The Story of Emma and Jacob: Chapters One Through Five

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Jacob and Emma Characters Jacob Null- an extroverted, unmarried college professor aged 35, whose life is turned upside down by a woman he meets on a kink dating site in ways beyond his wildest expectations. Emma Smithton- a lively, unmarried nurse of 28 who is highly desirable in the modern dating scene. Chapter 1: The Match It felt like just another Friday night for Jacob. He had finished teaching two university courses that day: World Civilization and The History of Russia. After class, he went out to eat and drink with some colleagues he’d grown casually close to over the last year or so. At dinner, they mostly talked politics and history, which typically meant Jacob took charge of the conversation. No one knew those topics as well as he did, and he enjoyed showing off his friends with his deep knowledge and debating skills. This was largely why Jacob earned a reputation for being among the top professors at his university. His classes were usually packed or nearly so each semester.

However, that professional, public-facing side of Jacob is only part of the picture; some even call him “dominant.” These qualities recently helped him get promoted to head the History & Political Science Department.

Yet in contrast to this public image, Jacob kept many sexually submissive desires and tendencies hidden from almost everyone. People often wondered why such a successful, driven, financially stable man remained single or without a serious partner. Friends have frequently tried to “set him up” with different women lately. He usually accepted the offers, went on several dates, sometimes slept with them, but it rarely progressed further. Others assumed he was somewhat of a bachelor playboy who wasn’t ready to commit yet. Jacob seldom corrected these assumptions; in fact, he often encouraged them, preferring people to think that rather than know the real truth.

The reality is that he never quite felt complete within a standard relationship. He isn’t certain if this stems from having had few long-term serious relationships or simply needing an outlet for his submissive side. Jacob’s small penis size undoubtedly played a role here. At just 3.5 inches erect, he developed a bit of inferiority about it, making him hesitant to engage in “normal” sex. Instead, much like that Friday evening, he spent time scrolling through his anonymous Femdom Twitter feed and FetLife page, occasionally switching over to search for related porn. He usually looked for content involving chastity, ass worship, pegging, toilet slavery, or cuckolding. Afterward, he would often masturbate while fantasizing about experiences he probably never got consistently.

He had met women online who dominated him before, but they often demanded money and lived far away, forcing Jacob to drive hours just to play with them. He also tended to “flake out” occasionally when a deeper Femdom relationship was within reach. This led to rare in-person encounters and allowed him to dive deeper into the female domination rabbit hole online.

While browsing this Friday night, he spotted what looked like a new profile on FetLife that he hadn’t seen before. The username was simply Jen1. He clicked it to view a faceless photo similar to his own, though hers showed her body from the front. She appeared slender with blonde hair visible below her shoulders. Her breasts were ample, perhaps D-cups in Jacob’s estimation. The next photo revealed her backside; she wore tight jeans that likely hid a fairly large but firm bottom. Jacob immediately thought about how much he’d love to bury his face there and reached down to feel his little dick hardening up again.

Further reading showed she was 28, new to the area, and seeking a long-term female-led relationship. Her profile highlighted that she wanted a sub who was consistent, open to wearing chastity devices, and not prone to flaking out. Jacob felt slightly disappointed it didn’t list more of her specific fetishes, though it did note she wasn’t just dispensing kinks and wouldn’t reply to overly sexual messages.

Jacob typed his best introductory message, attached a photo, then jerked off for about 15 minutes before drifting off to sleep. He figured nothing would likely come of his message, much like so many others he’d sent previously. Chapter 2: Planning The Meeting On Saturday, Jacob slept until around 11am. Lying in bed, he scrolled through his Femdom Twitter feed and remembered sending a message on FetLife the night before. He opened his profile to find a red notification. Clicking it, he was surprised to see it came from Jen1. Jacob felt pleased that an attractive dominant woman nearby had actually responded.

He read her note several times. It was unlike anything he’d received: two paragraphs long with specific instructions. She asked him to reply only if serious about meeting in person because she wasn’t interested in “online fantasy wank material.” She also confirmed being new locally and attached a photo responding to his, revealing her beautiful face with perfect teeth, dimples, and long blonde hair. Lastly, she mentioned having been in a long-term relationship with a sub prior to moving but ending it due to disloyalty. Jacob wondered what “disloyal” meant exactly—not necessarily cheating, though he suspected it could imply that.

