It started with a wine night.
Just Lauren and her best friend Olivia, curled up on the couch with a second bottle open and legs tangled like always. They’d been inseparable since college, but there were certain things Lauren had never shared.
Until now.
There was something about the way Olivia talked about her own sex life—sweet, but stagnant. Like she’d resigned herself to being the only one initiating, the one always trying to feel sexy and desired while her partner drifted further into lazy comfort.
“I just miss feeling… worshipped, you know?” Olivia sighed, brushing her curls behind one ear. “Like he used to look at me like I was magic. Now it’s Netflix and a quickie if I’m lucky.”
Lauren sipped her wine, her pulse quickening. Now or never, girl.
“What if I told you,” she said slowly, “that I’ve been locking James’s cock up for the last three weeks?”
Olivia blinked. “Wait. What?”
Lauren grinned and tapped the gold key nestled between her breasts. “Literally. I have the key. He wears a little cage. I decide when and if he gets to come.”
The silence that followed was thick—and then Olivia’s jaw dropped open in shock and awe. “You are KIDDING.”
Lauren laughed. “I swear. It started as a curiosity thing… but it’s completely changed our dynamic. I’ve never felt this confident, or this desired. It’s like he’s obsessed with me again, but in the best way. He worships the ground I walk on.”
Olivia’s eyes widened. “So like… he just walks around with it on?”
Lauren nodded, sipping. “Every day. Showers, errands, everything. It’s become this sweet, sexy reminder that I’m in control—and he loves that I’m stepping into that.”
“I don’t know if my guy would ever go for that,” Olivia said, clearly intrigued despite herself. “But I’m obsessed with this for you. Like… can I see it?”
Lauren cocked her head playfully. “The cage?”
“Yes!” Olivia laughed, her cheeks flushing. “I mean—only if he’s okay with it. Just… this is wild and I’m curious.”
Lauren smirked, setting down her wine glass. “Let me ask.”
James was in the kitchen tidying up. When Lauren pulled him aside, she could see the flicker of panic and arousal ripple through him when she said, “Olivia wants to see your cage.”
His eyes darted toward the living room, then back to her face. “Seriously?”
She leaned in close, her voice low and warm. “You’ll be helping me share something beautiful. Don’t think of it as humiliating—think of it as serving. Making me proud.”
James swallowed hard. His face turned red, but his eyes—his eyes said yes.
Lauren walked back into the living room with a satisfied smile. “He’s in.”
Moments later, James stepped shyly into the room, wearing only his boxers. Lauren slid beside Olivia and patted the couch like it was a front-row seat to the revolution.
“Go ahead, baby,” she said, voice gentle but firm. “Show her.”
James hesitated for just a second, then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and slowly lowered them.
The cage was snug, sleek, and locked in place. Olivia gasped softly, then covered her mouth with both hands. “Oh my god. That’s… wow.”
Lauren watched her friend’s reaction with a grin. “He hasn’t had an orgasm in weeks. Not unless I say so.”
Olivia leaned in, inspecting the device curiously—not lewd, but fascinated. “Does it hurt? Like, can you pee with it?”
James cleared his throat. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s more… frustrating in a good way. Like a constant reminder that she’s in charge.”
Olivia nodded slowly. “This is… honestly amazing. And you’re into it?”
“I’ve never felt more connected to her,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “It makes me feel like I’m really putting her pleasure first. Like I’m showing up for her.”
Lauren beamed, her hand resting on her key. “I feel so… chosen. Every time I see him squirming or needy, I feel sexy. Desired. And the best part? I don’t have to perform. I get to receive. I get to lead.”
Olivia looked down at the cage again, then back at Lauren. “I mean… damn. I thought I had to choose between being soft and sexy or being in charge. But this? This is feminine power. It’s like sensual ownership.”
Lauren leaned in, her voice soft and a little husky. “Exactly. And you don’t have to wear leather or scream orders to be dominant. You can smile sweetly, say ‘not tonight, baby’ and have him aching for you all week.”
They laughed together, the tension melting into shared curiosity and connection.
Olivia finally looked at James, who was still standing obediently, boxers in hand. “Okay, you’re a good sport. You can pull them up now.”
James did, his face flushed but smiling.
Lauren stood and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, love. That was perfect.”
He nodded, slipping out of the room.
Later, as they poured a third glass of wine, Olivia said, “Okay, I need to know everything. How do you get started? What do you say? And how do you keep it from getting weird?”
Lauren laughed. “It will feel weird at first. But if you stay playful, honest, and curious—it becomes this powerful journey. You find your own style. And it turns out? Men want to surrender when they trust you.”
Olivia looked thoughtful, then cracked a grin. “Can you help me order a cage?”
Lauren raised her glass. “Welcome to the club.”
To be Continued
