ReleaseIsAPrivilege

Luna Part 3

Luna blushed as she started up her computer. This was the first time in a while she was nervous for a stream. She grabbed her contacts case, putting in her colored lenses as the system whirled to life. Her stomach tingled as she opened her phone, rereading her instructions.

Get on your stream, blindfolded and gagged, handcuffed to a chair. Once I see you are restrained, I’ll come in and unlock your cage. So if you wanna be released, give me your address.

She couldn’t believe she had actually given it to them. That she was actually following through with those instructions. She didn’t know anything about this person! But… She couldn’t think anymore. It had been over a month now. A month of constant throbbing. A month of leaking and squirming and desperately tugging on her prison, begging for a miracle to somehow let the cage just snap and fall off. A month since she gave her keys to a total stranger in order to keep her secret. She couldn’t hold out anymore. She knew there was no way she could ignore the need between her legs and move on with her life, so she might as well cave in and meet this person earlier rather than later.

At least they had promised to unlock her. She knew nothing about them, but so far they seemed to keep their word. And that was just enough hope to push her over the edge. 

Luna took off her clothes. She adjusted the webcam, to make sure it could see her in her entirety while sitting on her wooden kitchen chair. She wished she could use her gaming chair, but there were no slots to be able to restrain her, so a hard wooden chair was her only option. She grabbed her facemask. Her heart raced as she hesitated, her finger floating above the button to start her stream. Click

Luna could feel the heat of her cheeks against her mask. She couldn’t believe she was doing this! With every passing minute, she saw her viewer count continue to tick higher and higher. Each one was another person who’d watch as she put herself at the mercy of a complete stranger. She squirmed in her seat, passively greeting her viewers as they arrived. Once she felt the stream was large enough, she continued.

“H-hey everyone! Welcome! Today we have a bit of a unique stream planned… I-I am actually gonna have someone over…” Luna nervously chuckled.

-Oh shit for real? She’s only done solo streams before

-Daaaamn, wonder who? Definitely shoulda been me…

-She got a boyfriend I didn’t know about?

“Ummm, n-no not my boyfriend” Luna smiled through her mask. “Let’s just leave it a mystery for now! But here is the deal. They are coming over soon, so I am going to pre-restrain myself!” Luna forced herself to maintain her peppy streaming attitude despite her nerves. But as she began to bind herself, she realized it was becoming less of a front. 

Her nerves were still tossing her stomach about, but she felt a growing excitement bubble within her. An excitement she cursed. She shouldn’t be feeling any excitement! Her situation was terrible! But a month of denial, an audience for her submission to her captor, the strain of her cage. Each one was a drug that seemed to chip away at her reasoning. 

Luna turned from the camera, slipping the gag beneath her mask and tightening it in place. She placed the blindfold on her forehead, looking around to double check her surroundings before she continued. She showed the webcam her handcuff key, placing it on the wood of her chair between her legs. It wouldn’t be accessible with her hands, but given enough time, she was fairly confident she could push it off the chair with her thighs, feel around with her feet until she found it, and lift it to her hands with her toes. She didn’t think her blackmailer would show if the keys were still in her hand. But at the same time, she needed to be able to eventually escape if they never showed at all.

Luna nearly moaned as her handcuffs latched behind her. Each click made her shiver, until the metal was flush with her skin. She squirmed, pulling against the chain, showing the stream she was bound to the chair. 

Something about a blindfold was especially humiliating to her. Because of it, she couldn’t read her chat. It was like being placed behind a one way mirror, letting her stream watch and analyze her without being able to see their reactions. She clenched her thighs around her throbbing cage, feeling its precum wet her skin.

Luna heard the click of her front door. The sound made her jump from her skin, the reality of her situation quickly enveloping her. She tried to slip her hands through her cuffs, but they were solid. Her mind began racing, faster and faster with every faint approaching step. 

“Well isn’t this a sight to walk in on.” Luna froze. The voice was sultry and crisp, and definitely female... All this time, she was sure her blackmailer was a man. Over 95% of her audience were men, and her blackmailer had to be someone who had watched hundreds of hours of her streams. Was this better? Maybe a girl would be more merciful in giving her keys back. Although, she was the one who had blackmailed her in the first place–

Luna shuddered as she felt a smooth hand touch her shoulder, breaking her from her thoughts. It moved up her neck and against her face, before pulling off her blindfold. 

She saw a girl standing above her. About her height, with a short black bob, with a strip of red ruffled within her bangs. She wore a mask, but warm red irises peaked out from above it. She had a black crop top on with long cotton sleeves, short enough to clearly expose her underboob. The rest of her was naked, save a skimpy red pair of panties and black stockings.

Luna’s cage pulsed, letting a drip escape the metal and stretch to the wooden chair, a reaction she immediately cursed. She was hot. She was really hot. Luna could begrudgingly admit that. But being aroused by her blackmailer? Her face warmed the cloth of her mask, a mix of humiliation and anger. 

“So, in case you all didn’t know, I’m the person who’s been holding Kyra here’s keys. As you all know, she tends to unlock a bit too often on her own, so I felt she needed someone to help keep her in line.”

Luna’s eyes traced the chat. A part of her was pissed by how excited her chat was. Clearly they thought she was as attractive as Luna did. There was a collective appreciation of her stunning figure, and for her part in keeping Luna denied and tortured, telling her to keep it up. Luna squirmed, trying to block them out and focus on how she'd soon be unlocked. 

“The reason I’m here today is, I promised Kyra I’d unlock her tonight. We’ve broken her record by quite a bit, so she was due for a reward.”

-Booooo

-Unlock her? But that would just undo all the progress she’s made!

-How about after another month?

-its been a month, she should get to cum!

-Goddd yur hot, lose the shirt!!

-you should fuck her

-dont let her cum!

“Looks like your chat isn’t too enthusiastic about your release.” She said, turning to face Luna. “Maybe I should listen to them instead?” Luna’s eyes widened. She promised! She shook her head, whining against the gag.

“Ywh promthed!” Luna struggled. The thought of going through all this, only to not be unlocked? It was almost too much. She pulled her cuffs against the chair, pleading with her eyes.

“Awww, you’re right, I did promise. Hmmm, what about a middle ground then, chat?” The girl leaned over, grabbing her bag and pulling out a rolled up towel. “Stand up a bit for me, sweetie.” Luna almost snapped at her. A flash of rebellion sparked in her eyes. A flash that only made the girl smile. She stood, holding the towel as she waited patiently. Luna thought about resisting longer, but various consequences passed through her mind, chipping her down until she caved. 

Standing up was awkward. Her hands were still handcuffed to the back of the chair, afterall. She was barely able to lift from the seat, but it was enough for the girl to slide the rolled up towel beneath her, positioned squarely between her legs. Luna was guided back down to sit on the towel. It nearly lifted her off the seat, placing most of her weight on the towel, with her cheeks gently touching the chair. 

The girl reached into her bag, pulling out two pairs of leather cuffs. She walked around Luna, strapping one cuff to her ankles and lifting them up to strap the other cuff to the chair, keeping her feet from touching the ground. Finally, she pulled from her bag what Luna was dying to see: Her keys.

“So here is the deal. Many of you might not know this, but in order to get hard, the body actually begins its erection at the base of your body, between your legs.” The girl spoke as she approached Luna’s cage. Luna could hardly listen to her words, as she trailed the key along her metal cage. “This means that if you apply pressure to that spot before an erection…” She slid the keys into the lock. “Then you can stop it before it even happens.”

The girl turned the key and slipped off the cage. Luna moaned, as even the sensation of the metal sliding against her skin as it was removed felt overwhelming. Her hands instinctively strained against her cuffs, reaching for her cock. It was the first time it had been free in over a month, and it was begging for attention. But something wasn’t right…

Her cock twitched and throbbed, tingling desperately between her legs. But despite the overpowering arousal between her legs, she remained flaccid. Luna moaned, trying to lift her hips from the towel, but with her feet bound off the ground, she had no purchase. All she could amount to was squirming fruitlessly, much to the appeal of her audience. 

-damn its really working!

-her cock is already broken…

-think she’ll be able to cum? My gf couldn’t cum if she wasn’t hard

-are you gonna let her get hard at all????

-relock her right away!!

“Mmmm I’m not sure! After a month of denial, maybe she’ll be horny enough to cum even while soft? Although, I’m not sure if it's even possible for her… Should we find out?” Luna could hear her smile through her words. Her body reacted on its own, bucking her hips at the mention of cumming. Precum was constantly dripping from her soft cock, dribbling over her balls into a small puddle on the chair.

“MFFGHH!” Luna moaned as a pair of smooth fingers traced against her cock. After a month in her metal prison, it didn’t matter that she was soft. The contact felt divine. Looking down between her legs made her face burn. Her cock really did look broken. She had never experienced arousal like this, and yet she was completely limp, being squished and toyed with between her captors fingers, dripping like a cracked pipe.

It took all of ten seconds for her to reach the edge. Her cock was completely slathered in precum, slipping randomly between her fingers, unable to keep straight with its lack of stiffness. 

“Mm at duh edgth, preathe!! Duh towrr!” Luna pleaded through her gag. She squeezed, trying to force herself erect. But no matter how she strained, her cock remained limp, experiencing all the pleasure of a lubed handjob, without any of the release. Her body seemed to climb endlessly, searching for the top of the staircase. But each step seemed to place her just shy, beckoning her body to take another.

Her captor accelerated, pushing Luna to the brink. She didn’t even care who was pleasuring her anymore. Girlfriend or blackmailer. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was cumming. Her hands searched feverishly, but being bound to the chair, the only skin she could reach was her own butt. She gripped into it, trying to give herself the last nudge she needed.

“I’m thinking 1 more minute, what do you think, chat?” Her captor teased. “After that,” She leaned in closer to Luna’s ear. “You’ll be relocked. Afterall, I promised to unlock you. I didn’t promise to let you cum.”