Most importantly, she asked if he was up for meeting tonight at a local Starbucks and requested an ASAP reply.

“Wow,” Jacob thought. This is great. Yet simultaneously, a hint of nervousness crept in. The mentioned Starbucks was literally five minutes from his condo. What if it didn’t go well and she “outed” him as a sub to everyone? And what about his job? He caught himself overreacting and reasoned that maybe this was why he struggled with local connections.

He realized he hadn’t replied yet. Typing out his response, he tried not to seem too eager: “Jen,” he wrote, “I can meet this evening at Starbucks as you suggested at 5pm. Thank you for responding to my message and the picture. You look stunningly beautiful, and I can’t wait for us to connect in person.” He hit send. Jacob thought it seemed almost too good to be true if she was real.

Jacob lingered in bed a few more minutes, resisting the urge to touch his dick. Almost immediately, he got a reply from Jen1: “Thank you for the compliments. I’m so happy you seem serious about meeting; I will see you at 5pm.” Just as he started typing another response, another message arrived asking a question: “do you have a chastity cage? Based on your profile I think you do, let me know…”

‘Oh my God,’ Jacob thought. She actually read his profile which listed all his fetishes completely. He wondered if he had included too much information. However, he responded, “Yes I am serious about meeting, and I have two chastity devices: a metal one & a pink holy trainer version.”

Jacob could see she was typing as he waited anxiously. “That’s great, go ahead and wear whichever you choose and bring the key with

“Hi there. I’m heading off now, but at exactly 3:00 today, I expect you to text me and confirm two things: that you’re coming tonight and that you are caged in anticipation, just as I instructed.” She handed him her number.

Jacob couldn’t wait until 3 p.m. to send the message from his phone. He was so excited he knew he had only two choices: cage himself right then or jerk off. He reasoned that if he chose the latter, he might flake out like he had in the past and miss a great opportunity. So, he immediately went for the pink Holy Trainer chastity cage, which measured just 1.5 inches long, grabbed some lotion, and quickly slid it on comfortably before getting too hard.

At precisely 3 p.m., he texted as instructed: “Touching base to confirm our 5 p.m. meeting; I have locked myself up.” “Very good,” she replied with a smiley face emoji. “See you at 5.”

Jacob thought the reply was rather short but reasoned that she probably needed time to get ready, so he resisted the urge to say more and anxiously waited, trying to keep busy for the next few hours.

Chapter 3: The First Meeting & Night

Jacob drove to Starbucks with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He was keenly aware that his cage was locked tight on his dick, feeling an almost indescribable frustration mixed with slight discomfort—the kind you feel when trying to get erect but can’t because of what you’re wearing. This was also the first time he’d worn it outside his condo in months.

He arrived seven minutes early and walked up to the entrance, pacing anxiously while looking for someone who resembled the woman from her FetLife photo. He wore blue jeans, a polo shirt, American Eagle underwear, and of course, his cage. He wondered how his male friends would react if they knew he was doing this and how shocked they might be.

A red BMW Convertible pulled into the parking lot, and Jacob became almost certain that the driver was the woman he was supposed to meet. He watched her from a distance get out of the vehicle and start walking toward him. His stomach fluttered with nerves as so many thoughts raced through his head.

Jacob felt relieved when she walked up to him, extended her hand, and said, “Let’s dispense with fake names. I’m Emma; you may address me like that for now.” Jacob laughed and replied, “I agree. I’m Jacob, and it’s wonderful to meet you in person.”

As they entered and ordered their drinks, Jacob visually examined Emma. He thought she was stunningly beautiful—about 5’5”, perhaps an inch or so shorter than him—and her bright red sundress made her curves visible without being too flashy. However, as he stood behind her for a few seconds gawking at her ample rear, he could clearly see the outline of a thong.

After ordering, they sat down, and a brief awkward silence settled in. It was nothing unusual; just the kind of thing that almost always happens during first dates. Emma broke it by asking Jacob what he did for work in “real life.” He responded by talking about his college professor courses. Emma seemed genuinely interested in his subjects and said she would love to learn more about history, especially as it relates to art, since that was one of her minors in college. When Jacob asked about her job, she explained that she worked as a critical care nurse and loved what she did.

