to wet them again with her juices a few times.

Every single time I plead with her to unlock the cage and she just shushes me and tells me to watch the movie.

The fourth or fifth time she pulls her fingers out, I plead again and she doesn't say anything. As she slides her arm back around me, I give a desperate tug from my legs and she lets out an almost annoyed sigh.

She slides her fingers back in my mouth, much deeper than she had all night and whispers in my ear.

"If you beg me to unlock you again... You're not going to like what happens. Is that clear." I nod as she presses her fingers so deep I almost gag on them. "Then shut up and watch the movie."

The next time she takes her fingers out of my mouth, I don't say anything and instead just catch my breath. I can almost feel her smile as she slides her fingers back into my mouth a minute later.

"See? Much easier when you just let Mistress do what she wants."

The movie ends with her fingers still in my mouth and she doesn't move for a few minutes.

I begin to try squirming around but she gives my balls a possessive squeeze.

"Don't move." She softly whispers. "I like fucking with you this way." She chuckles. "Or I guess actually... not fucking is more accurate."

We silently lie in this position for several minutes, her hand occasionally giving my balls a firm squeeze.

"You know." She says, breaking the silence with a chuckle. "Since you're so worked up after 8 days, even knowing you'll still get to cum this weekend." I feel my heart drop, knowing what she's about to say. "I can only wonder how worked up you'd be if you'd be waiting 2 or 3 more weeks." I squeal around her fingers and she plants a kiss on my neck. "Or even longer."

"That would be just delicious, wouldn't it?" I wince at the thought of truly extended chastity sentences with her. "Wouldn't it?" She asks again, pinching my balls in between her fingernails and shoving her fingers deeper into my mouth. "That's a good boy." She purs, wrapping a hand around my cage. "Now fuck my hand."

I stay still for a moment and when she begins stroking my cage I begin thrusting into her hand.

After a few minutes, she releases my cage and plants another kiss on the back of my neck.

"Please unlock me." I whimper.

She lets out a frustrated sigh and puts a hand on my shoulder, pushing me onto my stomach and climbs over me. She releases the cuffs and I remember what she said earlier about me asking to be unlocked again.

"Don't move." She says, turning down the hall towards her bedroom.

She returns to the living room with a pink yoga mat in one hand, and the queening chair in the other. She lies the mat down on the floor and then puts the chair at one end of it.

She looks up at me, her eyes a confusing mix of amused and annoyed. "Lie down." She points to the mat."

I stay still for a moment, frozen in confusion.

"Lie down." She says again, now in a tone more commanding than I've ever heard her speak.

I slowly get up and approach the mat, lying down and sliding my head in the chair.

Without even saying anything, she cuffs my hands in the restraints on each side of the seat.

She walks around the mat and begins to tie my ankles to a spreader bar, which seems to have appeared out of thin air. She ties my ankles just a bit further apart than is comfortable, and then looks up and tells me that I should've listened to her.

She crouches down next to me and unlocks the cage, removing it slowly. She keeps the base ring in place as she stands up and puts the cage on her coffee table.

She lowers herself onto the seat and before she even says anything, my tongue is darting out to lick her.

After orgasming twice, she stands up and begins to walk away from me.

"Wait!" I cry out, her taste lingering on my tongue and lips more than usual

"I told you Mike. If you kept begging, you wouldn't like what happened." She smirks and tilts her head at me. "But on the bright side, at least you have some time free of your cage." She crouches down and gives the tip of my cock a gentle touch of her fingertip. "Enjoy."

She shuts the light to the room off and walks away, her footsteps disappearing down the hall.

Left in darkness, I desperately try to pull free of my restraints while my cock grows painfully hard. Obviously, the restraints don't give and only a few minutes later I'm desperately bucking my hips in the air, still tasting her every time I close my mouth or lick my lips.

I stay like this for probably close to 20 minutes before she turns the light back on and walks back into the room.

"Still hard." She casually points out and pulls over an ottoman, sitting down with her head still in my line of sight. "Is there maybe something on your mind?"

I nod and thrust my hips into the air again, but end up nowhere near making contact with her.

"You and your taste." I cry out. "Still on my lips."

"Well that makes sense." She purs. "Seeing you all denied and frustrated had me even wetter than usual today." She slides her fingers inside her nightgown and clearly fingers herself for a minute, before sliding her fingers out and moving them towards my head. "Since you like it so much." She mocks, smearing her juices over my lips for a moment and then presses her fingers into my mouth so I can suck them clean.

She smiles down at me, and continues to press her fingers deeper. I squeal around her fingers and try to plead with my eyes for her not to, but I know it's no use.

I gag on her fingers again, desperately squirming in my restraints.

"Gag on me little subbie." She purs. "And maybe... just maybe I'll gag on you."

It feels like hours that she leaves her fingers in my throat and when she finally removes them she wipes my saliva off on my chest.

"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." She grins and teasingly runs just her fingertip over the length of my cock. I give my restraints a firm tug, but I don't go anywhere as she stands up.

She walks back in a minute later, crinkling a bag of frozen vegetables.

I cry out for her not to, but she just presses the bag to my cock. I squirm, uselessly, but much to her amusement.

After a few seconds, she pulls the ice off of me and allows me to grow back to my full length.

"Psych." She chimes and, somewhat cruelly, just presses the bag back down on me.

She collects the cage from her table and slides the cage down my length.

I squirm at the feeling, and desperately cry out that she said she'd gag on me since I gagged on her. At the mere thought of her gagging on me, my cock begins to stiffen again.

She clicks the cage and ring together with a dismissive laugh. "No little subbie, I said I'd think about it." With a satisfied grin, she clicks the padlock of the cage shut. "And I decided not to."

She stands up and unties my ankles from the spreader bar.

"Now here's what's going to happen." She says, crouching back down. "I'm going to sit back in the seat. And you're going to make me cum on your face again. Maybe a couple times." She winks. "And I swear if you ask me to unlock your cage again before Saturday, I will add a week to your sentence."