She wouldn’t survive. The thought of relocking after this? A month of denial and the worst tease of her life, and still not being allowed to cum? The thought was terrifying. And exciting. The perfect combination to finally convince her body to cooperate.

Luna groaned, pushing her hips into her captors hand as she slipped over the edge. Her body tingled and tensed, the point of no return slipping into her rearview. But as her orgasm began, the usual pleasure and release she was accustomed to was nowhere to be found. 

Something was wrong. So wrong. Cum dribbled from her cock in a slow consistent stream. Leaking across her captors fingers without the faintest convulsion. Her core burned with need, a kind of ruin she had never experienced. Her captor was still stroking her, but it didn’t seem to matter. Without her erection, all there was to experience was frustration.

Luna shrieked against her gag, pulling so hard against her binds they dug into her skin. Her body shook, squirming desperately to escape as tears welled in her eyes. It seemed to last for eternity. She could feel her cum pool on her chair, the warmth on the bottom of her thighs as it grew. So much cum, yet not a modicum of relief. Her arousal climbed to heights she didn’t know possible, screaming and pleading against her gag.

“She came!” Her captor beamed, finally pulling away and letting Luna’s cum drip from her hand. “Although with that reaction, I guess it must not have been too satisfying, huh? You didn’t even convulse in my fingers at all. It’s like you just leaked it out!”

“Preathe… merthyyyy!” Luna whimpered, the throbbing between her legs stealing all the force from her voice.

“Mercy? What do you think that was! I just let you cum! You should be grateful you’re able to cum at all. If you weren’t able to, there is a very real chance that you’d never be able to cum again. Afterall, given enough time, I doubt you’ll be able to get hard at all, even without the towel.”

Luna’s stomach turned. Whether from excitement or dread, she couldn’t tell. She hadn’t gotten hard in over a month, and the last week or so, she could feel her erections getting weaker and weaker. Even unlocked, she wasn’t allowed to get hard. Given enough time… She knew her captor was right. She could keep her soft indefinitely, and eventually, she’d break. Without the ability to get hard, even if she managed to get her keys back somehow, she’d never be able to experience the pleasure of an orgasm again. If she couldn’t get hard, the hell she just experienced would be as close as she could get, blackmailed or not… A stream of precum leaked across her balls.

“Well with that, you’ve been unlocked and allowed to cum. Only one thing left to do!” Luna knew what was coming. She whimpered in protest, the thought of returning to her cage nearly driving her mad. Her captor grabbed her cage, kneeling beside her.

“Yknow…” Her captor started, wiggling Lunas cock with a finger, pressing down and easily compressing her flat. Even just a single finger, playfully squishing her to nothing was enough to give Luna shivers of pleasure. “You seem to be able to be squished pretty easily. This cage might be a bit big, huh? What do you think, chat?”

Luna’s eyes widened. She screamed into her gag, shaking her head.

-yesssss

-I always thought her cage was too big

-jesus, look at her thrash! she must be dying a bit

-omg she actually gonna have a broken cock at this point

-limp nub forever!!

“Seems to be a consensus!” Her captor teased. She shuffled through her bag, pulling out another cage. This one, a solid metal nub, about an inch shorter than her previous cage. Luna’s eyes watered, shaking as she tried to break free. Her hands were raw from trying to slip her metal cuffs, but she couldn’t care about that. Her captor left her locked up for a month. Even in her oversized cage, it was hell. If she locked her up in that little thing, and disappeared with her keys…

Time seemed to slow as her captor grabbed her balls, slipping them through the ring one at a time. Luna tensed as much as she could, straining and praying to get hard to prevent her from getting the cage in place. But her captor effortlessly squished her through the ring. She leaned in, whispering into Luna’s ear.

“My name’s Kay... Welcome to your new life.” Luna’s eyes were locked on her cock, watching it slowly disappear as Kay pressed her into her new nub. With no resistance, her limp cock squished inside, inciting a whimper as she locked it in place.

Once she was locked inside, Kay unbound Luna’s feet, allowing her to stand up and remove the towel. As if on cue, Luna felt herself begin to strain against her cage. But not as hard as she was expecting…

“Thanks for having me everybody! Torturing Kyra for you all was loads of fun. I’ll be taking the keys to the cage of course, but perhaps I’ll be back to unlock her again sometime.” She giggled, jingling the keys before snatching them in her hands. She grabbed Luna’s handcuff keys. Making sure Luna was watching, she dropped them on the ground, within toes reach. She winked, before grabbing her bag and coat, leaving Luna alone, throbbing in her new cage and sitting in a pool of her own cum.

Luna hurriedly searched for the keys, tucking them between her toes. She lifted them to her hands, and after a few moments of searching for the keyhole behind her back, she was free. She didn’t bother taking off her gag to talk with her stream. She simply waved, and shut off the stream. 

She collapsed to the ground. She had hoped that having her blackmailer–having Kay over would lead to her release. That she’d get unlocked, get hard, get to cum, and then hopefully get her keys back. But she was so wrong. She hadn’t realized she had been grinding her cage against the ground, wetting her carpet. It was unconscious, the moment her cage pressed against anything. All she could do was whimper and grind, running Kay's words through her mind over and over again.

Welcome to your new life.

Halo CYOA Starting point and specifics survey!

Hey! So I wanted to get a few more specifics down for Halo before we started! I decided to do it in a google forms page, so any ideas you guys had were anonymous, and I could do all the questions in one go rather than a bunch of surveys back to back! I know it might be a pain to follow a link for the survey, but please please participate! I would love to know what everyone's thoughts are and have her match the majorities desires, rather than just the active few! I'll leave this up for a few days before I confirm the results! I am super excited to hear what your thoughts are!

Muscle trace for torso

An exercise to help me ingrain the muscles of the torso, and recognize them in both obvious and less obvious situations! Definitely recommend a practice like this if you are trying to cement anatomy lessons!

Twitter image early release

Finally finished the twitter series I was doing! This wont be published on twitter for a few days to give you guys some early access haha, but I hope you guys like it! First time doing a rendered drawing in quite some time, and it was definitely a bit of a struggle lol. But helped expose some things I wanna work on too!

WIP

Sketch page!

Here is another! I think these are very good for me to do, honestly xD When I feel too intimidated to do a full illustration because of the stress of the rendering process, these are great for being able to still at least draw something! Hope you guys can find some enjoyment from them!

Quick sketches!

Just some more quick sketches! Trying a bit of contour faces rather than full head construction, and its definitely a challenge! If I could get good at just outlining the head and skipping the construction, that would be huge for speeding up my process and making more presentable sketches! So might do more of that practice in the future

Sketch page!

I had a lot of fun with this, and it will probably be something I end up doing more regularly! Doing more sketches is great for getting better and faster and poses and giving illustrations a bit more flow, and then designing the page itself to be aesthetic is a fun challenge on its own! I can also expose you guys to a lot of different poses, and maybe hear your thoughts on which ones could be fun to expand on, stuff like that! Think its a win win for both improving as an artist and finding inspiration for full illustrations. At least, I hope!

Torso Anatomy

Finally finished a project I had been stalling on for months! It has all the visible muslce groups for the torso at different angles! I have attached the clip file, which if you are interested in learning art, my be very useful! The muscles are seperated into different layers, and they are stacked in the order that the muscles actually rest upon one another. So you can turn off muscles groups to see underneath (although i didnt really do that with all of the hidden muscles of course). Ive also listed little information about muscle groups in notes along side them, but they are not the clearest I suppose haha. If you are inteseted in checking it out, I have the clip file attached!

I'm back!

After a month away, I am very pleased to announce that we're back in business! As of today, my Patreon is unfrozen, so anyone is able to join once again! Thank you to anyone who waited around, and sorry for the inconvenience! I was feeling incredibly burnt out, and struggling even to pick up a pencil at all. I took a full month to just, not pressure myself to create, and try to relieve some of that expectation that was creating such a barrier for me! Going forwards, I am going to be focusing on things a little differently for a bit. I'm gonna be doing a training arc I guess! xD

Before, I was very consumed with the belief that every drawing I posted had to be great. Every chapter had to be better than my previous, and all this pressure to perform for you guys just made creating become a huge burden I didn't want to even touch anymore. I don't wanna fall back into those same patterns, so I am going to be trying something a bit different! I will be focusing on improving as a creator in general, and not focusing on the individual quality of each of my creations. Doing more sketches, doing more studies, and trying to have fun with drawing again! Of course I will still be posting full illustrations and such, but they will not be all I post. I won't be trying to enforce a rigid posting schedule either. Leaving myself on a constant timer made creating difficult, and the more difficult it was to create, the more the timer weighed on me. It was a brutal feedback loop that killed all my excitement to create. Hopefully by not trying to push out a constant stream of full illustrations/chapters, my inspiration and drive will be maintained, and maybe my posting rate will even increase! One can dream! xD

Thank you to anyone who made it this far, and I am excited to be back and creating once again!

Pausing Patreon

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to let you guys know that I will be pausing patreon billing for the next month, and taking a break. It doesn't matter where in your membership you are, whether you just subscribed or if your month was almost over, your cycle will be extended and uncharged as if July doesn't even exist! New patrons will also not be able to join until July is over.

I have been struggling to create content recently, as some of you might have noticed with the decrease in activity. My relationship with creating has changed, where I put so much pressure on myself to get things out quickly and for them to be high quality for you guys, so much so that I am nervous to work on things. That if I start to work on a chapter or a drawing and it isn't good enough, then I feel as though I just wasted all that time and will be even later to publish something. And that leads to more pressure to make something and more nerves, just compounding on itself over and over until I don't even want to make anything anymore. I get too worried about what the quality of my work will be to even start on it. And that needs to change.

