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Emily was excited that she finally had some time alone. Her parents kept an incredibly close eye on her, even more so now that she was in college. She wasn’t sure how long the house would be empty for, so she quietly scampered up to her room and closed the door. In a hurry, with a very particular itch to scratch, she didn’t even bother taking off her shirt or stockings; hurriedly she stripped off her skirt and panties, and then went to fetch her green friend from it’s hiding place.
Her parents would be furious if they found out she had such a scandalous toy. They were always so strict with anything sexual. The cage had been their idea of course: Her parents had been wonderful about her transitioning, but they had very old fashioned ideas about what was and wasn’t ladylike, and the cage hadn’t been optional. Happily, there were ways around it. Which was where the toy entered the picture.
She couldn’t stroke herself to an orgasm of course, and even the gaps in the bars of what her parents infuriatingly referred to as her “big gurl cage” wouldn’t allow much more than a delicious tease. But a toy skilfully and regularly applied to her prostate would eventually bring about the release she needed. But it took a while, so it was lucky her parents were out.
With a bit of lube, the toy slid deliciously up inside her. Emily didn’t consider herself “slutty” exactly, more just well experienced. While still technically a penile virgin, her back door was no stranger to regular visitors of the cock persuasion. Closing her eyes and laying back, she pictured her latest crush: Troy. Not overly tall, but a total gym rat - lean, toned, with beautiful eyes. The toy squelched inside her as she picked up the pace, the tip rhythmically tapping against her prostate.
Biting her lower lip she imagined him taking off her panties, and taking her tiny cage into his mouth, his warm soft tongue teasing her through the bars. That was the best thing about her new cage; the ability for her to feel something while she was wearing it. For as long as she could remember she had worn a fully enclosed cage, in candy pink. Not just humiliating, but also it kept her tiny dicklette in total sensory deprivation. This new cage had been her graduation present from high school, and despite it being a small thing that most people would never see, nothing made her feel more adult than wearing it.
She didn’t touch herself through the cage, the trick to a good prostate orgasm was to avoid touching her tiny member entirely, just riding the wave of pleasure coming from her p-button. Finally, she could feel the orgasm building, and she went over the cage, her narrow hips thrusting as she ground her prostate against the toy.
Which is exactly the moment her mother walked into the bedroom.
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Caught: Part One: The Toy
Emily was excited that she finally had some time alone. Her parents kept an incredibly close eye on her, even more so now that she was in college. She wasn’t sure how long the house would be empty for, so she quietly scampered up to her room and closed the door. In a hurry, with a very particular itch to scratch, she didn’t even bother taking off her shirt or stockings; hurriedly she stripped off her skirt and panties, and then went to fetch her green friend from it’s hiding place.
Her parents would be furious if they found out she had such a scandalous toy. They were always so strict with anything sexual. The cage had been their idea of course: Her parents had been wonderful about her transitioning, but they had very old fashioned ideas about what was and wasn’t ladylike, and the cage hadn’t been optional. Happily, there were ways around it. Which was where the toy entered the picture.
She couldn’t stroke herself to an orgasm of course, and even the gaps in the bars of what her parents infuriatingly referred to as her “big gurl cage” wouldn’t allow much more than a delicious tease. But a toy skilfully and regularly applied to her prostate would eventually bring about the release she needed. But it took a while, so it was lucky her parents were out.
With a bit of lube, the toy slid deliciously up inside her. Emily didn’t consider herself “slutty” exactly, more just well experienced. While still technically a penile virgin, her back door was no stranger to regular visitors of the cock persuasion. Closing her eyes and laying back, she pictured her latest crush: Troy. Not overly tall, but a total gym rat - lean, toned, with beautiful eyes. The toy squelched inside her as she picked up the pace, the tip rhythmically tapping against her prostate.
Biting her lower lip she imagined him taking off her panties, and taking her tiny cage into his mouth, his warm soft tongue teasing her through the bars. That was the best thing about her new cage; the ability for her to feel something while she was wearing it. For as long as she could remember she had worn a fully enclosed cage, in candy pink. Not just humiliating, but also it kept her tiny dicklette in total sensory deprivation. This new cage had been her graduation present from high school, and despite it being a small thing that most people would never see, nothing made her feel more adult than wearing it.
She didn’t touch herself through the cage, the trick to a good prostate orgasm was to avoid touching her tiny member entirely, just riding the wave of pleasure coming from her p-button. Finally, she could feel the orgasm building, and she went over the cage, her narrow hips thrusting as she ground her prostate against the toy.
Which is exactly the moment her mother walked into the bedroom.