My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad They're Not Just For Me… Part 7

Chapter 4

It wasn’t the wake-up routine a formerly single man was used to, that’s for sure. But definitely one I could get behind.

Nora was the first to stir, yawning loudly as she stretched herself out on top of me. Arms raised high above her head, the bulk of her weight pressing straight into my chest. And her chest—God, her chest. The first thing I saw was that deep cleavage, her tits squeezed to their limits by that thin, tight top as they flattened against my ribs.

“Goedemorgen, mijn held,” Nora purred groggily, accent thick in her morning haze.

I’d picked up enough Dutch over the last year to understand her little phrases. Good morning, good night, my love, hello. The things she always slipped in so naturally. But hearing it now, wrapped in sheets, her warmth pressed into me, her sleepy voice melting out of her lips—God, even good morning made my heart race. Although that wasn’t the only thing of mine pounding, I quickly realized as I looked further down.

“Good morning, Nora,” I swooned, utterly in love with the scene before me.

Finally satisfied with her cat-like stretching, her arms went limp, flopping down to the pillow beside me. Face-first, her breath tickled my chest as she mumbled, “How sleep?” Her voice muffled against my pec, stretched out like Superman mid-flight as she was, made me stifle a laugh.

“Apparently better than you did,” I chuckled, my chest rumbling against her cheek. Her hair spread over me, tickling, sending little shivers through me that only added to the warmth of the moment.

“Mmm…” she groaned, clearly too tired to care about my laughter. “All men sleep like baby after sex. Can call Nora Nyquil from now on.”

The humor was obvious, but her flat, sleep-heavy delivery only made it sweeter.

Still, the words stuck—all men. Nora always joked about her job, her sex life, anything to get a rise out of me, often times literally if not for the chastity cage that had become a recent addition to our relationship. But after last night, after realizing how good she really felt, how perfect it was… was this jealousy? No… not exactly. It wasn’t exactly shame either at loving the idea of her with other people… What was this new feeling? I didn’t have time to dwell on it further though as Nora spoke up again.

“Well, glad you sleep like baby, mijn lief. Meanwhile, I have hard thing poking me all night. Wake up to needy boyfriend desperate for Nora. Then, after boy is drained, again, he hog sheets and steal my fluffiest pillow!” She whined it playfully, even though she’d been sleeping on me, not that damn pillow. Still, it was pretty fluffy…

“At least I don’t snore like a certain someone,” I shot back, feigning disgust.

Her head popped up just enough to meet my gaze, eyes narrowed in mock rage. “You tell lies!” she hissed, pinching my side.

“Alright! Alright, I lie! Nora sleeps like a beautiful princess. A princess that does wiggle her butt in her sleep, though.”

That cracked us both. Soon we were rolling in bed, laughter spilling through the sheets.

Nora’s laughter still echoed between us when her hand slid down over my stomach, slipping beneath the sheets. I didn’t even have to say anything—her sleepy smirk said she already knew what she’d find.

Her fingers brushed against me, and she hummed with mock surprise. “Ohhh, look. Still working. Morning wood always so reliable.”

My hips twitched the second she gave me a lazy stroke, and she laughed into my chest, the sound warm and teasing. “See? Even half-asleep, still eager. Is like alarm clock between your legs.”

“You’re the one who keeps setting it off,” I muttered, already groaning as her hand squeezed just enough to make me buck up into her palm a second time.

Nora gave me a few slow pumps, then sighed like it was such a chore. “Mmm, good… but no. Not now. You ruin whole day if I let you cum in morning. Will be all sleepy and needy after. No Nyquil for you.”

Before I could whine back, she propped herself up on an elbow, stretching across me toward the nightstand. I caught the faint jingle of metal as her fingers closed around it.

The key.

She twirled it around her finger, smirking down at me with that wicked morning glow in her eyes. “Yes, back in cage, mijn puppy. Need hit snooze button on boyfriend’s alarm before we get out of bed.”

I groaned out loud, half frustrated, half turned on already. “Seriously? Before breakfast?”

She leaned closer, kissed my cheek, and whispered against my ear, “Can’t have you make mess in your pants while we are out, hmm? I plan cute date. We walk, we kiss, I show off my pretty man. We kiss some more. But if I don’t lock you up…” She tapped the tip of the key against my chest and giggled, “…then who knows what trouble you make.”

Her smirk softened just a fraction as she dangled the key above me, watching my reaction like it was her favorite game.

”Okay kinky boy. Time go back in cage for beautiful girlfriend.” Nora grinned impishly as she began raining kisses down my chest, then my stomach, and finally making a detour to the left and ending on my thigh.