That dread to work has snuffed out my spark of inspiration. Sometimes I feel inspired to work on sfw characters and storylines, but since that doesn't align with my patreon, I feel too guilty to work on them rather than working on stuff for you guys, so I end up avoiding working on that too. I'm hoping to take a break and just work on things that excite me, and hopefully get back to enjoying the process of creating and being less driven by my fears.

Sorry for the rant, but I wanted to let you all know what's going on with me, and hopefully in a month, things will be a lot better! I love you all, and your support means more to me than you could know. I can't wait to be back to creating things for you all to enjoy.

Halo - Patreon CYOA Character!

This has been so much fun to make! One of my first times experimenting with cyberpunk attire, but I really like it! I left a lot of her information unknown, since I'm not sure where we want to go with her! It would be a lot of polls to find out all this stuff, but I am also not sure how else you guys would like to go about it? Would you guys want to list out potential scenarios you'd like as the start of her story? And then I can write a chapter on it and then in the comments of that chapter, list a bunch of potential paths for her next step? Run a poll on it, and continue the story? And fill out her other information as it comes up? I really like the idea of having the story ideas come from you all, since you all listed kinks I would not have thought of too! But if I choose the story paths and just let you all vote, then its only going to go wherever I can imagine it going. Let me know your thoughts!!

CYOA character WIP

CYOA Kinks!

A compilation of your guys' kink recommendations! Lots of familiar kinks here, as well as some new ones! You can vote for however many you'd like! The poll will be open for 3 days, and then I will begin crafting a personality/appearance to match the kinks you guys have listed! (or at least be trying to xD) Most of these seemed like they were listed assuming she would be the sub, which makes sense to me, but I added options at the end to determine if she was a top or bottom, just to be safe haha

CYOA Personality and kinks (Part 1)

So one of you guys gave the great idea of doing a poll for the list of kinks this girl might be into, and then I can kind of craft a personality type off of those list of kinks to make them fit, without having to do a big a million polls for different personality types that may or may not be conflicting, and trying to make a coherent character from that. So this is part 1 of that process.

If possible, please leave comments for various kinks you'd like added to the poll! I didn't wanna just list the kinks myself and make you all choose only from what I've listed, because then I am still effectively in control of the character, rather than you all! Please don't hesitate to list some, the more the merrier! I will be adding all of the options into a poll for voting after a bit!

CYOA Character design!

So to start things off, we need a character for all this stuff to happen to! I was not sure how to do the design in the best way, if i should just design the character myself, or have you guys design them. So I decided to do a poll for it! I've split the poll into different numbers, sine many of these things are mutually exclusive!
1 - biology

2- chest size

3- hair

4- world setting

Not sure how we should do personality and stuff like that, since a poll with a bunch of personality attributes might not be very clear or easy to translate into a character? Definintely let me know what you guys think in the comments. Very much open to ideas on how to do this to make it the most fun for you guys!

Choose your own adventure character?

So doing these twitter images got me thinking, would you guys be interested in a "patreon character" that you guys help create, and are able to control the direction and actions they take in various images/chapters? I was thinking it could be super fun! I am not sure how would be the best way to do it yet, or if you guys are even interested in it, but if you are/have any ideas, please let me know in the comments! So far, this is what I was thinking:

-I create various polls about directions a story could go, and most popular is the direction i go.

-I create a post asking YOU GUYS to comment directions you might want to see, and then most hearted comment is the direction we go/after a certain amount of time, i take all the comments and put them into a poll? This one seems especially fun, because if i create the polls, we are limited to whatever ideas I come up with. But if its comment based, then its really your guys' baby!

Let me know what you guys think about this! I think it could be pretty entertaining!

Twitter image - part 2

We hit the last goal on twitter, so I was able to create the next image in the chain! This is pretty fun, and I kind of want to think of a way to do almost a "choose your own adventure" style story with this. Where Fiona could be put into different situations depending on a vote or something? Not sure how I'd make it work in practice, since these images were designed to help me actually use twitter and have a purpose for it, and I don't want to use like and retweet as the options for the poll I don't think, since that would imply people could only do one or the other? We'll see! But definitely some potential for fun there!

Hours of torment...

A commission from one of you lovely patrons! Some of the most hardcore bondage I've ever drawn, but it was super fun!

Twitter image!

One of you guys gave me an idea to try out images like this, and honestly it seems really fun! I want to try doing it a little differently though, where its not just taking clothes off with reactions, but potentially adding things, and even using it as almost a poll to choose the direction of the images! I wanted to make a patreon version of it too. The naked image is not the image that will be released if it gets the heart goal. I plan on drawing a new image each time, and each time I will make a naked version exclusively for patreon? I think that is the direction I was thinking. Feel free to let me know your thoughts!

Soni and Celeste

While visiting a small town, Soni, a powerful monk, heard of a sadistic vampire terrorizing the town. A vampire called Celeste.

I am kind of planning on doing a full chapter for these two and their dynamic, but I've been galaxy writers blocked, so a very brief summary will have to do until then!

WIP

Designing fantasy characters!! Have an idea for a very different kind of dynamic between these two. Put in a few little hints for it!

Hope the park has a slow morning...

Here is a commission I was recently asked to make! Overall very happy with it. Definitely a fun mix of kinks when you put chastity in public!

Childhood Friends - Day 1

Day 1:

Crrrack!!

Clark let out a satisfied sigh as the round of wood finally split in two, his breath thick as smoke in the frozen night air. He rubbed his hands together, breathing warmth into them through his work gloves. He stared into the night sky as he rested. The absence of streetlights made the world around him vanish. The borders of his word were set aglow only by the streak of light from the flashlight on the ground beside him.

Clark reached down, brushing the snow off another piece of wood before propping it up on the stump. With more effort than he’d like to admit, he raised his maul above his head, bringing it down for another swing.

–

Clark tapped the toe of his shoe against the mat, knocking the stuck snow from his feet. The wood stuffed in his arms made the door handle a frustrating challenge, but eventually he was greeted with the warm interior of his home. He shuffled his way downstairs, dropping what little wood he could carry in the metal rack besides his fireplace.

He sighed as he shook off his frozen coat, cracking open the wood stove to toss a fresh log on the hot coals. He thought about going back for the rest of the wood outside, but he was too tired. He left it on the porch, so it was mostly out of the snow. He hoped it was enough. Clark flopped down on the couch, finally letting his muscles relax.

The house was completely dark, aside from the flickering fireplace and a few lit candles. He smiled. It was like his own little world. If he didn’t know better, he could believe he was a burly lumberjack in a cabin in the woods, rather than a scrawny man in the middle of a suburb. He pulled out his phone. Even with the brightness as low as could be, the black of the room made the screen pop.

Emergency Alert: Natson Valley is experiencing a large-scale power outage. Due to the traffic incident with the district power station, power is not expected to return for 5-7 days. If home temperatures drop, please evacuate to one of the following locations: Natson Valley Elementary, Adams Middle school, Natson Valley High School, or Bogart Theater.

Apparently a semi slipped off the road, plowing through the pylons of the station, requiring extensive construction before the grid could be turned back on. It wasn’t too bad though. Clark’s family home had a fireplace, and the city water was still up and running.

Clark’s heart startled as the silence of the home was shattered by his ringtone.

“Hey, Mom.” Clark answered.

“Hey, sweetie! I just wanted to call and check up on you, did you hear the news?”

“I mean, yeah… I’m here. Pretty obvious when there’s no power.” Clark laughed.

“Oh, I suppose so! What a time for us to vacation, huh? Sorry you had to house-sit during such an event! Are you staying warm?”

“Yeah, I got a fire going.”

“Oh that’s good, sorry we don’t have much wood already split. Your father’s been slacking on it.” Clark could hear her face drift from the phone as she shifted her attention to her husband.

“I’m not as young as I used to be.” Clark could hear his father’s voice, barely audible from his distance. “You splittin’ it okay, bud?” His voice rose substantially, coming through with much more clarity.

“Yeah it’s fine.” Clark responded. He didn’t want to admit just how tiring it had been. He wasn’t out of shape, but he was by no means the burly man his father was. “How’s Hawaii?” Clark asked, eager to change the subject.

“Oh it's the best!” His mother gushed. “I can’t believe it took us so long to visit! This will need to be a new tradition I think! It’s such a joy to get away from those icy roads and short days. The Hendersons really know a lot too, they could be tour guides! I’m so glad we decided to go as a group.”

“Glad to hear it. I should probably get going though, I don’t want my phone to die.”

“Oh that’s right, you can’t charge it. Alright sweetie, well if you need anything feel free to call. Oh wait! Before you go, Ashlyn was house-sitting for the Hendersons, and their house doesn’t have a fireplace like ours. I told them she was welcome to come over rather than trying to drive on those roads. You don’t mind, right sweetie?”

“Ashlyn!?” Clarks voice cracked a little. “No, Mom, I don't know about that. I mean I haven’t seen her in years. Natson High isn’t that far away, I’m sure the roads are good enough.”

“Oh don’t be silly! You guys were as close as could be when you were kids! Besides, I’m sure the High School is stuffed full. Our place would be much more comfortable. The Hendersons are on the phone with her as we speak, anyways. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Anyways, we’ll let you get off your phone. Don’t play games on it all night and run it dead. I want to be able to call you if need be, okay? I love you!”

“I-I know, Mom. I love you too.” Clark heard the click of the phone, but he didn’t pull it from his ear. His stomach was turning with nerves. 

The Hendersons had been their next door neighbors all his life. He had been friends with their daughter, Ashlyn, ever since they were toddlers. She was a rambunctious tomboy, with short pale green hair and vibrant, violet eyes. Her appearance and demeanor often made others mistake her for a boy. 

Once they entered middle school, Clark got a lot more self conscious about constantly hanging out with a girl, and he started distancing himself. The universe seemed to grant his wish, and they never shared another class going forwards.

