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After the “Bathroom Incident” Emily had been very careful to behave as well as she knew how. A red cage not only meant total denial, it also meant much stricter punishments when she misbehaved so she had kept her head down and her nose clean. She hadn’t been able to avoid being punished entirely, and her red cage had made them harsh punishments indeed, but she had managed to keep it to less than once a month, which was nearly a miracle for her. This had also had the surprising effect (at least to her) that her grades improved sharply. Her parents had been incredibly pleased, and Christmas break had meant a cage-off orgasm, her first in nearly 7 months; although it had meant a sound paddling as well.
She had all but sprinted to the school nurse at the first opportunity in early January, permission slip in hand. A new semester meant that she was eligible to be swapped back into a normal pink cage with all its privileges. Having the hated red steel tube removed had been an incredible relief, and the nurse’s hand washing her extremely under-stimulated member before putting the pink cage on had been as intensely pleasurable as her immediate throbbing erection had been embarrassing. The nurse mercifully hadn’t said anything, and although the two cages weighed precisely the same amount, Emily had left the office feeling much lighter.
The pink cage meant that she would get at least a cage-on milking each month instead of total denial, and possibly even more. In theory if her grades stayed up, and she stayed out of trouble, she could even earn a cage-off orgasm instead of just a milking. It hadn’t happened since her first semester, and only once even then, but it wasn’t completely impossible.
More than that, she no longer felt the eyes of every professor burning into her. Normally, what colour of cage a girl was wearing was a mystery to the faculty unless they had taken her over their knee for a punishment at some point that semester. But the incident in the the bathroom under the Student’s Union had become nearly legendary to both faculty and students, so Emily’s chastity device had been a scarlet letter wherever she went. With it removed, she no longer felt like she was walking on eggshells and the possibility of minor misbehaviour without severe correction opened up again.
A new year had also meant a new roommate. Her old roommate Madison had moved on, and Emily had been a little sad to see her go. She had been in her final semester and a couple of years older than Emily, but they had gotten on quite well as both girls were quiet, tidy, and neither had any particularly odious habits.
Her new roommate, Holly, was loud. From her blazing red hair, to her taste in music, to her incredibly vibrant personality (and in Emily’s opinion, her utter inability to shut up). Emily swore that Holly even brushed her teeth at the maximum possible volume. The contrast was stark between the two, and it came from one very simple place: While Emily was the typical quiet, submissive, and unsure locked girl, Holly’s far more progressive upbringing meant that she was a free girl.
There weren’t a lot of trans girls at the Academy that had their freedom, but it wasn’t banned outright any more. While Emily’s tiny member was always kept safely away from her lustful fingers (or anyone else’s for that matter) Holly’s rather larger shaft had never known the cramped confines of a steel tube. It had taken the pair some time to get to know one another, and Emily had initially been extremely jealous of her new roommate’s freedom. Emily was a clean freak, Holly was a slob; Emily at least tried to study, and Holly passed her classes seemingly without trying.
Eventually the two had grown comfortable with each other and their living arrangement, and as they found common ground the inevitable had happened. Emily was never one to turn down a cock, at either end, and she had to admit that Holly had a gorgeous one. It had started with just a quiet hand-job under the blankets while they watched a movie, but it had quickly become much more intimate. Holly tried to be as generous and considerate a lover as she could, but very often Emily ended up with Holly’s creamy load dripping out of her with little to show for it herself apart from a very tight cage. Holly wanted to be generous, but she didn’t have the kind of stamina Emily needed to get off that way; or so she claimed. Emily had her own suspicions…
Even more than that, they had to be quick and quiet. Fraternization between roommates was strictly forbidden, and even without the cage Holly was supposed to remain orgasm-free while at school. Like most honour systems it was entirely ineffective, but so long as she didn’t walk around with semen stains on her clothes or brag too openly about her conquests where a professor could overhear, she had little to be concerned about. As a result, a nice quiet suck from her roommate was a lot easier to hide than a half hour of creaking bedsprings, no matter Emily’s frustration. So long as most of the evidence ended up safely inside Emily it was very difficult for anyone to prove that she wasn’t playing by the school’s rules.
