Who Needs Willpower - Chapter 12

Fiona stretched as whatever erotic dream she had faded from her memory. She had begun to feel both excitement and dread before bed. Every night she would get to experience wonderful scenarios with Amanda. A variety of situations she longed for in her waking life. But every dream ended the same way. Her on the brink of orgasm and waking up to a throbbing cage instead.

A familiar smell hit Fiona’s nose. A sweet, warm, inviting scent. She took a deep breath, her eyelids bright from the morning sun against her tired eyes. Fiona patted the other side of her bed, opening her eyes to confirm its emptiness.

She sat up and looked around her room. Amanda was gone, but the wonderful smell of baking had replaced her presence. Her gray nightgown was laid across the end of her bed. She got up, took another deep stretch, before throwing on her nightgown and walking to the kitchen.

“Something smells amazing.” Fiona spoke groggily. Amanda was in a pair of pink flannel pajama pants and a solid dark gray T-shirt. She was leaning against the kitchen island, scrolling through her phone.

“I knew it’d wake you up! Perfect timing too, they’re just finishing up!” Amanda twirled around, slipping on oven mitts. She opened the oven door and reached in, pulling out a muffin tray. “Ta-d- uhhhh…” Amanda stood up, shielding the muffin tray with her body from Fiona’s eyes. She looked back over her shoulder like a deer in headlights. She cracked up, turning around to show off her creation. “Ta-daaa…”

Fiona giggled as she looked down at the tray. The chocolate chip muffins were noticeably sunken. Amanda placed the tray on the kitchen table before poutily throwing her arms up.

“I was so sure I made these perfectly! I followed the ingredients to the letter!” Fiona grabbed them both a muffin while Amanda complained.

“The ingredients aren’t the only important part of baking. If they were, it wouldn’t be much fun!” Fiona smiled, taking a bite of the muffin. It tasted fine, exactly like a chocolate chip muffin was supposed to taste. But the texture was way off. The muffin was dense and tough, almost rubbery. “How’d you mix the ingredients?”

“One by one, fully mixing it each time.” Amanda replied. Fiona giggled.

“With muffins, you want to mix the dry and wet ingredients separately, and then only mix the wet ingredients in enough to moisten the dry ones. There will still be some clumps and stuff. If you overmix, the batter becomes too dense and won’t rise. It actually has to do with the bonds that get created whe-en…” Fiona trailed off as she looked up from her muffin, noticing Amanda was staring at her with a smile. She felt self conscious under her gaze. She shifted uncomfortably in her stool. “W-what?”

“Nothing, you’re just impressive. Even after bragging to Kaylee and Mia about your baking skills, you still always seem to surprise me.” Fiona blushed, taking another bite of her muffin to help hide her face. “Welp! These are inedible,” She held out her hand for Fiona to give up her muffin. “I can toss these and we can get some real breakfast.”

“No!” Fiona pulled her muffin back defensively. “These are fine…” She continued in a quieter voice. Amanda drew her hand back in surprise, before realization brought some pink to her cheeks.

“Alright, well if we are gonna suffer, I can’t let you suffer alone.” Amanda grabbed her muffin and began eating it as well. There was a brief moment of silence as they ate.

“Why’d you make muffins? What’s the special occasion?” Fiona broke the silence, before taking another bite.

“Oh, because I’m gonna unlock you today.” Amanda responded nonchalantly. Fiona nearly inhaled her muffin, coughing a bit. She stared at Amanda in shock, who acted as if she hadn’t said a thing.

“Um what, you’re gonna-what uhhh.. Seriously?!” Fiona’s excitement was clearly evident in her voice. She twitched in her cage, her cock ignited by the thought of being allowed out of its prison.

“Yeah. Today is your fifth day denied. Seems like a pretty good milestone for a reward, don’t you think? But I mean if you don’t think so-”

“No! I mean yes-yes it is! Yeah…” Fiona eagerly stood up from her stool, running her hands down her nightgown to brush off any crumbs. She shifted between her feet, pushing her hair behind her ear. “So, umm… Sh-should I get undressed? Or…”

“Eager, huh?” Amanda teased with a wide grin. Fiona’s face flushed. “Nah I was thinking this evening or something. I mean you’ve already waited five days, what's a few more hours, right?” Fiona opened her mouth to argue, but opted to stay quiet. She didn’t wanna risk losing her unlocking privileges.

“I was thinking we could spend the day together, maybe watch some Game of Thrones, and then tonight we can have a little fun.” Amanda winked, causing Fiona’s cage to twitch in anticipation. She wanted desperately to unlock immediately, but she was excited to spend time with Amanda nonetheless.