Clark hadn’t changed much at all since then, both mentally and physically. He was a smaller guy, about 5’8”, with the muscular strength of a middle schooler. He had a mess of brown hair, with bangs enough to reach down to his brown eyes, and a set of glasses to border them. His shoulders were thin, a sharp contrast to the broadness of his fathers.

Despite the difference, his father never seemed disappointed, nor pushed him to follow his path. He didn’t make him try out for sports or act like the charismatic charmer he was. He was about as far from the quarterback, stud archetype as possible. One of the biggest signs of that was locked between his legs.

Ding dong!

Clarks heart jumped to his throat. She was already here? He was hoping she’d come over in the morning or further into the week if her house got really cold. He slowly slid his phone into his pocket, stalling as much as he could.

Dingdongdingdongdingdong!

“Alright, I’m coming.” Clark said, mostly to push himself off the couch. He hurried up the stairs, taking a few deep breaths at the door before opening it.

“Hey, Ash….lyn?” Clarks voice fumbled. She looked nothing like she had in the past. She was about Clark's height, maybe an inch or two shorter. Her face had matured, replacing her boyish shapes with piercing feminine features. Her hair was grown out and up in a messy top-knot. She had a poofy black coat pulled tight around her, nestling her head between her clenched shoulders.

“Sup, Kent.” She responded with a wide grin. “... You gonna invite me in?”

“Uhh, right! Yes, of course!” Clark stepped to the side, holding the door open for her as she stepped in.

“It’s freezing out there!” Ashlyn scurried past him, kicking off her slippers.

“Real shoes might’ve helped.”

“Your house was like 10 seconds away, and all I have are my boots. And those take way too long to lace up. You got a fire going?”

“Yeah I do, it’s right down the hall, and then–”

“I know where, dork.” Ashlyn shouted back as she hurried down the hall, disappearing into the black of his home. Clark mentally face-palmed. Of course she did. She’d been in his house probably a hundred times before. Clark took a deep breath as he locked the door, then followed suit.

“Jeez, this room is so much warmer than the rest of your house, huh?” Ashlyn was scrunched over by the fire. She was constantly wiggling, trying to capitalize on anything she could to warm up. 

“Yeah, I can get this room fairly warm, but it doesn’t stretch very far without central heating. My bedroom basically feels like 40 degrees.”

“That's about how my parents' entire house feels, so count your blessings.” Ashlyn laughed. 

The silence Clark had been fearing crept into the room. Ashlyn took off her bulky coat, tossing it to the side as she settled next to the flames. Clarks heart was racing. He hadn’t really talked to a girl since the last time he talked to Ashlyn. It had been close to a decade. And despite her personality feeling nostalgic, her stark difference in appearance did not help settle his stomach.

With her coat off, her figure was much more apparent. The last time he saw her, she was as flat as a board, with shoulders and hips reminiscent of a man. But she had definitely grown out of that. Her shirt hugged her full chest and thin waist, accentuating the curve to her wider hips. The hard, abrasive personality of her youth was contrasted by her now soft and alluring appearance. Clark tried to swallow the knot in his throat, attempting to ignore the growing strain between his legs.

So…” Ashlyn broke the silence. “What have you been up to?” Clark panicked, wondering if she could feel his eyes on her.

“Just been… staring at the fire I guess? Don’t have much else to do.” 

“I meant in general. Like… In your life... That's cool though.” Ashlyn giggled. She twisted on her butt to face him, letting the fire warm her back. Her smile was barely visible in the dimness of the room.

“Oh, right…” Clarks face burned. “I’ve uh–I’ve been going to college here.”

“Oh very cool. What are you studying?”

“Architecture.”

“Damn, way to go, Kent. I heard that can be super hard.” Clark smiled. Ashlyn had called him Kent since he was a kid. When they were kids, Ashlyn was a huge fan of cartoons. Her favorites were Pokémon and The Justice League. When they would play, Clark would call her Ash, and she would call him Kent. As if she was Ash Ketchum and he was Superman. Clark was a very timid and weak kid, so having her refer to him like he was Superman always made him smile.

“Thanks. What about you?”

“Nothing nearly as fancy. I’m a manager at the boutique in the mall. I’m hoping to one day work in the fashion industry or something.”

“Oh, yeah th-that sounds cool.”

“Thanks.” Ashlyn smiled, turning back to the fire once again, rotating herself like a fire spit. The crackle of the flames helped null the silence. “So. Is there a Missus Kent to-be?” Clark stiffened.

“No, unfort– No, there isn’t.”

“Aren’t there any girls in your fancy architecture classes?”

“Yeah, I mean, of course. But they’re in class, I’m not gonna talk to them there. It-It’d be rude.”

“Ahhh.” Ashlyn bobbed her head with a wide grin, clearly buying none of it. “Well. That’s very considerate of you. And here I thought it was because girls were a bit too scary for ya.” Ashlyn’s eyes flashed that teasing spark Clark had become so accustomed to seeing. 

“Yeah… Well, it's not that…” Clark defended unconvincingly. Ashlyn chuckled, rotating herself once again.

“By the way,” Clark clumsily interjected, eager to change the subject. “I haven’t used any of the hot water since the power went out, so if you want to take a shower tonight, it might still be a bit warm.”

“It’s fine, I can go after you. It's your house after all.”

“No, really it’s fine. My dad would kill me if I let you shower with cold water.”

“My, my. What a gentleman.” Ashlyn grinned, rummaging through her coat pockets, which she apparently stuffed with her toiletries, a portable phone charger, a change of clothes, and an assortment of other things. “Those poor architecture girls are missing out, huh?” Clark blushed. He turned from the flickering candle to his side, hoping the darkness would cover his face.

“The bathrooms just up the–” Clark silenced himself as Ashlyn stopped in place, tilting her head at him. She didn’t even have to say it, he could feel the, “really?” oozing out of her. “It–It’s right where it's always been.” Clark corrected. She smiled. She grabbed a candle as her torch and hopped up the stairs. 

Clark held his breath until he heard the faint echo of the bathroom door. A heavy sigh escaped him as he rubbed his hands across his face. He was already exhausted. He had talked more with Ashlyn in the last few minutes than he had with girls in the past few years. 

It didn’t help that Ash’s appearance had changed so much. She wasn’t unattractive before, but she was a bit too masculine for Clark’s tastes. Possibly one of the reasons he felt comfortable around her and got so close to her. But now? She was absolutely stunning.

Clark could feel the inside of his underwear was damp against him. He flushed at the memory of talking to her while in his current predicament. Maybe I should unlock while she showers, Clark thought to himself, about to head up the stairs to grab his keys. But he froze. He could feel himself straining against his cage the whole time. Maybe the cage was better? It at least prevented him from getting hard, and if she somehow noticed he was hard…? Clark shuttered with embarrassment. He turned back towards the basement, settling on the couch.

Clark had never been much of a top. He was too timid to talk to girls, let alone want to dominate them. Ever since he discovered what sex was, he knew he was a bottom. Something about a girl telling him what to do… It made him shiver. Of course, with how timid he was, he’d still only experienced it as a fantasy.

Clark could hear the water start. He shifted on the couch, trying to keep his focus on the fire, and not on the naked girl in his house. He got up and paced. Maybe he should get some activities out, to help pass the time once she was done? 

He walked down the hallway, opening up a closet. It was stuffed to the brim with dvds, and even some VHSs. However, without power, they were as entertaining as their cover art. He bent down to the lowest shelf, which had some board and card games. He grabbed a jigsaw puzzle and brought it to the living room. 

Ashlyn finished her shower in five or so minutes. She came bouncing down the stairs, her hair wrapped in a towel above her head.

“You can really feel how cold the rest of the house is when you’re soaking wet!” Ashlyn shivered, hurrying to the fire, scrunching down by it. She was wearing a loose, pastel pink tank top and some gray pajama shorts. Clark had a hard time pulling his eyes away.

“I mean, th-that’s not really winter attire, either.” He nervously chuckled.

“I knoooow,” Ashlyn groaned. “I was just about to do laundry when we lost power, so my wardrobe is pretty limited. I don’t even have a bra.” She laughed, rubbing her hands together in the heat of the flames. Clark’s face flushed, as he turned away from her, as if even looking at her with that new information would be inappropriate. 

“Well, I suppose I should take my shower now.”

“I tried to be quick, so hopefully you still have some hot water.”

“Thanks. I’ll be fine either way.” Clark hurried out of the basement, eager to escape Ashlyns gaze once again. 

Clark shut the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind him. He adjusted the shower temperature to moderate cool from the start, hoping to make whatever hot water he had last to avoid an ice cold shower. He striped and took a few deep breaths, fostering his willpower. With a decisive burst, he climbed into the shower.

It wasn’t quite as bad as he was expecting, reminiscent of a swimming pool. He hurried through his routine, determined not to find out exactly how much hot water he had left. The process felt strange. The dimness of his one candle and the cool water made him feel like a survivalist, bathing in a waterfall of a forest stream. 

He rinsed out his shampoo, quickly rubbing in conditioner and letting it sit while he lathered his body. He had no problem cleaning through the cage. He had lots of practice, and the cool water made it that much easier. He rinsed his hair and body, breathing in relief as he shut the shower off. He climbed out, reaching for the towel, but only finding an empty towel rack.

Shit, Clark thought to himself. He forgot to grab a fresh towel. He was used to living alone, so he only kept one clean towel in the bathroom at a time. A towel that was currently wrapped around Ashlyn’s hair. 

Oh well. He was sure Ashlyn would still be huddled around the fire. He could just grab a towel from the hallway closet on his way to his room. He tried to squeegee the water off his body with his hands, hoping to minimize how much he dripped across the house.

Clark grabbed his candle as he opened the door. But just as he left the bathroom, he was met with a wide-eyed Ashlyn.

“Oh shit!” Ashlyn exclaimed, immediately turning around with a red face. Clark retreated behind the door of the bathroom. “I’m so sorry! I just remembered that I used the last towel, so I was gonna hang a fresh one on the door for you! I didn’t want you to air dry when it was so cold or something!” Ashlyn rambled, her voice quick and panicked.