So on quiet nights in, Holly always had Emily there to take care of her needs, and she did her best to give Emily the hard fucking she always wanted in return when they were at least pretty sure they had the floor to themselves. It was a good arrangement, if a little unfair, but there were was an itch for Holly that Emily most decidedly couldn’t scratch, not with the cage in the way. For Emily too, as much as Holly did her best, she had always liked a little… variety in her partners, and certainly more stamina. At least enough to help her get the relief that was so consistently denied her.
Happily, there was a solution to both problems just down the road: St. Jeremy’s College. An all-male boarding college that was incredibly famous for its athletic achievements. The two schools did their best to prevent fraternization, but as students were free to go down to the village on weekends, you always saw the two groups intermingling. Members of the College were absolutely banned on Academy property and vice-versa, but these were large campuses, with plenty of back stairways, forgotten fire doors, and service corridors that while largely ignored by faculty, were almost universally familiar to the students.
It was a chilly Saturday afternoon in early March when Emily and Holly had found themselves sipping coffees in a cozy café while doing schoolwork on their laptops. Emily, ever the introvert, had her headphones in while the far more extroverted Holly was blasting music from her computer’s tinny speakers without a single thought for the rest of the coffee shop. As a result of her particularly… interesting taste in music, they had the café nearly to themselves. The clattering of the cowbell hung on the front door as well as a chilly blast of air announced the arrival of two newcomers, and both girls looked up. A pair of tall, muscular young men from the College stood just inside the entrance, blinking as their eyes adjusted to the light. For all their differences, Emily and Holly both had the same thing on their minds.
Holly flashed her bright smile and waved to the two young men still shaking off the cold.
“Oh hi! You must be so cold! I’m Holly! There’s room at our table if you need somewhere to sit!”
The duo looked at each other, at Holly, at then at the utterly deserted café, with Emily and Holly sitting at the only occupied table. They grinned and walked over to join them. Their names were Dylan and Alec. Dylan was taller, and a little more thickly built, a wrestler for the school, and his chestnut hair fell in curls around his ears. He was fairly soft spoken at first, but he was clearly the more confident of the two. Alec was about 3 inches shorter than Dylan, still taller than either of the girls, and he had the lean physique of a swimmer, which indeed he was. His dirty blonde hair was cut short against his scalp, and his eyes were a warm grey. He was less intimidatingly confident than Dylan, but if he was nervous he covered it with humour and he quickly had the four of them laughing hysterically.
His quick wit and nervous energy drew in Holly like a magnet; Emily had never seen anyone who could talk as quickly as she could, but Alec could keep up just fine. Within ten minutes they were laughing at their own private jokes. Within twenty minutes she was sitting on his lap, and her obvious interest swelled his confidence, among other things. She giggled, bounced, and wriggled, as they spoke with each other and it was entirely transparent what she was after, and judging from Alec’s reactions he clearly had similar things in mind.
That left Emily and Dylan to get to know each other better, and while there was plenty of crosstalk among all four of them, Holly’s perch in Alec’s lap left no doubt as to who would be paired up with whom. Emily was nervous, not because she was inexperienced with boys; if you asked her father, she was far, far too experienced for her own good. She was just always awkward around new people. She let Dylan do most of the talking, in part out of shyness, and in part because she felt a little self-conscious about her braces, which she felt were all people saw when she spoke. Slowly, she opened up; Dylan was warm and genuinely curious about her in a way that drew Emily out of her shell faster than she expected, and soon they were laughing and talking nearly as quickly as the other two.
Dylan was a history major, and a wrestler, and he was also the prefect of his floor, handling disputes and issues among his classmates. He was a clear leader, and though he didn’t laugh nearly so much as Alec, he had a genuine and unrestrained laugh that filled the small café, drowning out everything else. Emily wasn’t quite so bold as to sit in his lap, but his foot kept brushing her leg under the table in a way that clearly was not accidental, making her cage incredibly tight, and her panties extremely wet. It was nearly nine at night when the coffee shop owners finally threw them out, and as a group they turned their collars against the wind and began the chilly walk back up the hill towards the schools.