They chatted for about 45 minutes, discussing their careers, where they had lived previously, and music preferences.

Finally, Emma asked almost casually, “Are you wearing a cage like I instructed?” Jacob gulped nervously and responded simply, “Yes.” Emma smiled, sensing his unease. “That’s wonderful. I really appreciate that you followed my instructions. It tells me you have potential. From our conversation today, I can tell we have chemistry and some common interests, which is really important to me when looking for a potential sub-boyfriend.”

Jacob really liked the label “sub-boyfriend.” Unsure of what to do or say next, he smiled and replied, “I totally agree.”

Emma then said she was ready to go. Jacob stood up, followed her out, and they crossed the parking lot to her car. Emma turned around and said, “I need the keys to your cage now.” Jacob reached into his pocket and silently handed them over. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and instructed, “Get in your car and follow me to my apartment.” “Yes, Emma,” Jacob replied nervously. She nodded. “Good. Now, once we are inside my apartment, you will address me as Mistress Emma, understood?” “Yes, Emma,” he managed to reply feebly.

He got in his car and followed as instructed, being very careful not to get too far behind her since he didn’t know exactly where they were going, only that it wasn’t far away.

After a short 10-minute drive, they arrived. Those ten minutes felt like an eternity to Jacob. Pulling into what appeared to be an upscale, private condo complex, he watched Emma input a code to open the gate. She then called him on his phone and said, “Park right beside my vehicle; that’s my visitor spot,” before abruptly hanging up.

After parking, Jacob got out of his car and walked over to help Emma with her door. She appeared delighted by this gesture and said, “You’re going to work out great.” He watched as she stepped out and motioned for him to follow. They climbed three flights of stairs to her condo; she made small talk along the way, mentioning that she always prefers taking the stairs because it’s good exercise.

Jacob stood behind her as he watched her unlock her apartment door, wondering what lay in store for him.

Chapter 4: Her World

As soon as they entered, Emma said, “Jacob, I’m so glad you’re here, but we have to get some things straight before we go any further.” Jacob nodded. She paused for a moment and told him, “Kneel in front of me.”

“Number one,” she continued, “for me to consider you, you must accept that I am your God, and you will treat me accordingly. I want you to become obsessed with me and desire me continually. Can you do that? Are you attracted enough to me physically?” Jacob replied, “I am really attracted to you, and I can definitely do it.” “Very good,” Emma said.

She went on, “Number two: chastity is mandatory. You will be wearing the cage 24/7. I will occasionally allow you to cum by taking it off, but that won’t be the norm. Your orgasms are never going to be our primary focus. Just like today, the key may come out briefly because I want to see the size of your dick, but you will not cum—so don’t even ask. In fact, I’d prefer if you never asked unless permitted. You are only allowed to say it if I ask you first. Understood?”

Jacob gulped and said, “Yes, Mistress Emma.” She continued by asking, “What’s the longest you’ve worn it continuously before?” He thought for a moment and replied, “Maybe a week once with an online key-holder.” Emma laughed and added, “We will be breaking that record very soon.”

Kneeling down to remove the chastity keys from her cleavage, she said, “I wanna see what size my property is here because that matters in determining everything I might do with it.” Jacob blushed bright red, knowing how small he was and wondering what that would mean for their dynamic.

Immediately after removing the cage, his dick grew fully erect. Emma firmly grabbed his balls and asked, “Who does this belong to now?” “Yours, Mistress Emma,” Jacob replied. “Very good, babe,” she said. Emma then grabbed his penis, giving it a light tug. “Hmm,” she mused, “well, you are very small, Jacob.” “Yes,” was all he could manage to reply.

“Do you think this penis could ever please me?” Emma asked. “No,” Jacob said. “Right answer,” she continued. “This means that eventually I will need to cuck you because I do occasionally require a hard, traditional pounding from a well-hung male.” “Yes, Mistress Emma, I totally understand,” he replied.

“Don’t”, datetime”:

“Don’t worry,” I usually do it right in front of you, and you get to participate by cleaning me up afterward. Do you think you’d enjoy that?” “Yes, very much indeed, Mistress Emma.” “Mmmm-hmm,” she replied. “I can tell because your little dick is completely hard as we speak this over. Thank me for letting you stay hard; it won’t happen again unless I explicitly permit you to remove the cage. You will long for those rare chances to be free from restraint, so never take them for granted.”