Clark had a hard time listening to her. His mind was racing on its own. She didn’t see, right? She turned around immediately, and the house is almost pitch black. I mean we were both holding candles, but my candle was above my waist, and hers was far away, so she couldn’t see it, right!? He felt dizzy with embarrassment, struggling to compose himself enough to respond.

“I-It’s cool, you can just leave the towel there, I can grab it on my way to my room.” Clark tried to sound confident. Like being seen didn’t really bother him. Like he had nothing to hide. Like he didn’t just stand naked in a cage in front of her.

“Alright. I’m so sorry!” Ashlyn tossed the towel backwards, covering her face with her hand as she laughed in her own embarrassment. “I-I’ll leave you to it.” She hurried from the hallway, the dim flicker of her candle disappearing towards the basement. 

Clark stayed frozen behind the door for quite some time, trying to allow his mind to process the events. She didn’t seem like she noticed, at least. She didn’t freeze and stare at it, or get a loss of words, or anything. If he wasn’t caged, he’d expect her to act in that exact same way. Clark finally left the bathroom. He grabbed his towel off the floor and hurried to this room, trying to convince himself he was in the clear all the while.

Ashlyn was kneeling by the coffee table by the fire when Clark walked in. He thought he could still see a hint of red to her cheeks, but maybe it was just the light of the fire. Ashlyn noticed him, stiffening up.

“A puzzle, huh?” Ashlyn said through a forced grin, pointing towards the box on the coffee table.

“Oh, yeah! I thought it could be something to pass the time, I don’t know.” Clark rubbed the back of his head.

“Sounds fun! I haven’t done a puzzle since I was a kid. And, not to brag, but uh…I was pretty killer at ‘em.” Ashlyn tossed her hair back, striking a cocky pose. Clark laughed.

They sat down, cracking open the puzzle. They spent some time trying to flip all the pieces upright, before jumping in. There was one aspect Clark hadn’t taken into account: There was way too little light in the room. All the colors tended to blur together, and definition was impossible to see. And for a jigsaw puzzle, being able to see the picture was apparently quite important. 

Ashlyn’s attire did not help. Every time she’d reach for a piece, or lean across the table to get a better look, her lack of a bra became quite evident. Clark tried not to look, but it was futile. The gaps in her tank top were windows he desperately wished to look through. He could see her cleavage and side boob regularly, but the shirt was just tight enough to keep her nipples out of sight. Before long, Clark could hardly focus on the puzzle. All he could do was strain in his cage, hoping Ashlyn would reach for a piece that was far enough to show him what he was desperate to see. After ten minutes, the pair had managed to connect three of the 500 pieces.

“This was a pretty shit idea, huh?” Clark broke the silence. They both stared at the virtually black pieces, before bursting into laughter.

“You just can’t see anything!” Ashlyn giggled, leaning back to lay across the floor in defeat. “I promise I’m usually good at these!”

“Maybe we’ll just reserve this for a daytime activity.”

“I can get behind that.” Ashlyn rolled over, grabbing her phone. Her screen brightness dwarfed the flickers of the flames, forcing her to squint her eyes in pain as she quickly lowered the setting. “It’s already past 11!”

“Oh wow, yeah I can let you get some sleep then.” Clark stood up, walking towards the stairs. “There are more blankets in this closet here, if you need them.”

“Where are you going?”

“Uhhh… I was heading to my room.”

“Didn’t you say your room felt freezing without central heating? There are two couches down here. I don’t wanna kick you out of the only warm room in your own house. I don’t bite.”

“No, I know, but I figured… I mean it's not a big deal, you’d probably feel more comfortable–”

“C’mon, Kent.” Ashlyn rolled her eyes, hopping onto the smaller couch. “It’s not like you bite either.” She flashed a wide smile. Clark felt like he could feel her eyes dash to his crotch for a second, but he figured it was just in his head.

“A-Alright, sure.” The two got ready for bed. While Ashlyn was brushing her teeth, Clark got some more logs from outside, filling the fire up and lowering the damper, slowing the burn so it would hopefully last all night. Once Ashlyn was done, it was his turn in the bathroom. Clark got some blankets out of the closet, making sure they each had some, and the two settled into their respective couches.

Clark couldn’t sleep. The soft, slow crackle of a fire was usually enough white noise to turn him off like a light, but this was different. His heart was racing. He hadn’t slept in the same room as a girl since they were kids. But back then, his mind was certainly thinking of different things. All he could think about was Ashlyn. Running into him naked after his shower. Nearly flashing him a hundred times while doing the puzzle. His cock throbbed in its cage, beckoning him to reach down and give it attention, but he wouldn’t dare. His eyes kept creeping open, only able to see the gentle glow of the fire reflect against her silken hair, before he’d force them closed again. A half hour passed, yet he felt no closer to sleep.

“Kent, you up?” Ashlyn whispered. She was so quiet it was hardly audible, but still made his heart jump up his throat. He felt like she could see into his thoughts, and was about to confront him on it. He remained silent. He didn’t want her to know he couldn’t sleep with a girl in the room. Wasn’t exactly one of his more manly attributes. Although, what if she needed another blanket? He showed her where they were though. Water? No, she knew where the kitchen was. She’d probably yell at him if he assumed otherwise. 

Clark was caught in his own internal debate, stretching on and on until too much time had passed. It would be even stranger if he responded after such a gap, so he resigned to staying silent, hoping to fall asleep quickly to make it a reality.

Clark could hear the gentle shuffle of cloth as Ashlyn began moving beneath the covers. He kept waiting for it to quiet, but it persisted. Was she struggling to get comfortable? Or debating if she should get up or not? 

It wasn’t until he could hear her soft breaths that curiosity got the better of him. Remaining perfectly still, he crept his eyes open. He could see the bumps of her knees through the blanket, spread wide as one of her legs hung off the couch, and a gentle rhythmic motion beneath the covers right where her legs met. 

Clark squeezed his eyes shut in a panic. Holy shit, she was asking if I was awake to check for privacy! Clark screamed in his head. He tried to keep his eyes shut, ignoring what was going on right beside him, telling himself it was the right thing to do. But every soft breath was a deathblow to his resolve.

His cage was twitching and throbbing, leaking desperately into his pants. All he wanted to do was reach down and cum, but even if he wasn’t caged, he wouldn’t dare move. His cock ached in its cage. He had never experienced strain like this.

He could hear Ashlyn’s breaths begin to quicken, and the gentle shuffle of cloth accelerated. Clark couldn’t stop himself. His eyes opened, nearly cumming in his cage as he saw Ashlyns hips bucking firmly against the covers. Her breaths quickened still. He could see the movement of the blankets, as one of her hands traced up her body and gripped into her chest.

Clark’s cock trembled. Just a few touches. A few touches and he’d cum. But he couldn’t risk trying to desperately touch through the cage and letting Ashlyn know he was up, let alone get up to get his keys. He watched helplessly as Ashlyn bucked faster and faster, her quickening breaths finally crescendoing to a barely audible moan as her thighs clenched around her hand.

Fuckkk, she just came! Clark almost whimpered, as another spurt of precum escaped into his already soaking underwear. Ashlyn laid frozen, the only movement was the rise and fall of her chest as her breath slowed. Clark thought she might be listening; checking to see if her climax had woken him from his supposed sleep. The room was dead silent, aside from the sporadic crackle of the fire. 

Finally, Ashlyn rolled over on the couch, settling comfortably into position to drift into sleep. Clark had no hope of doing the same. His entire body was ridged with desire. He had been struggling to sleep just because a girl was in the same room. But now, with that girl having just touched herself right in front of him? With his cage tighter than he even knew possible? Clark wasn’t sure he’d be getting much sleep at all during this outage. 

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Hope you all enjoyed this! Not sure if I am going to continue this story or not. I liked the design of Ashlyn when I did the illustration last week, and just definitely wanted to do a little something to add to it! Feel free to give me all your thoughts on it and if I should keep it going!

Update for week to come

Hey everyone! I wanted to give you all a quick update. So my brothers came to town and for mother's day we are gonna be spending the next week helping my mom do a bunch of landscaping stuff and general chores around her house that she can't do alone. We did this already for today, and it was exhausting, and next week I add my day job on top of that, so I'm doubting I'll have the energy to make much stuff this week. I just wanted to give everyone a heads up on that, and preemptively apologize for the slow week ahead! Hopefully we'll get everything done this next week and be back to business as usual! Hope everyone had a good mother's day!!

The Girl Next door

Teaser for a new chapter I am working on... Hope you guys will enjoy it!

New image up on discord!!

Touched a bit into a different kink with this one, but one of my proudest drawings to date i think! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Draw your oc in this - @RivelBee 's design!

Tried out streaming today, and did this for my first stream! Draw your oc in this challenges are pretty fun, especially when the outfit is in sharp contrast to the personality of the oc haha

Who Needs Willpower - Chapter 17

“Amanda?” Fiona whispered, propping herself on her elbows to look at Amanda's sleeping face. “You awake?”

“Mmm no…” Amanda groaned, leaving her eyes closed. 

“You sure?” Fiona poked Amanda in the cheek, “You seem awake.” Amanda smiled, before grabbing the edge of their blankets and pulling it over her face.

“Imagining things…” She signed, her voice muffled through the blankets. Fiona took a breath, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. Fiona struggled to sleep in on Saturdays. Despite hating the morning, her body got so used to waking up a set time, that even on weekends she’d keep her patterns. Amanda did not seem to suffer that curse.

Fiona slid her arms beneath the covers and around Amanda’s body, resting against her in a hug. Amanda grabbed Fiona’s arm, rubbing circles on her skin with her thumb. Only able to muster that little spark of energy to acknowledge the hug.

