Under Lock and Lace #3
“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” she added.
The words made another shiver run through me.
She reached for a wad of toilet paper and gently dabbed the end of my cock clean. Then Alexis lowered the dress over me again. The tent was gone. Even though I was still half-hard, the fabric settled almost completely flat, making me realize just how small my cock really was.
“You know what would make you look even more like a girl?” she asked. “If we shaved your legs.”
“You want to shave my legs?”
Alexis giggled, and I swore to myself that I’d do anything she asked just to keep hearing that sound.
“Yes,” she said. “And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
I was too stunned to speak, so I nodded.
I’d never shaved my legs before. I’d never even considered doing it. But I’d also never had a girl show me this kind of interest before, and I was willing to take whatever I could get—especially from a vixen like Alexis.
Alexis reached for the hem of the dress and bunched it around my waist again.
“Hold this,” she said.
I gathered the soft fabric in my hands while she turned on the faucet. She opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pink razor and a purple can of shaving cream. After shaking the can, she spread the cool foam over my legs, covering the hair in thick white lather.
She ran the razor beneath the faucet before lowering herself in front of me.
I watched her crouch down and felt the long, careful strokes of the razor moving up my leg. She would shave one narrow strip, stand to rinse the blade, and then duck down again. Each pass left another smooth line of bare skin behind.
After a while, I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. The scrape of the razor was gentle, followed by the strange coolness of the air touching skin that had never been exposed that way before. My body seemed to come alive with every new bare strip.
I was starting to fall in love with the way Alexis took care of me.
I loved that she was doing everything for me. She’d undressed me, dressed me, fixed my hair, and even jerked me off when I got hard. She seemed to know what I needed before I did.
I wanted to be her pet.
I wanted to be her doll.
I wanted her to dress me up and play with me however she wanted.
When she finished, Alexis wiped the remaining shaving cream from my legs with a towel.
“Much better,” she said, running her fingertips slowly along my newly smooth skin.
My dick grew hard again beneath the dress.
Alexis frowned.
“You must be a virgin,” she said.
I blushed, unable to deny it.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I have a solution.”
“You do?” I asked.
I hoped she was going to jerk me off again. My optimism even let me imagine she might get on her knees and put my cock in her mouth.
But she didn’t do either of those things.
Instead, she took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. She opened one of her dresser drawers and withdrew a small pink object shaped like a tiny penis. It was hollow inside, with a ring attached to one end and a small lock beside it.
“Do you know what this is?” she asked.
I shook my head.
It didn’t look like a dildo. It was too small, and the hollow shape and attached ring didn’t make sense to me.
“It’s a cock cage,” she said. “It’s going to help with your erections.”
“A cock cage?”
She giggled again, and once again, the sound made me willing to submit to whatever she wanted.
“Here,” she said. “I’ll show you.”
She picked up a bottle of lube from the drawer and walked toward me.
“Now, try your best not to get hard again.”
She squirted some lube into her palm before slipping her hand beneath my dress. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and she slowly rubbed the slick gel over my shaft.
I tried not to get hard, but I couldn’t help it. Her hand felt too good, warm and slippery as it moved over me. I moaned while she stroked my cock, already desperate to come again.
She sighed.
“Looks like I’m going to have to relieve you again first.”
She stroked me quickly with her slick palm. The wet sound of her hand moving over my cock filled the room as I quivered beneath her touch. My thighs tightened, and I moaned helplessly as I shot another load onto the carpet below.
My cock slowly softened in her hand, although it remained stubbornly swollen for several minutes. I tried to think of anything that wasn’t sexual. I thought about the rain, the locksmith, and my wet clothes tumbling in her dryer.
Eventually, I became completely soft.
Alexis lowered herself onto her knees and lifted the skirt of my dress.
“Hold this again,” she said, referring to the fabric.
I gathered the dress around my waist while she gently tugged on my balls. She brought the cock cage up between my legs and carefully pushed one ball through the ring, followed by the other.
The pressure felt tight and unfamiliar.
Next, she angled my soft cock downward and guided it through the ring. The snug sensation was almost enough to make me hard again, but I focused and clenched my jaw. I was determined not to disappoint her.