“If only she had kept using those beautiful lips of hers to keep kissing straight down...” I thought to myself as I stared down at her and how she was now face to face with the monster of her own making.

Rising until she was on her knees, Nora held the small plastic cage in the palm of one hand, and my engorged member between two fingers in the other. “I take cage off last night, so I think can put back on myself.” Nora said with a look of trepidatious determination.

“But... Mr. Penis is so much bigger than cage. Can’t believe boyfriend wore this all week for me...” The awe in her voice was evident. Nora had been gently stroking my shaft with her thumb and index finger, just enough to keep me hard, while holding the cage up directly against me. The difference in size was rather... noticeable.

“Luca, how big is cage you wear?” she asked, her skeptical gaze moving back and forth between the cage in her palm and the cock standing defiantly in her other hand.

“Umm... About two inches... Maybe a little shorter actually... It’s ahh, better for men to have a slightly smaller cage than larger. It helps with shifting and things...” I could feel my cheeks burning. It took all my strength not to grab the pillow below me and cover myself with it. Seeing her like this, with my cage in her hand, knowing what she was about to do with it. With me. It was a dream come true.  A horrifying nightmarish dream that only a succubus could think of, but a dream nonetheless.

“I see... And your cock. Is... what? six inch? Seven? Is  not bad size, bigger than most client I think.” There wasn’t a shred of embarrasment or shame in her voice. Something that comes with years of experience as an escort I supposed.

“It’s a little under seven inches, yeah...” Yep, it was there. Any doubts I had about my face turning scarlet was definitely gone now. Maybe it wasn’t too late to grab that pillow still...

“Is wild you fit in this tiny cage. You’re cock, not small Luca. Good size, is perfect for me. Most men with big monster cock just use like battering ram on pussy. May look hot, but not feel good. Trust. But this, actually perfect size.” Nora continued stroking me with those two fingers as she leaned in close, examining my morning wood like a scientist for a few moments longer before letting out a huff, seemingly satisfied with her appraisal of yet another cock she had tamed.

“Okay, time for cage Luca. I stop stroke. Tell your friend is time to get soft now.” The smile on her face was priceless as she playfully flicked the head of my cock.

I stared up at her in surprise at the sudden praise followed by cold, playful, indiference. “I... it’s not like a switch Nora. I can’t just calm down after you were holding it like that. Maybe, you could do something to help it go down first? Before locking me up?” There was a twinge of hope still in my mind that I would be able to feel that sweet heavenly release again from her mouth. But that blank, indifferent stare instantly shattered any fantasies I may have had.

“Hmm… Luca want girlfriend help. But anything I do probably only make dick harder.” She tilted her head at me with that infuriating, knowing smile. “And I tell you already—you don’t have permission to cum until much later, kinky boy.” The way she said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world only made it worse, because it was true. Anything Nora did at this point would only make me more desperate for release.

My groan of frustration only seemed to amuse her further.

“Oh! Wait!” Nora’s eyes widened as she seemingly had an epiphany. “Week before you came. I watch all sorts of chastity videos for you. In one, wife locked up husband but he wouldn’t get small. So she put cock in cup of ice water. Made shrink very fast.” And there was that devilish grin again. “Want I get ice to help cool it down Luca?”

“How was she able to ask something so torterous so casually?” I couldn’t help but wonder as images flashed in my mind at what she had just revealed. She had been watching videos on male chastity... In preparation for me...? What had she seen...? If it was anything like my own search history... I was still new to this whole experience in real life but... should I be afraid?

“No no! Let’s just... save that in case, maybe. Please? Usually I get pretty turned on when I try putting it on myself so I can kind of just... force it in...” I couldn’t help but let my voice trail off as the implication of what I was saying hit me. Asking Nora to just force the cage on my still hard cock before our date together.

“Oh? Luca just want me to be mean? Okay I try first, but I want try ice sometime later too if no work.”

With that settled and without even batting an eye at my submissive suggestion, she adjusted her grip, cage in one hand, my cock in the other. Her brows furrowed, tongue poking at the corner of her lips in concentration. “Hmm… video say first—slip ring around balls. Like this.”

I hissed as the base ring slid tight around me, her fingers tugging my sack through with surprising care. She leaned back to admire it, proud as if she’d just solved a puzzle. “Okay. Step one. Easy.”

Her gaze returned to my cock, throbbing stubbornly against her hand. She clicked her tongue. “Still too big for cage. Need little help.”