They finished up their breakfast and moved to the couch. This was the first time they had watched a show together since dating, without the distraction of teasing or company. Fiona took the corner, and Amanda snuggled up in her arms. However, Fiona found herself regularly distracted from the show. Feeling Amanda pressed up against her definitely ignited her arousal, but it was more than that. Feeling the warmth of Amanda’s skin against her arms, the soft tickle of her hair against her face, her smell with every one of Fiona’s breaths. It was so comforting just to sit and cuddle with her, and it took all of Fiona's willpower not to constantly squeeze tightly and nuzzle into her.

The day passed quickly. Even though Fiona was desperate to unlock, the more time they spent together, her denial was pushed further and further back in her mind.

They watched a few episodes, then took a break to play with Momo, leading her around the house with a laser pointer. After some strenuous convincing, Amanda agreed to play the piano for Fiona. Fiona could see how nervous she was, from her anxious rambling before playing, to the warm tint in her face and uncomfortable shifting as she stalled. However, once she finally started, she was leagues better than Fiona was expecting. Fiona exploded with praise, immediately asking for another song. The genuine relief and joy on Amanda's face was heart warming.

They spent the next hour together at the piano. Amanda played several songs for Fiona. She showed her the basics of sheet music, and explained which notes correspond to which keys. She taught Fiona Hot Cross Buns, which she joked was the perfect first song for such a baker. Then she moved on to teaching the right hand of a more complicated song, while she played the left. They laughed as they struggled through their duet, Fiona unable to keep any semblance of a constant tempo.

While they were sitting together on the piano bench, practicing a section of their song, Amanda leaned over to Fiona’s side. She slid her hand under Fiona’s, playing the section Fiona was struggling with and showing her which fingers should press which keys to make it easier.

“See, if you switch to your thumb on this key, then on the faster notes after it you don’t have to move your hand around. Got it?” Amanda’s face was so close to Fiona’s. Her silken black hair draped elegantly behind her ear. She turned to face Fiona, checking to see if she had understood her instructions.

Before she had a chance to say anything, Fiona leaned in and kissed her. Amanda’s eyes widened in surprise, too slow to react before Fiona’s timid nature forced her to withdraw. Fiona’s cheeks burned under Amanda’s gaze, her shocked expression only adding to Fiona’s nerves. She turned away, unable to hold eye contact. Amanda’s surprised face gave way to a giddy smile. She softly grabbed Fiona’s chin, turning her back towards her. She held Fiona’s face close to her own, before leaning in to return another kiss. Amanda pulled away first, smiling only inches from Fiona’s lips.

“I think that’s enough piano for tonight.” Amanda whispered, still holding Fiona’s chin. “Now, I think it's time for you to go to your room. Strip off your clothes. And lay down on your bed while you wait for me.” Amanda spoke soft and slow, giving time for each command to set in. Fiona nervously bit her lip, before nodding.

Fiona rushed to her room, immediately stripping and tossing her nightgown to the floor. She ran her hands down her thighs as she tried to calm herself. Five days. Her arousal was coursing out of control. Her body tingled with anticipation, reenacting in her mind all the times she had cum in the past, trying to remember the feeling. She scampered onto her bed, before taking a few deep breaths. She eyed the door, her cage twitching as she sat fully exposed.

A few minutes passed before Amanda finally entered. She was wearing an oversized, purple shirt slipped off of one shoulder. Its length draped down to her upper thighs, inviting Fiona to wonder if she was wearing anything underneath. Her hair was flipped to one side, showing off her smooth neck and exposed shoulder. Hanging from her neck were Fiona’s keys, clearly visible against Amanda's alluring skin. Her beauty almost distracted Fiona entirely, but she also noticed a box under one of her arms.

“Hi…” Fiona managed to squeak out. Her voice weak, like a nervous teenager talking to someone out of their league.

“Hi,” Amanda grinned, pumping her eyebrows once teasingly. Fiona laid down across the bed as Amanda approached. She walked over to the bed and placed the box at its base. She sat along the edge of the bed, looking down at Fiona’s form. She ran a finger slowly up Fiona’s outer thigh, across her stomach and up towards her chest. She pulled away just before she reached her breast. Fiona shivered at the contact, taking a deep breath.