Once everything was through, Alexis placed the pink cage over my cock and attached it to the ring. She clicked a tiny golden lock into place with a similarly tiny golden key.
Then she slipped the key into the pocket of her jeans and grinned.
“Now,” she said, “you won’t be able to get hard, and you won’t be able to get out of it without my permission. Now let’s have some fun.”
“While I’m…while I’m stuck in this thing?” I asked.
“Exactly,” she said.
She began removing her pink top and tossed it aside. Her full breasts were covered by a small white bra that barely seemed able to contain them.
My cock immediately tried to grow, but the cage stopped it.
The pressure was slightly uncomfortable and more than a little strange. My shaft pushed helplessly against the tight enclosure, unable to rise beneath the dress.
But I liked being under Alexis’s control.
I liked the heavy, restrictive feeling of the cage hanging between my legs. Most of all, I liked knowing it pleased her. The cage would keep me soft, small, and girly beneath her dress, exactly the way she wanted me.
She unclasped her bra next and let it fall away, revealing her bare tits. Her nipples were pink and hard, standing out like two little erasers against her soft skin. I wanted to wrap my lips around them while I fucked her. I wanted it so badly that my cock strained uselessly inside the cage.
But I knew I couldn’t.
I knew she wasn’t going to let me.
Next, Alexis hooked her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pushed them down her hips along with her panties. She stepped out of them and stood completely naked in front of me.
My eyes immediately dropped between her legs.
Her pussy was perfectly shaved and already glistening with a little wetness. Had I done that to her? Had watching me dress like a girl and locking my cock inside that tiny cage turned her on?
The thought sent another frustrated pulse through my trapped cock.
“I want to doll you up a little more,” she said. “But first, I want you on your knees.”
I lowered myself to my knees, the unfamiliar weight of the cage shifting between my legs beneath the dress. I stared up at her, wondering what she planned to do next.
Alexis walked closer until her naked body filled my view. I could smell the warm, sweet scent of her pussy as she stepped between my knees. She pushed her hips forward and spread her legs apart.
“Stick out your tongue,” she said.
I obeyed.
She pressed the soft, wet flesh of her pussy against my tongue and slowly began moving her hips. Her clit dragged back and forth over the flat surface as she used my mouth exactly the way she wanted.
“You’re going to make the most beautiful girl,” she told me.
She tugged on one of her hard nipples and moaned while grinding herself against my face. With her other hand, she gripped my hair and pulled me closer, smothering me beneath her pussy.
I loved it.
I loved the heat of her body against my mouth and the way she took control without hesitation. But my entire lower body remained tense from the cage and the painful inability to become fully hard.
I licked up and down her slit, devouring her to distract myself from the heavy pressure around my cock. Her wetness coated my lips and tongue as I pushed deeper between her folds.
Alexis began to moan and ask for more.
“Just like that. That feels so good,” she said as she rocked her hips against my face.
I breathed through my nose as I licked and sucked her soft flesh. I loved hearing her moan because of something I was doing. I loved knowing I was pleasing her even though I couldn’t use my cock.
Maybe I didn’t need it to make her feel good.
“Shit,” she said, tightening her fist in my hair. “I’m going to come.”
Her legs began to quiver around me. She tugged harder on her nipple and arched her back, pressing her pussy firmly against my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
Her climax rolled through her body, making her thighs tremble and her skin break out in a light sheen of sweat. Her grip tightened painfully in my hair as she rode my tongue through the last few shudders.
She was so beautiful.
I wanted to push her onto the bed and fuck her, but I knew I couldn’t. Not unless she released me from the cage, and the way she’d slipped the key into her pocket made it clear that wasn’t happening anytime soon.
Alexis’s breathing remained shallow as she recovered. After a moment, she stepped back from me.
“Stay just like that.”
I remained on my knees and watched her disappear into the bathroom. She returned a few moments later wearing a silk robe and carrying a small zippered bag.
She knelt in front of me and opened it.
The bag was filled with makeup—brushes, tubes, pencils, and powders I didn’t recognize. I had no idea what most of it was for, but Alexis seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
She applied lipstick to my mouth, brushed powder across my skin, and darkened my lashes with mascara. I stayed as still as I could while she worked, enjoying the gentle pressure of her fingers as she tilted my chin or turned my face toward the light.