Jacob, flushed with emotion and raging hormones in that moment, would have agreed to nearly anything Emma asked. “Let’s tend to this little dick right now,” she said, “so it doesn’t get in our way later this evening. Stand exactly where you are and don’t touch yourself; I’ll be back shortly.” Jacob waited, unsure what she was retrieving. Would it be a toy or a dildo? Or perhaps she intended to let him cum before locking him up again. To his surprise, however, it was a bag filled with ice. She signaled for him to lie down on her living room couch.

“Babe,” Emma said, “since you haven’t even come close to earning an orgasm, we need to get this locked back up properly. I wouldn’t want you having an accident and me punishing you so soon after.” Holding the ice against his balls and penis, she added, “Now tell me about your favorite class to teach.”

Slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in topic, Jacob took a moment to gather his thoughts and spoke for several minutes about his Napoleonic era history class. Emma listened intently, making occasional comments while keeping the ice pressed against him. After a few minutes, she lifted it away—a relief since it was quite cold and uncomfortable—and quickly secured the cage around his balls, locking it tight. She dangled the keys in front of him.

“You have no idea how much you’re going to long for this off in just a little while,” she said.

With that done, Emma offered Jacob a mixed drink along with a shot of crown liquor. He gladly accepted both. Then she instructed him: “Strip completely.” Next, saying, “Grab the bottle and follow me upstairs to my room.”

Jacob felt as though he were in a trance or perhaps inside a dream or fantasy. As he followed behind her, his eyes remained fixed on her lacy thong underwear, which he could now see clearly as she climbed the stairs.

Once they entered her bedroom, she said, “Pour me another shot.” Adding that crown was her favorite, Jacob poured and looked up to discover Emma removing her red dress. She approached him; his chastity keys were now dangling around her neck before she slid them into her D-cup bra.

“Pour it directly into my mouth,” she instructed. Jacob complied with the shot glass.

“Mmmh, such a good boy for me,” she replied, sitting down on the bed. “Now, I want you to start by kissing my feet, then move up to my legs.” Eagerly, Jacob began kissing her feet, alternating between right and left.

“Slow down,” Emma said. “We have all night ahead of us, and I want to ensure you appreciate every inch of my body because that is essentially going to become your sexual outlet now. Do you understand, Jacob?”

She paused before continuing: “Worshipping my body is your release now; it’s where you will pour out your own sexual frustration, wants, and desires. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Emma,” he replied while alternating between kissing her feet.

“Mmmhmm good. You are giving up your small, worthless dick for this privilege.”

“Yes, Mistress Emma.”

She further explained as she finally said: “You may move up to my legs now. If you disobey, I will withhold access to my body from you, especially between my legs. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Emma,” was all he could manage as he drifted into sub-space.

“Very good,” Emma replied, rolling onto her stomach. “Since you’ve been so well-behaved this evening, I am going to allow you to worship my ass, but first get me another shot.” Jacob prepared it and started handing it over when Emma tilted her head back slightly, saying: “You know how I want it done like that.” With that instruction understood, Jacob poured the drink into her open mouth.

“Good job, Jacob. You’re learning so quickly,” she said. Then Emma reached out and grabbed his caged penis. “How does my property feel now?”

“It’s soooooo frustrated, Mistress Emma,” he replied.

“Mmmhmm, that is how it will stay tonight as well.”

“Now continue getting back to work on my ass and thank me for the privilege.” Jacob started by kissing each cheek all over. “Mhm get every inch, Jacob; remember this is your throne you are worshiping.”, “Yes Mistress,” Jacob managed between kisses. True love of ass-worship filled him as he desired to taste Emma’s rear but knew not to go between her cheeks without permission. Deciding to ask politely: “Mistress, may I please lick your ass?”

“It depends,” Emma replied. “Are you really willing to sacrifice control of your small dick for this privilege?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Mmmhm beg for it like a bitch.”, “Please Mistress! I’ll give up complete control of my Dick; I’ll do whatever you say, I’ll become your cuck—I’ll do anything.”