“Before we start,” Amanda spoke softly, her eyes still tracing every inch of Fiona’s body. “There is something I want to try out.” She finally broke her gaze, leaning over and rummaging through her box. She pulled out a thick black leather cuff about three inches in width, with two belt straps across either side. It had a firm but soft tempur-pedic type interior. Attached to one side was a solid metal ring, with a cargo strap coiled and hanging off it. “Your wrist please,” Amanda held out the open cuff. Fiona obeyed. Amanda pressed the cuff closed, sliding the belt straps through their buckles. The firm foam material pressed against Fiona’s wrist on all sides. Not too tight, but tight enough that the cuff didn’t shift on its own. Fiona gave it a few test tugs. The foam would stiffen against the bulge of her hand, preventing any movement while distributing the pressure equally all around her wrist.

“How’s that? Good?” Amanda asked, watching Fiona tug on the cuff. Fiona nodded. “Good. Give me your other wrist then.” Amanda quickly latched cuffs around Fiona’s other hand, and around both her ankles as well. Fiona tingled in anticipation. She loved the look of the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and they felt firm and sturdy. It was clear these were not a chintzy knock-off brand. She was sure they could easily support more force than she could muster, which only ignited her arousal.

“Alright, lay back. Spread your arms and legs to the corners of the bed. As far as you can.” Fiona complied. She felt incredibly exposed, somehow even more naked than she had been only moments before. Amanda went corner by corner, pulling the cargo straps tight against the bed, over the corners and around the legs of the frame. The ends had a metal toothed buckle. One that could be slid over a section of the strap and flipped into place, preventing any sliding or loosening whatsoever, all while still being easy to manually remove.

With every limb strapped into place, Fiona felt her throat tighten. Precum leaked out of her cage. Every added restriction made her feel ever more exposed. More helpless. Before long, her limbs were stretched out as far as they could go, unable to shift them more than a few inches. Amanda stood back to admire her work.

“Alright, try to get out.” Fiona wiggled her arms and legs, pulling against the straps. “Oh c’mon, where’s the energy?” Amanda teased, crawling onto the bed, sitting on her knees at Fiona's side. “I wanna see if you can really get out.”

Amanda quickly wiggled her fingers against Fiona’s sides, tickling them. Fiona jolted against the sudden attack, straining against the binds with force she didn’t know she had. Every instinct in her body told her to pull her arms down and protect her sides, but the cuffs held with ease.

“Amanda! Stopstopstopstop!” Fiona squealed through her laughs, wiggling her body as much as she could, trying to dodge Amanda’s fingers with her severely limited range of motion. Her legs kicked against the bed. She pulled her fingers inwards trying to slip a hand free of the cuff, shifting her body to pull on one arm as much as she could. She could hardly even buck her hips or turn her core, since her limbs were bound fully extended, she had no leverage or leeway. No matter what she tried, she remained as spread and helpless as she was moments before. After a few seconds that seemed like hours to Fiona, Amanda seemed satisfied with the binds.

“Now that's trying to get out.” Amanda's fingers switched from torturous tickling to soothing caresses, sliding down Fiona’s sides and over her hips. She took a satisfied sigh as she looked down at Fiona’s helpless form, still panting as she recovered from the sudden assault.

“I just wanted to make extra sure that you couldn’t get out. I know five days has been like… an eternity for you. So I don’t want to have to worry about your willpower whatsoever. I can have the peace of mind that no matter how horny you are, once I unlock you, you won't sneak a hand down and steal an early release. Plus you get the peace of mind knowing that you don’t have a say in anything at all tonight! Win win!”

Fiona groaned at Amanda’s words. She knew she had some sort of merciless teasing planned. There would be no other reason to bind her so tightly. But she held onto the fact that Amanda's words still reinforced the fact that at some point that night, she’d finally get released.

“Now… First things first.” Amanda ran a hand through her hair, flipping her head to shift all her hair to the other shoulder. She grabbed the necklace and lifted it over her head, sliding the chain down the entire length of her hair, sending beautiful shimmers as it tumbled through the loop. She took the keys and placed them on Fiona’s pelvis, just above her trembling cage. “I’ll just leave these here. You don’t mind?”

Fiona whimpered, looking down at the keys resting against her skin. So close to her cage they were nearly touching. Her hands instinctively reached for them, straining against her bindings. Her eyes were locked on the keys, when Amanda's thigh suddenly blocked the view. Amanda flipped a leg over Fiona’s core, straddling her just above the keys. Fiona could feel her smooth thighs glide against her sides, and her bare butt press against her stomach. Despite being able to feel she was bottomless, her long shirt still shielded the sight.

Amanda ran her hands up Fiona’s front, cupping the underside of her breasts and squeezing them. Fiona exhaled in pleasure, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation. But to Fiona’s dismay, her hands didn’t stop on her breasts. They continued up to her shoulders and passed onto the bed. She opened her eyes to see Amanda leaning over her, supporting herself on either side of Fiona’s head.

