M winced, feeling his cock jump a bit in its cage as a thick gobbet of precum dripped down. Her real intent was clear: she wanted to know if M saw the used condom. Charlie glanced down to see the cage throb and the thick drop of precum hanging by a thread, and smiled; she was clearly in a mood, but M was unsure for what.
“Yes, mistress,” he replied, giving Charlie the power to dictate the conversation’s course, as she always did. Charlie turned towards the vanity mirror, still smiling, starting to remove her makeup.
“Good boy,” she stated. She added, with a bigger smile, “is there anything you want to ask?” She was giving him a chance to indulge his curiosity about the other man. Or, was she giving him the chance to humiliate himself by asking? Was it even a real question, or was it just to humiliate and tease him? How did she expect him to answer?
M remembered their conversation last week: Charlie does what she wants, when she wants and with whom she wants. The limit of his involvement is completely up to her. If she really wanted to tell him about this other man, she’d tell him rather than asking if he wanted to know. Charlie continued removing her makeup without another word while M struggled with his feelings and curiosity.
He realized if she wanted a predetermined answer, she would have asked him a more leading question or prompted him by now. Charlie was smarter than that. No — she wanted him to struggle, and to come to his own answer. Why would he even want to know? because it turned him on? to humiliate himself? in hopes Charlie would get turned on telling him, and release him from his cage to play?
The only reasons M wanted to know, were about him: his curiosity, his ego, his horniness. It wouldn’t be an act of submission to ask at all. Did M really need to know? the answer, he realized, was…
“No, mistress,” M stated. The answer was freeing and cathartic, and M sighed in relief, bowing his head.
“Good answer,” Charlie said, clearly satisfied. She finished by putting cream on her face, and removed her work sneakers and socks. Leaving them on the floor, she stood to toss her used makeup wipes in the waste basket that only hours before contained the used condom. She walked to the side of the bed, and started removing her work clothes.
First came the scrub shirt, revealing a tank top with built-in bra beneath. Her breasts shifted and jiggled as she tossed the shirt on the bed, and bent over to remove her pants. She turned, tossing the pants on the bed next to the shirt, giving M a view of her plump and round ass unconcealed by the lace thong she still wore. Next off came the tank top, and her breasts hung and swayed as Charlie finished by removing her thong.
She stood naked briefly before M, and he felt a brief surge of arousal looking at her curvaceous form: the slightly saggy teardrop shape of her ample breasts and the round nipples at their tips, the slight curve of her waist and shapely belly, the reddish-brown and fluffy triangle of neatly-trimmed hair on her pubic mound, and the outward curve of her thick thighs completing the pear-shaped appearance of her body overall.
She pointed to her bedroom door beside M, and ordered, “give me my robe, please”. M nodded and handed her the satin robe, which she put on and tied around her waist. The robe extended down to her mid-thigh but wasn’t wrapped tightly enough to fully cover her chest, and her unsupported breasts jiggled and shifted freely underneath the fabric. Charlie would completely expose herself if she turned the right way or bent over; wearing the robe was less about modesty or comfort, than it was to tease M with only the occasional, lucky, glimpse.
Charlie stepped towards M, and smiled. She raised her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, standing on her tiptoes while pulling him downwards. He leaned over slightly and wrapped his arms around her torso, and she gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. M sighed into her lips as his cage brushed pleasurably against the satin fabric and softness of Charlie’s body, and his pelvic muscles clenched; his caged cock leapt upwards, pressing itself into her belly, and he felt a sudden smear of precum on her robe.
“Aww,” Charlie cooed, barely breaking their liplock, “something wants out of its cage…” She giggled slightly, her hands caressing his shoulder blades and the back of his neck, sending tingles down M’s spine as she parted his lips with her own. He felt Charlie’s tongue slip out of her mouth, teasing him with little licks against his lips. M opened his mouth slightly to match her tongue with his, but she pulled back, breaking contact with another giggle.
“Nuh-uh,” she teased quietly, looking into his eyes. She leaned forward again, parting her lips and continuing to tease his lips with tiny licks. M’s breath grew a little deeper and he felt the urge to return her kiss in kind, but suppressed it for Charlie to continue doing as she pleased. Her fingers slipped upwards, running through his hair as she gently sucked his upper lip, followed by his lower lip.
M’s pelvic muscles clenched again, causing his cock to push against her belly again, and he moaned quietly into Charlie’s mouth. Charlie reciprocated with a moan of her own, and she pulled back, paused briefly as if resisting the urge for more, and said “I’ve been dying to hear that all day…”
She let go of the back of M’s head, sliding her hands down his shoulders and arms as she lowered herself off her tiptoes. He loosened his hold on her, and she took a step back, looking down at the strands of precum hanging between his cage and the smeared front of her satin robe. She bit her lip and moaned approvingly, before looking at him with a wry smile.
“Put my laundry away and come eat before the pizza gets cold,” she said huskily, forcing the brief and sexually-charged moment to a close. Charlie stepped around him, and out of the bedroom. M quickly put her sneakers on her shoe rack and picked up her work clothes. As he carried them to bathroom, he wrinkled his nose at the hospital smell of disinfectant and cleaning supplies on them, and dropped them in the hamper.
“Get a towel to sit on while you’re in there,” Charlie called out, “I don’t want you leaking on my dining chairs”. M furrowed his brow in frustration, most of which was sexual from going without orgasm for a week made worse by Charlie’s merciless teasing. He took a towel from her cabinet, walked back into the dining room where Charlie was already eating, and put the towel on the chair before sitting.
Two slices were already on M’s plate, and he noticed it was topped with mushrooms, green pepper, and spinach. He was slightly surprised; he didn’t expect Charlie to be the type to go for vegetarian pizza. He picked the mushrooms off the slices before eating while Charlie watched, obviously making a mental note that M didn’t like mushrooms.
Charlie took a sip of her cider and said, “so, tell me about what happened with your boss”.
M shrugged, thinking back on the meeting. He told Charlie in between bites of pizza, “she just noticed my job performance had improved over the last couple weeks, and I was getting along better with my coworkers than I had before. She just wanted to say, good job and keep up the improvements.”