Feeling Amanda's bare chest sink and rise beneath her arm was hypnotic. Amanda slept in Fiona’s bed nearly every night now, and rarely did they sleep clothed. She slid her thigh against Amanda's, enjoying the sensation of her perfect skin. Fiona's subdued, yet perpetual arousal began clawing its way back to the forefront of her mind.

A mischievous smile stretched across Fiona’s face. She slid her thigh up further and further, until it was rubbing against Amanda’s cock, slowly moving it back and forth. She felt Amanda shift beneath the covers.

“Whatcha doin’, Fi?” She asked groggily, but Fiona could still hear the insinuation in her voice.

“Hmm? Oh nothing, just trying to get comfortable.” Fiona adjusted her whole body, pulling closer to her. She pressed her hips against Amanda's side, gently rubbing her wetting cage and balls against her. She slipped her hand beneath the covers, grabbing Amanda's stiffening cock and lifting it from her body. Fiona slid her thigh underneath and rested it on Amanda’s stomach, before allowing Amanda's cock to rest between her outer thigh and the blankets. Fiona began gently running her hand up and down Amanda’s shaft.

“Just getting comfortable, huh?” Amanda exhaled. Fiona could feel her hips pressing gently against her thigh. “Why are you moving your hand so much then?” Fiona felt a drop of precum push out and drip against her thigh. She grinned, pressing her cage a bit firmer into Amanda’s hips.

“I don’t know, a bit restless I guess? Sorry, am I keeping you up?” Fiona giggled.

“Not at all.” Amanda defied, stubbornly rolling her head to the side, as if Fiona wasn’t even there. Fiona’s jaw dropped. Challenge accepted. 

Fiona slipped her head beneath the covers, kissing her way down Amanda's side. She pushed herself to her knees, climbing over one of Amanda's legs before slowly running her tongue up her shaft. She dropped her hips against Amanda’s leg, slowly grinding as she slid Amanda's cock between her lips.

Fiona eased her way in, slowly bobbing up and down Amanda's shaft, each bob taking her slightly deeper. She let out a gentle moan into Amanda's cock. She had grown to absolutely love the feeling of Amanda's cock in her throat. She squeezed her legs together, starting to drip against Amanda’s leg.

Fiona had barely started before Amanda tossed the blankets off of them. Fiona grinned with pride. Amanda gripped into her hair, pressing her down around her cock. Fiona groaned, sliding her hands beneath Amanda’s butt. She squeezed her cheeks, pulling herself even deeper.

Amanda pulled Fiona down by the hair with constant pressure, trying to get her even deeper. Amanda's cock throbbed in her throat. It was so close. She had taken her almost all the way, only about an inch more to go. She just needed a little more. A little more and she had it. Just–

Amanda thrusted her hips forward. Her cock slipped down her throat in a sudden burst. Fiona’s eyes shot wide as Amanda's stomach pressed against her face. 

Snap!

Amanda moaned, but not nearly as loud as Fiona. Fiona shook as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Finally! She pressed her cage against Amanda’s leg, humping desperately as she tried to take Amanda deeper. 

The sensation of having no more cock to take. Feeling Amanda's stomach squished against her nose, her balls against her chin. If she wasn’t caged, she would have erupted across Amanda’s leg.

“Fuckk, Fi, yesss!!” Amanda moaned, pressing her hips into the hair. Each pulse of Amanda's cock sent waves of pleasure through Fiona. She could hardly believe how euphoric it felt. She wanted to cum more than anything, yet at the same time, she never wanted to cum again. Afterall, her crippling horniness was the only thing that allowed her to get to this point.

Fiona was completely addicted. She felt like she needed her cock down her throat more than she needed air. She never wanted to pull off. She wanted to live on her knees for Amanda. She was pressing against Amanda's stomach, fantasizing, when Amanda's cock erupted in her throat. 

“Goddd…” Amanda exhaled, finally releasing Fiona’s hair after what felt like neverending ropes of cum. Fiona swirled her tongue around her cock as she lifted off, taking a much needed gasp of air. 

Fiona could hardly contain her smile. It had taken weeks of training, but she had finally deepthroated Amanda. She beamed with pride as she climbed up the bed, collapsing next to her panting girlfriend. She met Amanda’s eyes, noticing she might be smiling even wider than herself. 

“What?” Fiona giggled, shielding her blushing face with Amanda’s shoulder.

“Nothing, I’m just so proud of you! You went from a total amateur to this in a month? Not bad, sweetie.” Amanda smiled at the giddiness her comment caused in her blushing partner. “Although, you forget something down there?”

Fiona stiffened. Had she? She retraced their previous conversations, searching for an order she had forgotten.

“Ummm… I don’t-I don’t think so?”

“Really? Not even this?” Amanda reached down, grabbing something from the bed between her thighs and bringing it up. In her hand was a small black choker.

“Oh my God!!” Fiona grabbed her own neck, as if she didn't trust her eyes that the choker had finally snapped. Amanda burst into laughter.

“I love the way your priorities work… But even if you somehow forgot about it… I guess today’s the big day, huh?”

“I didn't forget about it!” Fiona snapped defensively. There is no way she could’ve. She had been dying to cum almost every waking moment for weeks now. “I just… was too excited about finally being able to–... a-about the other thing.”

“Mhmm…” Amanda grinned. “Well, either way, a deal is a deal! So… ready to finally cu–”

“Yes!” Fiona pulled herself back a bit, “Yes, please. I’m so ready. W-will you please, please unlock me and let me cum?” Just from the idea of finally getting to cum, Fiona’s cage was wetting the insides of her thighs, shaking desperately to be released from its prison. She had almost forgotten what cumming felt like. Her memory was just a blur of frustration and precum.

“Mmm, seeing you so desperate really makes me proud,” Amanda laughed. Fiona blushed, but she couldn’t care about how she was acting. Her pride came secondary to her needs. “First things first though. How do you wanna cum? For holding out for so long, I’ll let you decide!”

Fiona’s brain was flooded with options, like a child trying to pick a flavor of ice cream. She had spent so much time fantasizing about so many things. And for the first time ever they were all within her grasp.

“A blowjob please!” She shouted, before even taking the time to think through all her options. She had lost track of how many times she had blown Amanda, but it felt like hundreds. Each time her body craved that same attention. Just to know what kind of pleasure Amanda was experiencing each time. Especially after Amanda’s tease when making a mold of her cock.

“D-Do you remember when you made a mold of my– o-of me? And you gave me a tiny blowjob through the mold, but I couldn’t feel it at all?” Fiona continued, her voice tumbling over itself as she tried to keep up with her thoughts. “Ever since then, I’ve really really wanted to know what it felt like, I would imagine them every time I gave you one…”

“Mmm yep I remember that. That was fun…” Amanda pumped her eyebrows with a wide smile. “So a blowjob huh–”

“A-and do you remember the first night you locked me up?” Fiona interrupted, racing through her thoughts, “And you kneeled in front of me and made me decide between c-cumming on your–… on you, or letting you decide when I got to cum? Can I…? Can I do that too?” Amanda laughed.

“So a blowjob and a facial then? Of course! I was expecting you to wanna lose your virginity. Finally feel what it’s like to fuck someone. But that totally works!” Fiona’s face froze.

“Well, wait… Actually, c-could I do that? I wasn’t really…”

“Nope! I like your first idea. A blowjob and a facial it is!” Amanda laughed as she watched Fiona’s face drop into a pout. Fiona shook her head, trying to push the thought of thrusting into Amanda out of her mind. She was still about to cum! And experience a blowjob too! But leave it to Amanda to find a way to even make ‘being allowed to cum,’ a tease.

“So…” Fiona trailed off expectantly, biting her lip. Her cage was a leaking faucet. The knowledge of finally being allowed to cum ignited her. Her flat cage had never felt so restrictive. Amanda grinned at Fiona’s eagerness. But instead of matching her, she hopped up from bed.

“Amandaaa!” Fiona whined, crawling to the edge of the bed. “Where are you going? You said I could… You said a deal’s a deal!” 

“I know I know, and I will let you cum, but first, I need some food.” Amanda opened Fiona’s dresser, tossing her a summer dress. “Would you mind running somewhere to grab us some food? Honestly, even just Panda Express is fine.” Fiona caught the dress with a dropped jaw.

“Are you… are you serious?” Fiona questioned. “Can’t we just– I can get us food afterrr! Amanda, pleeease!”

“We need some breakfast first! Or with how long we slept in, I guess more like some lunch? Either way. Panda is only like 3 blocks away. After being caged and denied for a month, you can wait another hour, can’t you?” 

“Fiiine…” Fiona groaned, getting up from the bed and slipping the dress on. She was hungry too, but it was just significantly lower on her current list of priorities. She brushed the bedhead out of her hair, and made her way to the door. She was about to leave when Amanda stopped her.

“Before you go, do you need panties too? I know you’re a bit desperate to cum right now. Wouldn’t want you leaking so much it dripped past your dress.” Fiona shook her head, sticking a tongue out at her in response, before leaving the apartment out of spite. It wasn’t until she was halfway down the stairs that she figured she probably should have taken her up on the offer.

The trip for food went by fast. Fiona couldn’t stop imagining how amazing her blowjob was going to be. And not just any blowjob, but a blowjob from Amanda. She made herself giddy with excitement, completely failing at her attempts to hide her smile. She kept catching herself pushing into a run, wanting desperately to get the food and hurry back to Amanda’s side. But the streets were busy on a Saturday afternoon, so she restrained herself to a walk, not wanting to draw a bunch of eyes. She grabbed their food, and quickly made her way back to their apartment. 

“You know, you could have at least come with… me…?” Fiona trailed off as she entered the apartment. Amanda had drawn the shades, casting the room in a dim light. The couch and coffee table were pushed to the sides of the living room, opening up a large empty spot on the ground that Amanda had covered with a blanket and a lit candle. Amanda was standing in the middle of the room in a white floral dress, holding a plastic rose. “What’s this?” Fiona asked through a widening smile.

