Chastity Memories

We were making love, I was wearing my stay small, soft, and tucked lingerie, kneeling before Emily, worshipping her, licking her, pleasing her...or trying to...

She touched my head, just slight pressure, but not pulling me into her as she often did, instead pushing me away.

"What?" I asked, "are...are you okay?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," she said.

"What...what do you mean?" I asked.

"You seem...distracted."

"I...I'm not," I said.

"You are," she said, "I know, I can tell, you seem like...like you have something else on your mind."

"I don't," I said.

"You do, you're...it's like you're not into it," she said.

"I am, really," I said.

"Not like..." She stopped, looked at me. "What's that?" she asked.

"What's what?" I swallowed.

"That?" she pointed at the front of my panties. "What is that?"

"My...my panties," I said.

"No, not your panties, what's that in your panties?"

"N...nothing," I said.

She pulled her nylon covered foot up, touched the front of my panties. "This," she said, "what is this?"

"M...my...m penis," I said.

"I know it's your penis," she looked at me, "a better question would be why is it untucked and why is it swollen?"

"I...I don't know," I lied.

"You don't know?"

"It...it slipped," I said.

She furrowed her brow. "What do we call this lingerie?" she asked.

I lowered my eyes. "My...my stay small, soft, and tucked bra and panties," I whispered.

"Is this small, soft, and tucked?"

"N...no," I admitted.

"Well that explains your attitude," she said, folding her arms. "You're not thinking about me, you're thinking about yourself," she said. 

"I...I'm..."

"This is your stay small, soft, and tucked lingerie, not your, I want to fuck Emily lingerie."

"Em..."

She folded her arms, looked at me. "I think an apology is in order," she said.

"Em, please..."

"You're being selfish," she said, ironic, since she wanted me to simply focus on her. But of course she was right, I'd promised to focus on her, not me, yet here I was thinking of me.

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Later, I apologized again, sincerely. "I'm sorry," I said, "I really didn't mean to...to take it out."

"I thought you liked focusing on me."

"I do," I said, "I really do."

"You've said numerous times you find more pleasure in focusing on me than with that," she said.

"I know and I meant it. I mean it. It really did just slip out and...once it was out..."

"I'm not mad," she said, "just...disappointed."

"Disappointed?"

She thought, looked at me. "This sounds like a cliche, but it's like it's a promise you made, one you're not following through with."

"True," I said.

"Or a consent thing. I mean, I get implied consent, it's not that, it's just...when we're doing that, when you're wearing your stay small, soft, and tucked bra and panties, it's like I didn't give you permission to...to swell."

"Permission?"

"Permission," she said. "Just the opposite, I suppose I forbid it and by...by doing that, you're disobeying."

"I know," I said, eyes down.

"I don't like to be disobeyed," she said.

"I know that, too," I said.

She got that wrinkle on her face. "Do you need tighter panties? You know, to...to control it?"

"Maybe...or..."

"Or what?" she asked.

I swallowed, went to my dresser, rummaged around to the back. "We...we could try this," I said.

She looked at my hand. "What's that?" she asked.

"It...it's a...a chastity cage," I blurted out, looking at the plastic cage, "it...it locks around a...a penis and...and keeps it from...you know."

"Locks?" she raised an eyebrow.

I nodded. "L...locks."

"So...whoever has the key is the only one who..."

"Who can unlock it," I said.

"Meaning whoever has the key is the one who gets to decide if you swell?"

"Y...yea," I said.

She took the cage from my hand. "How's it work?" I explained the ring, the cage, the lock, the key. "It's not very big," she said, "is it...uncomfortable?"

"It's...I...I get used to it."

She laughed. "Obviously you've worn it before."

I nodded. 

"For how long?"

"A few days," I said.

"A few days? So you could wear it while you...while we..."

"Made love," I said softly.

"And then you couldn't swell, couldn't grow, couldn't squirt?"

"N...no," I said. "I...I leak but I don't...cum."

"So if you wore this, you'd have to focus just on me." 

"Yes," I said, worried about the gleam in her eyes.

"You'll wear it? Next time?"

"That...that's up to you," I said, "it...it's up to you."

Her smile widened. "Oh, you'll wear it," she said, "you'll wear it. How long?"

"Can I wear it? A few days, I guess, I always take it off after a few. It's not meant to be permanent or anything," I said, not knowing better cages would come out years later, cages that were meant much more for long-term wear.

"Well, you'll still wear your stay small, soft, and tucked bra and panties, of course, but I think we should try this out, too."

My horniness got the better of me, making me say something I came to regret. "If...if you have me wear it, you...you shouldn't unlock it even...even if I beg," I said, "unless...unless you want to."

She looked at me. "Trust me, love, if you're wearing this, your thoughts on when I should unlock it will be, well, irrelevant. In fact, I can all but guarantee when you're locked in this and making love to me, it's going to stay on and stay locked."

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