She was so beautiful. Her shoulder poking gracefully out from her shirt. The waterfall of flawless hair pouring over one side and against the skin of Fiona’s arm. Her eyes dim, yet still vivid and deep, gently highlighted by the low light of the room. Fiona was enthralled.

Amanda leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Fiona’s lips. She eagerly pressed up to match, but Amanda pulled back, maintaining only a soft presence, beckoning Fiona to slow down. Fiona understood, laying back as Amanda gave her another soft kiss. And another.

She ran a hand through Fiona’s hair, sending shivers through her as her nails dragged lightly against her scalp. Her other hand slipped around Fiona’s neck, gently grabbing its underside and holding her close. Fiona exhaled in ecstasy. She wanted to run her hands through Amanda’s hair. Grab her back and pull her closer. Roll her over, kiss her neck and thrust into her. But her arms were held firmly in place, resigned all her control to Amanda.

Amanda continued for what seemed like hours. Every kiss was just as slow and gentle as the kiss before, but somehow each one felt more intimate. Fiona’s lips felt like silk. Amanda had only intended to kiss her a few times, but every kiss set her stomach aflutter, inviting another. Amanda finally pulled away, resting her forehead on Fiona’s as she breathed heavily, cupping either side of Fiona’s neck with her hands.

“I lo-” Amanda's voice faltered. She had whispered so quietly it slipped Fiona’s ears. She held herself there, feeling Fiona's skin against her face as emotions she had never felt before surged through her, twisting her stomach and throat into dancing knots. Silence filled the room for several moments.

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Fiona had lost herself in Amanda's lips when she had suddenly stopped. She waited for instructions. Teasing. For Amanda to start kissing her again. But nothing. She simply held Fiona close, resting against her head.

“Amanda…?” Fiona whispered. She shifted her face up, nuzzling against Amanda's cheek. Amanda pressed back into her for a brief moment before suddenly sitting up completely. She ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. Under the dim light of the room it was hard to tell, but Fiona thought Amanda’s face was deeply flushed. For a second, she thought Amanda seemed almost… embarrassed. But before she could truly process it, Amanda flashed her usual teasing smile.

“That should be enough of a warm up,” Amanda teased, her voice cracking as she broke her silence, before quickly returning with her customary confidence. She reached behind her and grabbed the keys off Fiona’s skin, dangling them playfully in the air. “You think it's time to use ‘em?”

Fiona was horny like never before. Even without her five days of denial, Amanda’s kisses somehow felt more exciting than hours of edging. She had never felt so pressed against the steel of her cage.

“P…pleeease,” Fiona moaned, pressing her hips up into Amanda as much as she could. Amanda giggled, before flipping her leg across Fiona, kneeling next to her. She dragged the keys across Fiona’s skin, starting between her breasts and slowly trailing them down her front. Once she reached Fiona’s cage, she leaned forwards, instigating a frustrated whine from Fiona as she kissed the steel of the cage.

Amanda flipped her legs out from under her, laying on her side along Fiona, her head leveling with Fiona’s stomach. Her shirt shifted up as she settled, exposing her fully erect unit, leaking precum against Fiona’s thigh. She slipped the key inside the lock, twisted it, and pulled it out.

Fiona rolled her head back in pleasure, expecting her cage to burst open and feel the wonderful rush as her cock hardened for the first time in forever. But it didn’t. Amanda pressed her hand against the steel, holding it in place despite the absence of the lock. Fiona stared in confusion as Amanda put the keys away, still holding the cage in place. With both hands free, she quickly pulled the cage off. Before Fiona’s cock could react, Amanda pressed her free hand against it, pushing it firmly into Fiona’s body, preventing her from hardening.

Fiona inhaled sharply, feeling Amanda's warm skin against her cock for basically the first time. Her cock throbbed and pulsed, straining to harden against its new flesh cage. Amanda slipped her fingers around the base of the ring, and while pressing her thumb against Fiona’s cock, she slipped the ring over it, working its way off her balls as well.

“Ohh fuck…” Fiona moaned under her breath, feeling her cock tingle as it was finally allowed to harden. A burning, primal desire overwhelmed her, straining powerfully against her binds in an attempt to stroke herself. She bucked her hips as much as she could, as if believing she could bring her cock to her hands if her hands couldn’t go to her cock. She tried to roll over and grind against the sheets of her bed, but with how extended her limbs were bound, she wasn’t able to twist nearly enough.