“I wasn’t gonna just do nothing, for such a momentous occasion. Although I gotta say, moving the couch and table without you was a bitch and a half.” Fiona giggled. Amanda walked up to her, handing her the chintzy plastic flower. “Congrats on making it exactly 1 month and 1 day denied.” Amanda slid her arm around Fiona’s waist, kissing her softly on the lips.

Fiona was speechless. Amanda took her by the hand and led her to the blanket. She took the bag of food from her, pulling out the boxes.

“This is…” Fiona whispered, struggling to find her voice. Amanda blushed slightly, but continued setting the food out.

“C’mon, sit down. It’ll get cold.” Fiona complied. The two girls broke out their chopsticks and began eating, plucking pieces of food from each other's boxes as they talked. Fiona was ecstatic. Not because she was going to be allowed to cum, but because Amanda had planned something just for her. She constantly found herself fiddling with the cloth leaves of the fake rose, tucked behind her ear. 

The girls finished their food. Amanda grabbed the boxes and slid them off the blanket. She shifted on her knees until she was besides Fiona, taking a lock of her red hair in her fingers, fiddling with it. The subtle action shifted the tone of the room, instantly tightening Fiona’s throat in anticipation. 

“Take your dress off, please.” Amanda spoke quietly. Her reservation somehow made her request have an even stronger effect. Fiona stripped her dress off immediately. “Can you lay on your stomach for me?”

“My stomach?” Fiona questioned. You can't unlock my cage if I’m on my stomach, though… Fiona thought to herself. But Amanda’s reddened face urged her forwards. “S-sure.” Fiona rolled over, laying her stomach across the blanket. She blushed, laying naked in front of Amanda, unable to see her herself. She could feel Amanda's eyes tracing up and down her legs and back.

Pop!

Fiona raised an eyebrow at the noise, but didn’t look up. Did Amanda decide not to let her cum? Or was she going to make her cum a different way than what she requested? Her mind was racing, when a cold liquid dripped against her back. She took in a sharp surprised breath as her body tensed from the sensation.

“Sorry, sorry! I forgot I am supposed to warm it up in my hands first!” Before Fiona had time to ask her what the hell that was, Amanda pressed her hands into the fluid, slowly pushing them up her back. The relaxing scent and sensation made her understand. It was massage oil.

Fiona beamed into her arm, burying her face against them as she hid her smile. She was giving her a massage! She wanted to twirl around and tackle Amanda for a kiss, but she didn’t want to disrupt her efforts. 

It was very evident that Amanda was not a professional masseuse. Her hands were clumsy and uncertain, sometimes pushing too deep into a bone, or too softy and just rubbing the skin. But despite it, Amanda diligently moved from section to section, trying various techniques as she traversed the back of Fiona’s body. She had definitely spent some time researching how to give massages. And while her technique was not quite there, the effort made Fiona bubble. 

Fiona relaxed into the massage. Despite her uncertainty, there were moments of the massage that felt amazing. And above anything else, the dedicated attention Amanda gave her was intoxicating. Her cheeks hurt from grinning into the blanket. And feeling Amanda’s smooth hands trace every inch of the back of her body made her leak into the blanket. She was consumed by the duality of wanting Amanda's attention forever, and wanting her to stop massaging her so she could finally cum instead.

“Turn over, please.” Fiona complied. A string of precum stretched from her cage and the small wet spot in the blanket she had created, trailing against her hip as she turned. Her face burned as she laid exposed for Amanda, hesitant to open her eyes. But when she finally did, she saw Amanda's color mimicking her own. 

This time Amanda started at her feet. She spent a while massaging them, before slowly moving up her legs. She got to Fiona’s cage, almost causing her to whimper with need as she passed it by, rubbing the oil into her skin as she moved up her stomach. Fiona softly moaned with relief when Amanda rubbed the oil into her chest. Her boobs slid effortlessly between Amanda's fingers. She massaged them, but despite her attention, and much to Fiona’s dismay, she ignored her nipples. 

Amanda reached a leg across Fiona’s stomach, kneeling on either side of her to get a better angle to continue her massage. Fiona’s body screamed for her to be unlocked, and for Amanda to sit down and let her slide inside. But Amanda’s attention remained steadfast, only letting the draping of her dress touch Fiona’s skin. 

She moved past Fiona’s chest, continuing up until she was massaging her shoulders. She only massaged for a few seconds before her eyes locked against Fiona’s. Her hands slowed. Slower and slower until they finally stopped. She grabbed the base of her dress, peeling it up over her head and dropping it on the floor beside them. She planted her arms on either side of Fiona’s head, letting her hair cascade over her shoulder and onto the floor.

Amanda rested there, staring into Fiona’s eyes. She couldn't get over how beautiful Amanda was. It didn’t matter how long they were together, or how many times she studied the contour of her form, or the glisten of her eyes. She seemed to get more stunning with every passing minute. 

She was completely enthralled. It took her several moments to notice Amanda wasn’t actually completely naked. The flicker of the candle reflected off a metal sheen, hanging off her neck. Her chastity keys. 

Amanda moved in, slowly pressing her lips to Fiona’s. Fiona shivered from the touch. Her lips felt smoother than silk, and softer than downy. Her heart fluttered with need as Amanda pulled away, beckoning her to follow for a second kiss, but Amanda beat her to it. 

She barraged Fiona with the lightest kisses. Each one ignited her further, wetting her appetite for more and more. Amanda had hardly touched her, and she was already panting. She needed this, she could hardly think.

Amanda seemed to catch the cue, slowly moving from her lips to Fiona’s cheek. And then her neck. Inching her way down Fiona’s body. Every time she moved to a new place, Fiona’s stomach turned with excitement, like one more click up the slope of a rollercoaster. 

“Amanda…” Fiona whimpered, as her lips kissed over and over just above her leaking cage. She was throbbing against the steel, straining so hard she almost believed she could bust out. An ache radiated through her entire body. Those hundreds of hours of teasing and denial. Every torturous moment. Knowing she was about to cum, it felt like all of that desperation was stacked on top of each other and coursing through her like adrenaline.

Amanda slipped the key into the lock and twisted it. She pulled the cage and ring off, letting Fiona get hard for the first time in an eternity. She groaned with relief, unable to control her hands as they shot towards her throbbing cock.

Amanda grabbed them, stopping them in their place. Fiona almost cried, whimpering as her body convulsed beneath her. She couldn’t be denied again. She couldn’t. Her arms pushed harder towards her cock, refusing to let the opportunity slip through her fingers, but Amanda held firm.

“Please Amanda, no! I need to cum, let me! I need it so bad!” Fiona groveled. “Please, you said I could cum!! I can’t, Amanda, I can’t!”

“Fi, it's okay.” Amanda's voice was silken, stopping Fiona’s body in its place. “I will let you cum. It’s not a trick. I won’t ruin you. I won’t lock you back up and make you wait another day. I promise, okay?” Fiona let her arms relax, slowly pulling them back up to her side. “But I want to actually give you a blowjob. If I let you touch, you’re gonna cum before I can get you in my mouth!” Amanda giggled. “So can you control yourself, or do I need to grab the handcuffs?”

“I-I can control myself.” Fiona interlocked her fingers, pressing her clasped hands against her mouth. Amanda studied her for a moment with a raised eyebrow, before returning her attention to Fiona’s twitching unit.

“Speaking of giving you a blowjob, you need to calm down a bit, sweetie. You’re twitching like crazy! I haven’t even touched you and you’ve leaked a little puddle of precum on your stomach…” Amanda spoke with an endearing tone, the same way an owner might talk about an adorable thing their pet had done. “I think if I tried to lick you right now, you’d pop!”

Fiona blushed, but she was right. She couldn’t even control her own cock anymore. It was twitching feverishly, leaking constantly as it quivered with need. Amanda rested her face on Fiona's hip, eye level with her cock. She ran a calming finger back and forth against Fiona’s thigh, patiently waiting for Fiona’s desperation to gently subside. After a few minutes, her cock was resting in its puddle of precum, gently throbbing against her stomach. 

“There we go.” Amanda whispered. She pushed herself up from Fiona’s hips, positioning herself on her elbows between Fiona’s legs. With 1 finger, she slipped beneath Fiona’s cock, creating several strings of precum as she lifted it from its puddle. Without warning, she pressed her tongue to the base, slowly moving up Fiona’s shaft for one slow lick.

“Oh fuck!” Fiona’s entire body contracted. The warmth and texture was like nothing she had experienced before. Her legs clenched around Amanda's shoulders like a vice, trapping her there for what she wished was eternity. Her hips bucked towards Amanda's face, rubbing against her cheek desperately before Amanda could pull her head back.

Amanda glowed from Fiona’s reaction. Eager to incite another, she pressed her lips against Fiona’s tip, and slowly took Fiona into her mouth completely.

Fiona could only groan, her mind unable to form a word. Her entire body clenched, pulling her head and shoulders off the ground as her abs contracted. It felt like her cock was melting in her mouth. It was so hot, so wet and soft, so… so fucking perfect. This was what Amanda was feeling during each of her blowjobs!? She had never experienced a sensation so euphoric. She completely lost herself in it, whimpering and moaning as she felt herself careen towards the edge.

“Oh goddd I’m cum–g-god Amanda fuck I need–FUCK I’m cumming!” Her arms shot down, gripping into Amanda’s hair as her hips thrusted. Amanda pulled back, slapping Fiona’s thighs as a clear warning to let go. Her body obeyed Amanda on instinct, letting go as Amanda pulled off. Her orgasm crumbled away as the cool air replaced her heavenly lips. 

“Amandaaaa!” Fiona cried, “You promised! P-please just let me cumm!” 

