A testing period

Three weeks had passed since she snapped the lock into place, and her teasing was relentless. He was no stranger to being caged, but this time things were different; she wouldn’t let him go. In return, he couldn’t stay away from her either—whenever they could, they kissed deeply, pressed their bodies together, and behaved like teenagers with wild hormones. He’d lost track of how many times his fingers, lips, and tongue had brought her to an orgasm, and she was savoring every moment just as much as he was. She returned the favor by fondling his balls and playing with his cage, keeping him in a state of high arousal almost constantly. This lockup felt better than any before, leaving him torn between the pure delight of their playfulness and his constant urge to finally cum deep inside her.

They lay naked together in bed after he had brought her through two shuddering climaxes while she gently stroked him for what seemed like ages. His scrotum was heavy with seed, and he longed to be relieved too. She offered a beautiful smile and asked what was on his mind. ‘I would do anything just to get unlocked so I can make love to you,’ he said.

She smiled back, pausing briefly before her grin widened and her eyes sparkled. ‘Do you truly mean it? Anything at all?’ She stressed the word anything.

He considered for a moment. “Yes, anything.”

Another pause followed. “Well, I’ll need to think on that. I’m not entirely convinced you really meant it, so perhaps I should put you through some tests later. And neither of us is quite ready right now, so don’t expect the lock to open anytime soon. Goodnight, and sleep well.” With another lovely smile, she rolled over, allowing him to spoon her from behind, and drifted off.

He lay there contented within his cage but began to wonder if he had truly meant anything when he said it. At that moment in the heat of passion, yes—but he knew his emotions were volatile and might shift by morning. He started guessing what she was planning. What kind of test did she have in mind? He’d become quite handy around the house lately, but the twinkle in her eye suggested something far more intriguing than chores. What could it be?