“Godddd Amanda stroke it. Please God stroke it, I’ll do anything!”

“Do you think you can handle it?” Amanda teased, watching Fiona’s cock bob and twitch. “Becaaause… You aren’t allowed to cum just because I’m touching your cock. You have to hold it until you get permission. And right now…” Amanda ran her finger just above Fiona’s cock, barely avoiding contact. “It looks like you might cum just from a graze.”

Fiona took a deep breath, trying to calm down her throbbing unit. Even without touching it, a trail of precum had already run down her shaft. Amanda grinned.

“Let’s give you a bit of time to calm down. Readjust to being hard again. In the meantime…” Amanda nuzzled into Fiona’s neck, pecking it gently over and over. One of her hands glided across Fiona’s skin as it moved to her nipple. She squeezed it softly, twisting it between her fingers. She’d spend a minute or so one one nipple, then move to the next. Switching between them as she nibbled and kissed along Fiona’s neck and shoulders.

Fiona’s ragged breaths calmed. Amanda's gentle kisses and tender teasing was almost a massage. She was still incredibly horny, perhaps even moreso. But her fervent desire to cum waned slightly as she relaxed into enjoying the stimulation of the moment.

“You’ve been incredible since I locked you up,” Amanda whispered against Fiona’s neck. “I want to give you a bit of a reward. And since you’ve never experienced a handjob before…” Fiona’s breathing excited. She pulled weakly against her restraints, arching her hips what little distance she could towards Amanda’s hands. Amanda placed her hand on Fiona’s chest, slowing Fiona down.

“Shhh,” She whispered calmly, nearly giggling. She grinned at Fiona’s apparent excitement and need. “If I’m gonna allow this, we have to set up some ground rules. First, you tell me when you’re getting close to the edge, and when you hit the edge.” Amanda began sliding her hand down Fiona’s front at a torturously slow pace.

“Second, you are not allowed to cum without permission. I know you want to cum more than anything, but that decision is not up to you. If you want to be allowed to unlock with any amount of regularity, you will never break this rule.” Fiona nodded nervously.

“And lastly…” Amanda’s hand had passed Fiona’s navel, hovering barely an inch from Fiona’s aching cock. “I want you to really enjoy this. Savor it. Engrain it into your memory. That way, you have something to compare to being trapped in your cage. To have a better grasp on the pleasure I get to feel when I use you whenever I want, and to really understand how good touching can feel. That way your cage is that much more torturous...” Fiona whined softly.

“You ready?” Amanda’s sultry voice ignited her. Fiona nodded excitedly. Amanda laid beside Fiona, kissing her on the neck, circling her hand around Fiona's cock only a few inches away. Fiona watched in disbelief, time seemingly slowing as Amanda’s hand approached her cock. Amanda's thumb pressed against Fiona’s base, her fingers wrapping gently around its backside. Fiona let out a powerful moan as Amanda tightened her grip, slowly pushing up her shaft, forcing a thick burst of precum to push and and drip across Amanda's fingers.

Amanda pulled her hand away, twisting a single finger around Fiona's tip, covering it in precum, before trailing it down the backside of Fiona's cock. Waves of pleasure flooded through Fiona, causing her toes to curl.

“Ohhh God,” Fiona moaned. Amanda continued gliding across Fiona’s cock, adding another finger. Fiona bucked in pleasure. It was an entirely different animal than the vibrator over the cage. Her skin tingled with stimulation, every movement seemed to thrill her to her core. “I’m-I’m getting close, I’m close I’m close!”

Amanda's fingers slowed cruelly. Fiona groaned as she bucked, trying to grind against them for more stimulation. Amanda giggled in delight, holding her fingers still to let Fiona try to pleasure herself to release. Fiona struggled to get enough pressure. Amanda’s fingers were already slathered in precum, causing Fiona to slip easily from side to side, unable to press firmly against them. Fiona bucked desperately, slowly creeping closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m close I’m close I’m close, oh fuck I’m on the ed- I’m gonna cum-I’m cumming-!” Amanda withdrew her fingers, watching Fiona thrash into the air, trying helplessly to reach their new height. She whimpered, her cock pulsing as it tingled just before the point of no return.

“That didn't sound like a question.” Amanda drew circles on Fiona’s stomach, smearing the precum across her skin. “Rule 2, sweetie. You do not cum without permission. You don’t tell me you’re gonna cum. You beg for it.” Amanda placed her bare thigh across Fiona’s, using it to press her into the bed and calm her thrusting.