Rattangrove Academy had always been the preferred “hook-up spot” for amorous couples for a variety of reasons. It was closer to the town, and the extra half mile up the hill to St. Jeremy’s was quite steep, especially in winter. More than that, a St. Jeremy’s student walking past Rattangrove raised few questions, as anyone headed to St. Jeremy’s from the village had to walk past the Academy. A Rattangrove girl caught on the road between the two campuses would have some hard explaining to do. There was nothing else further up the hill, the College sat at the very top.
Even better, at least in the students’ eyes; Rattangrove was the older school, with gnarled hedges and walled gardens, and routes for sneaking in “visitors” developed over generations of girls. It wasn’t perfect though, and it was a nervous quartet that snuck along the edge of the frozen lawn in the shade of the tall hedges to Emily and Holly’s dorm. They scampered along as quietly as they could, ears straining for the smallest sound; but with the wintry cold, and bitter wind no-one was outside to catch them, and neither girl was entirely a stranger to this particular activity.
Breathless, and with fingers numb from the cold they crept into the hall and down to their room. Each floor had a shared kitchen, dining area, and a small common room with couches, desks, and a TV. The individual bedrooms were small, but private. Two beds, two desks, a small shared bathroom, and a little bit of storage for clothes took up nearly every square inch of space. Holly’s bed was covered with clothes, books, and her laptop as usual, and so both girls ended up side by side on Emily’s bed.
Alec and Holly were giggly, flushed, and giddy with the rush of having snuck across campus in the dark. Holly squealed as Alec slid his hand, frigid from the cold up her shirt, and then moaned as he cupped her breast. Within moments he had her shirt and bra off, and was kissing his way across her ample chest, then down towards her navel. He slid his hand up her leg and along her panties, and he stopped short, surprised at finding her unlocked. Holly bit her lip, nervously. He flipped up her skirt, and her erection pushed up proudly against the thin material of her panties.
“Aren’t you a lucky girl?” he teased her, stroking the underside of her cock through her panties as Holly moaned and twisted the fabric of the comforter with her fists. “Good girls, even unlocked ones, don’t cum though, do they?” He smiled as he said it, and gave Holly’s right breast a firm squeeze as he gently teased her cock. “Aren’t those the rules here?”
“Who says I’m a good girl?” Holly shot back, quite used to being the one in control, at least in this room, with Emily. But she could feel her resolve weakening. Alec was cute, and strong, and maybe she wanted to be his good girl, at least for a little while…
Dylan and Emily started slower. Dylan was an excellent kisser, and if he minded Emily’s braces at all, he didn’t show it. He kissed her deeply, running his hands over her narrow chest, flat stomach, and slim hips, sending electric shocks down Emily’s spine. Her cage was streaming precum as she swelled to fill her tiny, candy pink prison; as always the tightness pushed her into a submissive, willing state. She wanted to give Dylan everything he wanted.
Dylan was unbuttoning her shirt and kissing the side of her neck when Alec discovered that Holly was unlocked, and after pausing for a moment at his friend’s discovery Dylan slid his hand gently up the inside of Emily’s thigh. “Are you hiding any surprises for me?” he teased. Emily didn’t answer, much preferring that his strong hand figure it out for him. His fingers reached the cage, and Emily could distantly feel his fingers exploring the steel tube.
“Looks like you’re the real good girl out of the two of you, aren’t you?” he smiled at her, leaning in for another kiss. He slid her skirt up, and her cage was visible through the soaked fabric of her white panties.
“A pink cage…. You really must be a good girl then….” He crooned, as he unbuttoned the front of her shirt, revealing Emily’s b-cup breasts nestled in her bra, the tiny stud in her navel, and her pale chest sprayed with freckles.
“Emily? A good girl? Ha! The little slut wore a red cage all last semester!” Holly smirked across the bed at Emily, and then gasped and her eyes rolled back as Alec took her cock into his mouth and gently suckled; “Holy Fuck, Alec!” she gasped. She was clearly enjoying the fantasy of being Alec’s good girl, and Dylan’s words, despite being none of her business, had intruded into her enjoyment of that.