And then, without warning, she bent forward and drooled a long string of spit down onto the tip before sealing her lips around me.

I sat up so fast that swear I would have sent Nora flying if not for that professional seal her lips had around my cock. “N-Nora!”

She slathered me in spit, working her mouth down just far enough to coat me completely wet, sloppy, and shining. When she pulled back, she gave me a wicked grin, a smear of drool glistening on her chin. “See? Now is lubed. Easier to stuff cock inside. You thank me later.”

I was panting, trembling, desperate for more of that sudden sweetness—but before I could even speak, she was already pressing the tip of my slickened cock into the cage opening.

“Time for you go back home, mijn puppy.” She began guiding me in, slowly, relentlessly, smothering my erection, inch by inch into the tiny plastic prison. Every push forced me harder, my cock straining against the shrinking space until finally, with one last shove, she had the head tucked inside.

“There. Almost… done… Now… just mush boyfriends cock down like he ask…” she murmured, coaxing the rest of me down with both hands until at last my shaft was fully swallowed, trapped tight.

Satisfied, Nora snapped the lock shut with a decisive click, then dangled the key in front of my face with a triumphant smirk.

The click of the lock echoed louder in my head than it had any right to. Final. Unyielding. Like the sound of a door slamming shut behind me.

I sucked in a breath, my cock still throbbing angrily inside the unforgiving plastic. It wasn’t fair—my body was screaming for release, my heart hammering from her sudden slobbery tease, and yet now every twitch only made the cage bite down harder. The pressure was maddening, straining against a prison I couldn’t fight.

It hurt. It ached. But god, the ache was intoxicating too. That duality of torment and devotion—knowing that every desperate throb belonged to her now. My cock wasn’t mine. Not anymore.

I tilted my head back into the pillow, groaning through clenched teeth. “F-fuck, Nora…”

Her grin softened just slightly as she lowered herself closer, lifting the cage in her fingers. She held it like a trophy, her eyes glittering with pride at the sight of me stuffed and sealed away for her, again. And then—she leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss against the front of the cage.

“Mm.” She smiled against it before pulling back, her voice a playful purr. “How feel, mijn puppy? Cock all trapped inside… still so hard, but no way out.”

Her free hand cradled my balls gently, rolling them with almost tender care, a stark contrast to the wicked grin on her lips.

The touch made my hips jerk helplessly, a wave of frustration and need flooding through me. “It’s… God, it’s tight. Feels… impossible. I don’t know how I’m supposed to—”

“—Supposed to behave like good boy for girlfriend.” She finished for me, her thumb stroking idly across my sack. “Don’t worry, Luca. You learn. And until then… I hold key.”

She twirled it lazily between her fingers again, eyes never leaving mine.

Nora kissed the cage one more time before setting it down with a satisfied little sigh, her palm still cupping my balls as if she were weighing them.

“Mmm… very full today. Luca’s balls heavy, no? Boyfriend might explode if I tease too much on date.” She gave them a playful squeeze, and my whole body jerked in response. Her laugh was low and throaty, pure mischief.

“P-please... Nora… Can’t I just cum first…?” I groaned, the words tumbling out half as a complaint, half as a worshipful admission.

“No, not stop asking for silly things Luca.” She said it so casually, like it was the simplest thing in the world. With one final pat to my trapped cock, Nora pulled away and stretched her arms overhead in that catlike motion of hers. “Because boyfriend too messy when free. Make big disaster in pants if I unlock. Not good for date.”

She slid off the bed in one graceful hop, the hem of her sleep shirt bouncing just high enough to flash the curve of her bare ass. I couldn’t stop staring, even as the cage bit against me with every throb I just found myself wondering. When had she taken her panties off…?

“Now…” Nora hummed, padding across the room to her closet. She opened the door and stood there with her hands on her hips, surveying her arsenal of clothes. Then she glanced back at me with a wicked grin.

“Today I want cute date. But also… want people stare at me. At us. Want everyone to think, ‘wow, lucky boy with such hot girlfriend.’” She tapped her lip in thought, then plucked a hanger free, letting the silky black fabric drape between her fingers.

“Maybe little dress… short one. Show legs, show ass. And when I bend over for kiss, boyfriend in cage will remember why I must lock him up.” She gave a playful wiggle of her hips as she walked away from the closet, holding the outfit behind her back just enough to keep me guessing.

Calling out to me from the depths of her closet, I could already hear her starting to change. “I try on few outfits for you, okay mijn lief? Need see which one makes cage throb the most first.”

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling with the tension she left me in. She wasn’t just planning a date—she was planning my torment.