“Please let me cum, Amanda. It’s too much, I’m too horny. I need it, pleeeease!” Amanda left Fiona's cock twitching untouched for a minute, listening to her beg. Finally, she placed her finger against Fiona's cock once again.

"No. You do not have permission. Your reward is the handjob, not cumming." Fiona groaned, involuntarily pressing her hips against Fiona's fingers at the comment. "But since it's your reward, I'll let you enjoy it for as long as you'd like."

"Goddd yesss, harder pleeease."  Fiona's moans grew louder and louder, rolling her head back from the gentle grazes of Amanda's fingers.

"I'm getting close, fuck yes pleeease. I'm-I'm on the edge… Uggggggh!!" Her body ached with need, thrusting helplessly into the air as Amanda pulled away. "Mooore, God please don't stop!"

After another pause to let Fiona drop off the edge, Amanda wordlessly complied. She tried a variety of techniques: One finger, two fingers, her full hand with quick powerful strokes down her whole shaft, painfully slow strokes taking several minutes to build up to edge, polishing Fiona's tip with her palm. With every technique, she brought Fiona to the brink, just to leave her teetering in frustration.

After every edge, Fiona would find herself immediately begging for another. Fiona could hardly think. She knew that without cumming, the more Amanda edged her, the harder it would be. But she couldn't stop herself. She needed to feel something between her legs. Anything. It didn't matter how torturous.

Amanda laid silently against Fiona, resting her head on her panting chest. After every edge, Amanda would simply hover her hand above Fiona's twitching cock, patiently waiting for Fiona to creep off the edge. She'd wait to see if Fiona wanted her to continue, and once she begged, Amanda would quietly start again.

When Amanda said she'd let Fiona enjoy her reward for as long as she wanted, she meant it. Over an hour had passed, along with countless edges. Fiona's cock and stomach were completely slathered in precum, a pool so wide drips ran down her sides in places.

Amanda's patience was infinite. She showed no sign of irritation, no impatience with Fiona's endless desire for more. The only shift in her behavior was her increasingly restless hips. Her bare thigh rested on top of Fiona's, allowing her to gently grind herself against Fiona's side. As the edges passed, Amanda slicked Fiona's side in her own precum, slowly yet continuously grinding.

"Ugggggh!!" Fiona pulled furiously at her binds, straining every which way to try and push herself over the edge. But once again, she balanced on the brink, slowly slipping back under it. "I can't… I can't I can't, no more edges, please…" Amanda's hand froze as she was reaching back for Fiona's cock, almost edging her again out of habit.

"You sure…?" Amanda responded hesitantly, as if expecting Fiona to cave and beg for another.

"It feels so… so good, I don't ever wanna stop. But I'm getting so horny I can't-I can't even think. I neeeed to cum. I can't… I can't handle more edging." Amanda picked her head up off Fiona's chest, looking at the glowing clock on Fiona's alarm.

"Almost 2 hours. That's a good starting spot. I expected you to break and beg for your cage after only a few edges." Amanda sat up, swinging her leg over Fiona's stomach to straddle her. "I was getting pretty pent up, edging you for so long. With how quickly I could push you to the edge, and how long I edged you for… God I can't hardly imagine how many you suffered through."

Amanda sat down on Fiona's stomach. Her bare butt slipped smoothly against Fiona's skin, the pool of precum providing an overabundance of lube.

"Jesus you really leaked… You're so perfect as a dripping mess…"  Amanda leaned in towards her, speaking seductively. She grabbed Fiona's neck, pulling her head slightly towards her as she kissed her. This wasn’t like their previous kisses that night. She kissed with force, eagerly biting Fiona’s lower lip before kissing her again. Fiona felt Amanda begin to grind against her upper stomach, her cock stretched to between Fiona’s breasts, precum quickly slicked its path.

Amanda moaned against Fiona’s lips. She quickly felt herself approaching the edge, forcing herself to slow down and enjoy it.

Fiona squirmed beneath her. Amanda’s lips, her throbbing cock finally unlocked, the feeling of helplessly straining against her cuffs, Amanda’s moans. All after being edged into oblivion. It was too much. Fiona’s mind faded away. Any semblance of thought escaped her, as she surrendered entirely to Amanda’s presence. Her sense of time collapsed, unsure if it had been minutes or hours. Her only goal was kissing Amanda, feeling her grind against her skin.

Amanda pulled her lips away. She grabbed Fiona's hair and pulled her head down, forcing her to watch as she grinded against her tits. Amanda arched her back breathing heavily. Without warning, cum erupted from Amanda's cock. Fiona barely closed her eyes in time, before her face was covered in Amanda's cum. She instinctively opened her mouth, and while some landed inside, more covered her face and neck.