“It wasn’t all semester. It was… Just… like… most of it.” Emily hated how lame it sounded. She never had been much at witty comebacks compared to Holly’s sharp tongue. She looked up at Dylan, expecting to see hurt or distrust, but instead his eyes were dancing with mirth. She smiled in relief, and settled herself back on the bed.
“You’re quite the surprise, aren’t you Emily? I never would have suspected you were such a naughty, naughty girl…” he bent down and kissed the very tip of Emily’s cage, breathing hot air up into the tube. After so long without sensation, it felt like heaven and Emily felt her thighs twitch in response, bucking off the bed.
“Hmmm… sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” Dylan finished undressing her as Alec was doing the same to Holly. “I’d never have guessed that you were the bad girl, but I always have had a thing for brats…” He spread her legs gently, and lubed up Emily’s hole with his finger. “I hear they don’t even milk the bad girls here, they just leave them backed up for months and months…”
Emily struggled with herself mentally. She wasn’t a bad girl… she had done some bad things now and then, but…. She was mostly good, right? Dylan’s voice was getting into her head, and her cage was painfully tight. She looked over to Holly, who was being edged gently by Alec’s fingertips as he lubed up her hole. Her face was a mask of utter delight, but she did catch Emily’s eye.
“Good girls don’t cum, Em” she teased with a giant smile as Alec slid inside her with a grunt. She was going to be Alec’s good girl for the night, and do no more than edge while the boys were still there. After they left though… well Emily was always surprisingly tight for such a little slut.
Emily looked down at the cage between her legs, and at Dylan’s impressive body standing over her. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, even if it was a little bit frustrating. She mewed with delight as he entered her and began gently thrusting. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she could play one for tonight if that’s what Dylan wanted.
“Bad girls can’t cum” she breathed, her fingertips running along the smooth pink steel of her cage, she couldn’t feel it, but she didn’t do it for herself. She smiled and winked at Dylan and was gratified to feel him pulse with excitement inside her. The night was just beginning, and being a little bad felt very, very good indeed.
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After the “Bathroom Incident” Emily had been very careful to behave as well as she knew how. A red cage not only meant total denial, it also meant much stricter punishments when she misbehaved so she had kept her head down and her nose clean. She hadn’t been able to avoid being punished entirely, and her red cage had made them harsh punishments indeed, but she had managed to keep it to less than once a month, which was nearly a miracle for her. This had also had the surprising effect (at least to her) that her grades improved sharply. Her parents had been incredibly pleased, and Christmas break had meant a cage-off orgasm, her first in nearly 7 months; although it had meant a sound paddling as well.
She had all but sprinted to the school nurse at the first opportunity in early January, permission slip in hand. A new semester meant that she was eligible to be swapped back into a normal pink cage with all its privileges. Having the hated red steel tube removed had been an incredible relief, and the nurse’s hand washing her extremely under-stimulated member before putting the pink cage on had been as intensely pleasurable as her immediate throbbing erection had been embarrassing. The nurse mercifully hadn’t said anything, and although the two cages weighed precisely the same amount, Emily had left the office feeling much lighter.
The pink cage meant that she would get at least a cage-on milking each month instead of total denial, and possibly even more. In theory if her grades stayed up, and she stayed out of trouble, she could even earn a cage-off orgasm instead of just a milking. It hadn’t happened since her first semester, and only once even then, but it wasn’t completely impossible.
More than that, she no longer felt the eyes of every professor burning into her. Normally, what colour of cage a girl was wearing was a mystery to the faculty unless they had taken her over their knee for a punishment at some point that semester. But the incident in the the bathroom under the Student’s Union had become nearly legendary to both faculty and students, so Emily’s chastity device had been a scarlet letter wherever she went. With it removed, she no longer felt like she was walking on eggshells and the possibility of minor misbehaviour without severe correction opened up again.
A new year had also meant a new roommate. Her old roommate Madison had moved on, and Emily had been a little sad to see her go. She had been in her final semester and a couple of years older than Emily, but they had gotten on quite well as both girls were quiet, tidy, and neither had any particularly odious habits.
