Free Of Being Yours[another way 2] by Anna Martin

maybe a little painful, but it won’t do you any permanent or long-term damage.”
    There were rarely any outright “no” responses in our relationship other than those in my Red zone, and he would never ask me to do anything that I wasn’t capable of. I knew that, but still, the thought of putting my cock in a cage …. I was still a man. And generally speaking, the thought of putting that part of my anatomy in a cage was slightly terrifying.
    “Can I see it?” I asked.
    Will tilted my chin and kissed me, his fingers gently angling my face to how he wanted me. He stood and went to the hall for a moment, then came back with a paper bag. Handing it to me, he sat back and let me open it myself.
    In reality, I couldn’t quite decide whether or not I was intimidated by the chastity device. It was just clear plastic with a few ventilation strips along the clearly flaccid penis-shaped shaft. There was what I recognized as a cock ring at the back and a space for where he could, if he wanted, contain the whole thing with a padlock.
    Scratch that earlier thought. I was definitely intimidated.
    “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said as I turned it over and over in my hands.
    “What would you want to do with it?” I asked.
    Will shrugged. “It’s up to you,” he said. “I’m obviously not going to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”
    “Okay,” I said. “But give me some ideas.”
    He ran his fingers through his hair roughly, then let his elbows fall back down to the table with a thunk. “To be honest, I was waiting for your reaction before I made any plans. You could wear it for a couple of hours now just to get used to it if you like.”
    “Have you ever worn one before?”
    I set it back down on the table, an equal distance between us.
    “No,” he said lightly. “But I’ve done some research online, message boards and that sort of thing. It shouldn’t hurt you. It’s uncomfortable, and if you are aroused, it causes a feeling more like pressure than pain.”
    “Is this about humiliation?” I asked. “Because I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about that.”
    “It’s about control,” he said. “And submission. And giving me your body and control over it in an entirely different way.”
    I turned the idea over in my mind. “I’m not saying no,” I said eventually. “Just not right now.”
    “Okay.”
    “Maybe bring it out when we’re in a session. I’ll have a better idea about it then.”
    “Okay. Jesse?”
    “Yeah?”
    He laughed. “Don’t freak out. Your limits are always the ones we play by, you know that.” His smile turned slightly evil. “Do you want to try it on now?”
    “No thank you,” I said quickly.
    He laughed again.
    When I kissed him, his lips were incredibly soft.
    “Are you sure? I’ll take it off straight away if you don’t like it.”
    It was a gentle reminder that I could trust him, absolutely, and that he never pushed me to do something that was beyond my capabilities.
    “I’m a bit worried that I’ll start getting hard as soon as you touch me,” I admitted.
    He was smirking as he licked his lips; it looked like an unconscious gesture, but I knew better. Nothing was ever unplanned with this man.
    “Stand up,” he said.
    I stood.
    He pulled me to him by my belt loops, and he unbuckled and unzipped me with an almost clinical detachment. My jeans and boxers were pushed down under the curve of my ass while he looked at me, daring me to fight him. The rush of cool air around my cock was enough to dampen the immediate excitement.
    While I was still working out whether I was okay with all of this, his hands quickly enclosed the circular part around my balls and maneuvered my flaccid cock into the clear plastic. It clipped on cleanly, trapping me, and he hesitated for just a moment before containing the entire device with the padlock.
    “What if I need to pee?” I asked lamely.
    His smirk turned wicked and he tapped the end of the plastic