Fiona panted as the the hot ropes dripped down her face, her cock pulsing jealously. Amanda took a few deep breaths, before hopping off of her and scurrying towards her box.

"So after 5 days of denial, dozens of hours of teasing, being bound down for nearly two hours of back to back edging, and also covered in cum, I think now is probably the ideal time to try this baby out?"

Fiona was hardly listening, too focused on feeling the drips of hot cum trail down her face, imagining it was hers. She was easily horny enough to plaster her own face, even tied down flat.

“I got this with my big bag of goodies, and have been dying to test it out.” She pulled out a small strip of twine, and what looked to be a black, opaque condom, without the small bulb on its tip.

“I needed to tease you on a whole new level to make the most of this. I’m sure you’re already as hard as you can be, but just to make sure…” She wrapped the twine around Fiona’s cock, softly tightening it until it had the effect of a cock ring. She tied it off with a pretty bow, and shifted her attention back to the strange black condom. Fiona was already so horny, she figured she couldn't get any harder. But once the twine was tied in place, she could feel her cock get even more dense. Throbbing and aching in desperation. She was harder than she had ever been in her life. Even some veins were visible as her cock twitched hungrily.

“This thing is pretty crazy. It's basically a super stretchy condom, but with some added effects. See, when it warms up, say… when pressed against some human skin, it slowly begins to harden.” Amanda placed the black rubber against Fiona’s tip, and began unrolling it down Fiona’s shaft. Once she got to the balls, she easily stretched its base, and rolled it over them as well. The rubber was incredibly flexible, stretching enough to allow her balls to rest where they normally reside, rather than compressing them like she expected. All while it seemed to vacuum seal to her skin, mimicking every ridge, every vein. Every aspect with painstaking detail. It was hard to even tell it was there, aside from her cocks shift in color to pure black.

“And once it's fully hardened, I’ll have a perfect replica of your cock, down to every little detail. That way, whenever I wanna see it, I won’t even need to unlock you! You can even take a picture of your cock and send it to the company along with the replica, and they’ll even paint it to match! They have a whole host of options once you have the replica made, and that's a world I was very eager to explore.” Amanda whispered into Fiona’s ear, before playfully biting it. She moved to Fiona’s neck, distracting her with soft pecks until the replica was fully hardened.

Amanda tapped the mold with her finger.

"Can you feel that?" Amanda asked, rubbing her finger up and down the backside of the mold. A technique she had used to edge Fiona countless times only moments before. But this time, Fiona couldn't feel a thing.

"Mmmm no," Fiona pouted, remembering how amazing that would have felt if she could.

"Not at all?" Amanda confirmed, almost giddy. She shifted from her finger to her hand, stroking it. Fiona shook her head, letting Amanda know she couldn't even feel that.

"Eeeeek!" Amanda bounced with excitement. "That means I can finally try something. I've been dying to test this out after seeing how small and cute you were last time you were unlocked. But I wasn't ready to give you the sensation. But since you can't feel…"

Fiona's eyes nearly burst from shock as Amanda brought her head down over Fiona's encased cock. She took her entire length into her mouth easily. Fiona felt Amanda's nose press firmly against her skin, twisting her head as she pressed, trying to take in more, but there was no despite there being no more to take.

Fiona groaned loudly, rolling her head back. She had fantasized about what a blowjob would feel like for years, and despite being completely inside Amanda's mouth, the mold prevented her from feeling a thing.

Amanda pulled off Fiona's cock with a wide smile.

"It's so adorableeee! I can't get enough! As rock hard as you can get, and I can deep throat you no problem!" Amanda gave it one more kiss for good measure, before beginning the process of removing the mold.

It took a little time, but Amanda was able to grab the base of Fiona’s cock, gently pulling the skin as she worked her balls out of the firm cast before sliding the replica off Fiona’s cock. Amanda undid the twine cock ring. She pulled out her phone a took several pictures of Fiona’s cock from varying angles. Fiona hardly noticed, her body buzzing as she ran the image of Amanda’s lips wrapped around her cock over and over in her head. Once Amanda was done, she shifted her attention back to the mold she had created, bouncing happily as she studied her prize.

“It seriously looks exactly the same! Aside from the color of course, but we’ll get that fixed. See, don’t you agree?” Amanda held the replica cock close to Fiona’s face, before licking slowly up its side.

“Mmmmmm please, please use your mouth on me. Even just for a second!” Fiona whimpered, poutily kicking and wiggling her arms.