Her new roommate, Holly, was loud. From her blazing red hair, to her taste in music, to her incredibly vibrant personality (and in Emily’s opinion, her utter inability to shut up). Emily swore that Holly even brushed her teeth at the maximum possible volume. The contrast was stark between the two, and it came from one very simple place: While Emily was the typical quiet, submissive, and unsure locked girl, Holly’s far more progressive upbringing meant that she was a free girl.
There weren’t a lot of trans girls at the Academy that had their freedom, but it wasn’t banned outright any more. While Emily’s tiny member was always kept safely away from her lustful fingers (or anyone else’s for that matter) Holly’s rather larger shaft had never known the cramped confines of a steel tube. It had taken the pair some time to get to know one another, and Emily had initially been extremely jealous of her new roommate’s freedom. Emily was a clean freak, Holly was a slob; Emily at least tried to study, and Holly passed her classes seemingly without trying.
Eventually the two had grown comfortable with each other and their living arrangement, and as they found common ground the inevitable had happened. Emily was never one to turn down a cock, at either end, and she had to admit that Holly had a gorgeous one. It had started with just a quiet hand-job under the blankets while they watched a movie, but it had quickly become much more intimate. Holly tried to be as generous and considerate a lover as she could, but very often Emily ended up with Holly’s creamy load dripping out of her with little to show for it herself apart from a very tight cage. Holly wanted to be generous, but she didn’t have the kind of stamina Emily needed to get off that way; or so she claimed. Emily had her own suspicions…
Even more than that, they had to be quick and quiet. Fraternization between roommates was strictly forbidden, and even without the cage Holly was supposed to remain orgasm-free while at school. Like most honour systems it was entirely ineffective, but so long as she didn’t walk around with semen stains on her clothes or brag too openly about her conquests where a professor could overhear, she had little to be concerned about. As a result, a nice quiet suck from her roommate was a lot easier to hide than a half hour of creaking bedsprings, no matter Emily’s frustration. So long as most of the evidence ended up safely inside Emily it was very difficult for anyone to prove that she wasn’t playing by the school’s rules.
So on quiet nights in, Holly always had Emily there to take care of her needs, and she did her best to give Emily the hard fucking she always wanted in return when they were at least pretty sure they had the floor to themselves. It was a good arrangement, if a little unfair, but there were was an itch for Holly that Emily most decidedly couldn’t scratch, not with the cage in the way. For Emily too, as much as Holly did her best, she had always liked a little… variety in her partners, and certainly more stamina. At least enough to help her get the relief that was so consistently denied her.
Happily, there was a solution to both problems just down the road: St. Jeremy’s College. An all-male boarding college that was incredibly famous for its athletic achievements. The two schools did their best to prevent fraternization, but as students were free to go down to the village on weekends, you always saw the two groups intermingling. Members of the College were absolutely banned on Academy property and vice-versa, but these were large campuses, with plenty of back stairways, forgotten fire doors, and service corridors that while largely ignored by faculty, were almost universally familiar to the students.
It was a chilly Saturday afternoon in early March when Emily and Holly had found themselves sipping coffees in a cozy café while doing schoolwork on their laptops. Emily, ever the introvert, had her headphones in while the far more extroverted Holly was blasting music from her computer’s tinny speakers without a single thought for the rest of the coffee shop. As a result of her particularly… interesting taste in music, they had the café nearly to themselves. The clattering of the cowbell hung on the front door as well as a chilly blast of air announced the arrival of two newcomers, and both girls looked up. A pair of tall, muscular young men from the College stood just inside the entrance, blinking as their eyes adjusted to the light. For all their differences, Emily and Holly both had the same thing on their minds.
Holly flashed her bright smile and waved to the two young men still shaking off the cold.
“Oh hi! You must be so cold! I’m Holly! There’s room at our table if you need somewhere to sit!”