“I will, sweetheart, I will. But I want to give you a real blowjob, not just put you in my mouth for a second! There’s no rush, okay?” Amanda crawled up Fiona, kissing her on the lips. “You will get to cum. So can you sit back and just enjoy it until then?” She asked with a wide smile, before dropping her face to a much more serious expression. “Or I could tie you down so tight you won't even be able to blink without permission?” 

Fiona pouted, before lifting her butt a bit and sliding her arms beneath her back, pinning them down with her body.

“Good girl,” Amanda purred, giving Fiona another kiss before crawling back down to between her legs. “I promise you will enjoy this, okay? I’m not trying to tease you or torture you. But if you cum too quickly, I know you’re gonna regret not getting to fully experience a blowjob. Just… relax, okay sweetie? Tonight is all about your pleasure, not your torment.”

“O-okay.” Fiona took a deep breath, closing her eyes and relaxing her head to the floor. She studied the black of her eyelids as Amanda's hands slowly massaged up and down her thighs, then up her stomach and around her ribs, down to her sides and back to her thighs. They ran this little loop, each rotation pulling a bit more of her attention to the sensation they provided, and away from her crippling need to cum. 

Her meditative void was disrupted as lips pressed against the tip of her cock, opening up to slowly envelop her into the warm divinity she felt before. She let out a heavy breath that transitioned into a soft moan.

Amanda began creeping up and down her shaft, so slow her lips were barely moving. Each time she felt Amanda’s nose press firmly into her stomach, allowing her cock to disappear completely within her mouth, she thought she might cum. But her cock would slowly reemerge, allowing the cool air to gently nudge her off the edge. 

“Fuckkkk it's so good,” Fiona whispered, “Th-thank you s-so much, Amanda. Goddd yesss…” Amanda smiled around Fiona’s cock, but continued her rhythm. 

Amanda took her time with her. She exposed Fiona to various techniques. She deepthroated her, she took her mouth off and slid just her lips up and down her shaft. She ignored her cock and licked her balls. She used nothing but her tongue to massage her shaft, swirling around the tip. Even rubbing it between her hand and her cheek. Everything Fiona had fantasized a blowjob would be, but all slow enough to keep her from cumming.

Before long, Amanda reduced her to a quivering, leaking ball of pleasure. And then she continued for another 30 minutes after that. Fiona couldn’t think, she could talk, she couldn’t move. All she could do was whimper and moan. Her cock was her entire world, and she never knew it could feel so incredible. 

Amanda slipped her hand around the base of Fiona’s cock, and for the first time all night, she began stroking alongside her lips, swirling around her shaft as her head bounced. Any lingering willpower to hold out. Any lingering bashfulness or reservation. It shattered. 

Fiona moaned like never before, waves of pleasure coursed through her as she barreled towards the edge. Amanda sped up, faster and faster as Fiona shook. She went mute as her lungs tightened, her entire body clenching, gripping so tight to the orgasm she needed more than air itself.

Amanda’s mouth disappeared, almost causing Fiona to scream, but the hand continued. Stroking her faster and faster.

“I’m… ffffffu–I’m cumminggg!!!” Fiona screamed. Never… She had never cum like this before. Her body shook as wave after wave of convulsions coursed through her. Her body tingled to the tips of her toes, clenching so tight her ears rang and vision faded. She groaned as she tried to breathe, too flooded with pleasure and ecstasy to remember its necessity. It seemed to last forever, as rope after rope after rope sprayed across Amanda’s face, completely coating her as it shot past into her hair and neck, dripping across her skin. 

Relief washed over Fiona, like she had been holding her breath for a month and only just now could find air. Her body collapsed, completely limp. A month and one day. Getting Amanda off several times a day. Teasing. Edging. Even in sleep she found no relief. Her entire existence had become desperation, and finally she found that respite.

“...Holy shit…” Amanda giggled, once Fiona’s convulsions slowed. She was completely plastered. Too much cum to even keep on herself, as drips leak off her onto Fiona’s thighs below. “Guess it was pretty good?” Amanda giggled, trying to wipe just enough off one of her eyes to be able to see. 

Fiona couldn’t respond. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still coursing through her. She had no spare energy to muster towards listening, let alone speaking. 

Amanda stood up, letting the cum streak down her skin. She was impressed. It looked like she wore several loads worth on her. She looked down at Fiona’s panting body, giggling to herself with glee. 

She grabbed Fiona’s phone, careful not to wet it. She opened up her camera. Holding it high for a selfie, she gave a peace sign with a wide smile, making sure to capture her entire body in the frame. 

“Cheese!” She giggled to herself. The camera shutter snapped Fiona out of her daze.

“What… What are you doing?” She asked, her relaxation leaking into her words.”

“Just giving you something to remember the occasion by.” Amanda put her phone down. “So what do you think? Everything you were imaging?” Amanda jokingly posed, showing off her cum coating like it was a new outfit.

“You’re so beautiful.” The weight in her words took Amanda off guard. She stopped posing, feeling her cheeks burn in response. She hoped the cum would help hide it from view.

“Shut up…” Amanda tried to brush it off with a bashful chuckle. “You have post nut loopiness…” Her voice quieted. “Let me go clean up.” She tiptoed off the blanket and out of view. Fiona could hear the bathroom door open and close, and the water started.

She sighed to herself. She could hardly believe how incredible she felt. Her body hummed as she replayed the night in her head, trying to ingrain the experience into her memory. Everything was enough to almost make her want to cum again, and yet one moment stuck out in her mind far more than all the others: Amanda’s cheeks as she called her beautiful.

Fiona was too lost in thought to hear Amanda leave the bathroom. She jolted to, when she felt Amanda's hands wrap around her cock and balls, sliding them through the ring of the cage and locking it back in place. 

“Couldn’t even let me stay out for one day, huh?”

“‘Fraid not.” Amanda smiled as she crawled back up to Fiona’s side, giving her a peck on the lips. She wrapped her arms around Fiona, squeezing her tight as she settled into place, resting against her chest. She let out a satisfied breath.

“That was really amazing, Amanda... Thank you.”

“See? Aren’t you glad I didn’t let you grab my hair and cum in my mouth the second I touched you?” Amanda giggled. Fiona hated to admit it, but she was. That was the best experience she had ever had. It still felt surreal to her.

“... I can’t believe you get to experience that whenever you want… I’ve even given you several blowjobs in one day! That was so… God I still can’t believe it…”

“Now I bet you understand why I use you until my cock’s sore.” Amanda grinned, kissing Fiona on the cheek. “Hopefully that’ll make all the blowjobs you give me that much more torturous, too. Since you’ll know just how much pleasure I get to feel. Y’know… while you’re feeling the inside of your cage…”

“Yeah, I got it! No need to rub it in!” Fiona tried to suppress her laugh. 

“I know. I just wanted to.” Amanda squeezed her even tighter, closing her eyes as she rested with a wide smile. The girls relaxed together, feeling themselves pulled into the sweet allure of a late afternoon nap.

“Should we move to the couch or something?” Fiona asked.

“No, here is perfect.” 

They laid in silence. The bliss from their afternoon together washed over them. Neither of them seemed to want to break their embrace. Minutes blurred by. Nothing but the gentle flicker of the candle and the aroma of massage oil. 

“I lov–” Amanda broke the silence. Fiona had nearly nodded off, startled slightly by the sudden noise.

“Mmm, I’m sorry, I was almost out.” She groggily giggled, slowly coming back to life. “What’d you want?” Amanda’s face burned.

“Nothing. No, I was just thinking, y’know one month and one day is quite a record now. It’ll be fun to try and break it, huh?” Amanda cleared her throat, purging the subtle shake that was stuck in it. 

“Mmmm, fun for whom?” Fiona groaned, smiling as she tried to push the thought from her mind so she could return to the nap she had almost captured. 

“For me mostly.” Amanda laughed, a bit of nerves finding their way in. “But no, for you actually! Because I know how much you actually love it. Despite how much you loved cumming just now, I bet a part of you is excited to have the cage back, huh? Don’t you think–” Amanda cut herself off. She clenched her hand tight against Fiona’s chest.

“Don’t I think, what?”

“Nothing… A-actually, that wasn’t really what I was talking about.” Amanda angled her head down as she rested on Fiona’s chest, shielding her face from view. “I actually wanted to say– Well I mean I’ve wanted to say for a while now, in fact. I mean not a while, but for a bit. But I wasn’t sure– I mean–I know it’s maybe kinda soon? Or not really, I mean I guess it has been long enough, but I just don't know with you, because you don’t have a lot of previous– No that's not what I mean, it's not like it's on you! I think–” 

“...Amanda?” Fiona lifted her head from the ground. She opened her eyes to see the top of Amanda's head, her finger drawing anxious patterns on the skin of her stomach. 

Amanda’s hand froze in its tracks as she sat in silence. Fiona was about to nudge her when Amanda sat up from her chest, propping herself up on her elbows to look Fiona dead in the eyes. Her face was dim in the light, but even through it her cheeks were visibly warm. Her eyes shone with the flicker from the candle, causing them to glow in the dimness of the room. She had never looked so serious, yet simultaneously so beautiful. Fiona was hypnotized by her gaze, locking eyes in complete silence.

“I think… I think I love you… No, n-not ‘I think’... I love you.” Fiona stared at her, completely frozen. Amanda hurriedly continued. “A-and I just wanted to say that, but y-you don't have to say anything–I mean I wasn’t saying that to make you say it or something. Or I’m not like, trying to make you feel–” Amanda’s eyes shot wide as Fiona kissed her. Her hand slipped behind her neck, holding Amanda firmly as she pressed into her lips. The kiss was a new level of electric. Her stomach fluttered, eagerly kissing Fiona back.

Fiona pulled her lips away, resting her forehead against Amanda’s. She nuzzled into her face struggling to capture the whirlwind of emotions tossing her stomach and heart about, trying to find the best thing to say. Finally her mind went still. It was simple.

“I love you, too.”

Some wacky sketches

Not really sure what's up with these but perhaps someone will find them enjoyable xD