"No way, you got to experience a handjob for the first time today. That's enough of a reward." Amanda winked, placing the replica cock to the side.

“I got one more surprise for you!” Amanda exclaimed. Fiona rolled her eyes as Amanda went back to her box, quickly grabbing something out and hiding it behind her back

“This one is probably my favorite ” Amanda grinned in anticipation, wiggling as she made a show of delaying the surprise. Finally, she pulled her hand into view. “Ta-daaa!” She was holding a chastity cage. A flat one.

“You don’t mean…”

“Isn’t it adorable!” Amanda burst out. “It’ll be perfect for your new cage. Sure, it’s a bit smaller, but I’m sure we can squeeze you into it. Plus, that’s what makes it so perfect. I mean it's flat! Flat! God…” Just the thought made Amanda roll her eyes back in excitement. “Let's get this baby on!”

“W-wait, umm…” Fiona’s mind raced for any excuse she could think of to avoid getting relocked. Let alone in an even smaller cage. “Don’t you wanna… umm… I’m too hard!” Fiona burst out, settling on an excuse she hoped might stick. Amanda narrowed her eyes at Fiona, smiling as if to say, ‘really?’

“That’s perfect actually! I could go get the ice again, but this will give me an excuse to test out a new method for relocking you.” Fiona pouted, trying fruitlessly to pull her hands down and shield herself, but there was no escaping it. She was completely helpless, and she was getting relocked, whether she wanted to or not.

“So the theory is…” Amanda took her hand and cupped the tip of Fiona’s cock. “If you apply firm and constant pressure, eventually you can soften someone up. You don’t push hard, obviously I don’t wanna injure you, but given enough time, I should be able to press you small enough to fit you into your ring and cage, no orgasm required!” She pressed down gently on Fiona’s cock. It throbbed as it tried to fight its fate, but with every pulse, it shrank ever so slightly. Eventually, Amanda had her palm pressed flat against Fiona’s pelvis, compressing her cock completely inside her.

Amanda slipped Fiona’s balls through the new ring, before sliding her flaccid cock through the ring as well. It glided in easily, as it was completely covered in precum it had expelled while it shrunk. Before it had a chance to regrow, Amanda pressed the flat plate against Fiona’s tip, pushing her cock back almost completely before locking it in place.

“Oh my Godddd!” Amanda squealed, wiggling in excitement. “It’s so freaking cute! It’s perfect!” Amanda ran her finger across the metal plate, scooping up a bit of precum that had already pushed through, smearing it across Fiona’s balls.

Fiona had never felt so tight in a cage. It was like it was constantly squishing her, suffocating any chance of getting remotely hard. Her cock pulsed constantly, straining against its crushing prison. Fiona felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her, hardly able to even imagine this as her new permanent cage.

Amanda stood up and unshackled Fiona’s ankles.

“Only one last thing to do... Christen it! And since, well… We know you won’t be cumming…” Amanda grinned in excitement as she crawled back onto the bed and between Fiona’s legs.

Fiona's new cage ignited something within her. After all the teasing she had gone through, she knew more stimulation would only worsen her denial. But relocking made her body scream for attention. With her aching cock relocked, there was only one option for her. She spread her legs eagerly, bucking gently into the air. She didn’t care if it would make it worse, she didn’t care if it was torture. She needed it.

“Mmmmm,” Amanda moaned at the sight. She pounced onto Fiona, excitedly kissing her neck as she positioned herself, before thrusting inside.

Fiona’s body ignited in pleasure. She pulled against the cuffs on her arms, greedily reaching for Amanda’s butt, hoping to pull her deeper inside. She moaned as her binds caught her. She used her feet to wrap around Amanda, clumsily pulling her closer as her hips bucked with need. Fiona felt like a personal fleshlight. Chained down to be used as much as Amanda wanted, while kept locked and denied. Perpetually desperate to please her.

It took Amanda little time to hit the edge. She pulled out, Fiona bucking and whining in protest as she did. Amanda erupted across Fiona, spraying her cage and stomach with ropes of cum. Fiona’s breath was shaky as she watched Amanda's cum plaster her cage. It almost looked like she had managed to cum herself. She moaned as she rocked her hips, imagining the sensation of cumming through her cage. Imagining if that cum was hers. Her entire body tingled with desire. She had been teased with Amanda's kisses, finally unlocked, edged for nearly two hours, only to be relocked in a smaller cage and covered in cum.

Despite her crushing arousal. Despite her throbbing cock and bucking hips, watching Amanda slump against her in satisfaction, her cum dripping across her locked cage, Fiona felt like it was all worth it.