The duo looked at each other, at Holly, at then at the utterly deserted café, with Emily and Holly sitting at the only occupied table. They grinned and walked over to join them. Their names were Dylan and Alec. Dylan was taller, and a little more thickly built, a wrestler for the school, and his chestnut hair fell in curls around his ears. He was fairly soft spoken at first, but he was clearly the more confident of the two. Alec was about 3 inches shorter than Dylan, still taller than either of the girls, and he had the lean physique of a swimmer, which indeed he was. His dirty blonde hair was cut short against his scalp, and his eyes were a warm grey. He was less intimidatingly confident than Dylan, but if he was nervous he covered it with humour and he quickly had the four of them laughing hysterically.
His quick wit and nervous energy drew in Holly like a magnet; Emily had never seen anyone who could talk as quickly as she could, but Alec could keep up just fine. Within ten minutes they were laughing at their own private jokes. Within twenty minutes she was sitting on his lap, and her obvious interest swelled his confidence, among other things. She giggled, bounced, and wriggled, as they spoke with each other and it was entirely transparent what she was after, and judging from Alec’s reactions he clearly had similar things in mind.
That left Emily and Dylan to get to know each other better, and while there was plenty of crosstalk among all four of them, Holly’s perch in Alec’s lap left no doubt as to who would be paired up with whom. Emily was nervous, not because she was inexperienced with boys; if you asked her father, she was far, far too experienced for her own good. She was just always awkward around new people. She let Dylan do most of the talking, in part out of shyness, and in part because she felt a little self-conscious about her braces, which she felt were all people saw when she spoke. Slowly, she opened up; Dylan was warm and genuinely curious about her in a way that drew Emily out of her shell faster than she expected, and soon they were laughing and talking nearly as quickly as the other two.
Dylan was a history major, and a wrestler, and he was also the prefect of his floor, handling disputes and issues among his classmates. He was a clear leader, and though he didn’t laugh nearly so much as Alec, he had a genuine and unrestrained laugh that filled the small café, drowning out everything else. Emily wasn’t quite so bold as to sit in his lap, but his foot kept brushing her leg under the table in a way that clearly was not accidental, making her cage incredibly tight, and her panties extremely wet. It was nearly nine at night when the coffee shop owners finally threw them out, and as a group they turned their collars against the wind and began the chilly walk back up the hill towards the schools.
Rattangrove Academy had always been the preferred “hook-up spot” for amorous couples for a variety of reasons. It was closer to the town, and the extra half mile up the hill to St. Jeremy’s was quite steep, especially in winter. More than that, a St. Jeremy’s student walking past Rattangrove raised few questions, as anyone headed to St. Jeremy’s from the village had to walk past the Academy. A Rattangrove girl caught on the road between the two campuses would have some hard explaining to do. There was nothing else further up the hill, the College sat at the very top.
Even better, at least in the students’ eyes; Rattangrove was the older school, with gnarled hedges and walled gardens, and routes for sneaking in “visitors” developed over generations of girls. It wasn’t perfect though, and it was a nervous quartet that snuck along the edge of the frozen lawn in the shade of the tall hedges to Emily and Holly’s dorm. They scampered along as quietly as they could, ears straining for the smallest sound; but with the wintry cold, and bitter wind no-one was outside to catch them, and neither girl was entirely a stranger to this particular activity.
Breathless, and with fingers numb from the cold they crept into the hall and down to their room. Each floor had a shared kitchen, dining area, and a small common room with couches, desks, and a TV. The individual bedrooms were small, but private. Two beds, two desks, a small shared bathroom, and a little bit of storage for clothes took up nearly every square inch of space. Holly’s bed was covered with clothes, books, and her laptop as usual, and so both girls ended up side by side on Emily’s bed.
Alec and Holly were giggly, flushed, and giddy with the rush of having snuck across campus in the dark. Holly squealed as Alec slid his hand, frigid from the cold up her shirt, and then moaned as he cupped her breast. Within moments he had her shirt and bra off, and was kissing his way across her ample chest, then down towards her navel. He slid his hand up her leg and along her panties, and he stopped short, surprised at finding her unlocked. Holly bit her lip, nervously. He flipped up her skirt, and her erection pushed up proudly against the thin material of her panties.
“Aren’t you a lucky girl?” he teased her, stroking the underside of her cock through her panties as Holly moaned and twisted the fabric of the comforter with her fists. “Good girls, even unlocked ones, don’t cum though, do they?” He smiled as he said it, and gave Holly’s right breast a firm squeeze as he gently teased her cock. “Aren’t those the rules here?”
“Who says I’m a good girl?” Holly shot back, quite used to being the one in control, at least in this room, with Emily. But she could feel her resolve weakening. Alec was cute, and strong, and maybe she wanted to be his good girl, at least for a little while…
Dylan and Emily started slower. Dylan was an excellent kisser, and if he minded Emily’s braces at all, he didn’t show it. He kissed her deeply, running his hands over her narrow chest, flat stomach, and slim hips, sending electric shocks down Emily’s spine. Her cage was streaming precum as she swelled to fill her tiny, candy pink prison; as always the tightness pushed her into a submissive, willing state. She wanted to give Dylan everything he wanted.
Dylan was unbuttoning her shirt and kissing the side of her neck when Alec discovered that Holly was unlocked, and after pausing for a moment at his friend’s discovery Dylan slid his hand gently up the inside of Emily’s thigh. “Are you hiding any surprises for me?” he teased. Emily didn’t answer, much preferring that his strong hand figure it out for him. His fingers reached the cage, and Emily could distantly feel his fingers exploring the steel tube.
“Looks like you’re the real good girl out of the two of you, aren’t you?” he smiled at her, leaning in for another kiss. He slid her skirt up, and her cage was visible through the soaked fabric of her white panties.
“A pink cage…. You really must be a good girl then….” He crooned, as he unbuttoned the front of her shirt, revealing Emily’s b-cup breasts nestled in her bra, the tiny stud in her navel, and her pale chest sprayed with freckles.
“Emily? A good girl? Ha! The little slut wore a red cage all last semester!” Holly smirked across the bed at Emily, and then gasped and her eyes rolled back as Alec took her cock into his mouth and gently suckled; “Holy Fuck, Alec!” she gasped. She was clearly enjoying the fantasy of being Alec’s good girl, and Dylan’s words, despite being none of her business, had intruded into her enjoyment of that.
“It wasn’t all semester. It was… Just… like… most of it.” Emily hated how lame it sounded. She never had been much at witty comebacks compared to Holly’s sharp tongue. She looked up at Dylan, expecting to see hurt or distrust, but instead his eyes were dancing with mirth. She smiled in relief, and settled herself back on the bed.
“You’re quite the surprise, aren’t you Emily? I never would have suspected you were such a naughty, naughty girl…” he bent down and kissed the very tip of Emily’s cage, breathing hot air up into the tube. After so long without sensation, it felt like heaven and Emily felt her thighs twitch in response, bucking off the bed.
“Hmmm… sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” Dylan finished undressing her as Alec was doing the same to Holly. “I’d never have guessed that you were the bad girl, but I always have had a thing for brats…” He spread her legs gently, and lubed up Emily’s hole with his finger. “I hear they don’t even milk the bad girls here, they just leave them backed up for months and months…”
Emily struggled with herself mentally. She wasn’t a bad girl… she had done some bad things now and then, but…. She was mostly good, right? Dylan’s voice was getting into her head, and her cage was painfully tight. She looked over to Holly, who was being edged gently by Alec’s fingertips as he lubed up her hole. Her face was a mask of utter delight, but she did catch Emily’s eye.
“Good girls don’t cum, Em” she teased with a giant smile as Alec slid inside her with a grunt. She was going to be Alec’s good girl for the night, and do no more than edge while the boys were still there. After they left though… well Emily was always surprisingly tight for such a little slut.
Emily looked down at the cage between her legs, and at Dylan’s impressive body standing over her. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, even if it was a little bit frustrating. She mewed with delight as he entered her and began gently thrusting. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she could play one for tonight if that’s what Dylan wanted.
“Bad girls can’t cum” she breathed, her fingertips running along the smooth pink steel of her cage, she couldn’t feel it, but she didn’t do it for herself. She smiled and winked at Dylan and was gratified to feel him pulse with excitement inside her. The night was just beginning, and being a little bad felt very, very good indeed.