Emma laughed slightly and said: “Okay then, you’ve convinced me. It’s quite funny how a guy will agree to almost anything when caged and frustrated. You may lick now—make sure you go deep because I like it that way.” With permission granted, Jacob buried his face in her rear just as he had been thinking about doing since first seeing her there. He moved her pink thong aside.

Her ass tasted heavenly to him. Licking between her cheeks and then targeting her beautiful asshole itself caused Emma to moan slightly. “You’re doing such a good job; I could get used to this,” she said. “Do you love worshipping where I just shit from three hours ago?”

Taking a second, Jacob replied: “Yes.”

“I’m sure you do,” Emma added halfway laughing.

After several more minutes, Emma declared: “That’s enough of that for now.” Motioning for him to rise and turning over to stand up from the bed—now wearing only her bra as Jacob had removed her panties so he could fully focus on her backside. She poured another shot into his open mouth.

“Thank you Mistress,” said Jacob after swallowing it down.

“You’re welcome; I need relief now, and I want to teach you how to do this for me, okay?”

“Yes Mistress Emma—it’s an honor helping you get off.”

“It truly is, Jacob. Always remember that fact.”

Laying back down she instructed: “I’m going to lie here; start by kissing my neck and work your way down to my breasts, then stomach—finally receiving your reward for being so good today as I let you taste me.”, “Yes Mistress,” Jacob replied while watching her settle into position. His little cock throbbed within the cage like he had never felt before; wondering if he could live with this permanent level of frustration forever…

Climbing back onto the bed, he began kissing her neck again as she moved her head to give him a passionate kiss saying: “I really do like how into me you are.”

Reaching around behind her bra clasp Emma unfastened it and said: “Take it off.”, The bra removed by Jacob who tossed it onto the bed; he asked if she liked what she saw seeing those D cup sized breasts before him saying yes oh my god yes memorized indeed asking again does liking enough to give up that little Dick for me? As gently sitting right above her stomach his caged cock touching upper half midriff responding affirmatively mhm it’s so hot hearing you say such things this is what sex means for you will almost always remain caged while I get off sometimes eating out like today sometimes riding face like dick itself fucking ass strap on finding superior big dicked guy craving intercourse wear strap pretending its your cock fuck me keeping playing with Jacob’s caged cock talking wearing nothing except his chastity keys necklace ready explode parts bulging asked understanding continuing

“Yes Mistress,” he answered. “There’s one more thing I think we should discuss tonight.” “Yes, Mistress Emma,” Jacob asked with interest. “Do you understand what the term pussy-free means?” “I do,” Jacob replied, a wave of apprehension washing over him as he recalled reading online that mistresses often keep their slaves in this state, denying them penetrative sex entirely. She went on to say, “Well, given your size, there’s a good chance I’ll want to maintain you exactly like that.” At first, Jacob said nothing, letting the new reality sink in. “That doesn’t mean you won’t get to taste me; in fact, if you’re well-behaved, you will likely do so almost daily. But it does make it highly unlikely that I would ever want my pussy penetrated by your small cock.” “Mistress,” Jacob began, pausing before continuing, “I know I deserve this, but the thought of never having real sex again is humiliating.” “Hmm,” Emma replied. “Well, if you feel you can’t handle it, you may stop right now, put on your clothes, and leave. That’s what I expect from you; I’ve never allowed a sub with such a small cock to enter me, nor do I intend to start now.” She added, “Besides, you know that even if I did allow it, you could hardly please me in any case.” “Yes, Mistress,” he agreed again. Emma spoke softly to soothe him: “I really want you to stay and worship me until I come; I just need you to understand going forward that my goal isn’t to fuck you, so don’t expect it.” “Thank you, Mistress. I fully understand,” Jacob replied. In response, Emma grabbed his caged balls with a moan, saying, “You’ve made me so fucking wet. Show me what your tongue can do.”

With that directive, Jacob positioned himself between her legs, knotted down, and started by licking around her pussy. Emma was clearly aroused and slick. He adored her taste and scent. Jacob moved his mouth up and down her crack before heading toward her clit. Having licked enough pussies to have a decent grasp on the technique, he avoided the mistake most men make of rushing through it as just another formality of foreplay. Emma moaned and tugged at his hair, pulling him closer. “Keep going,” she murmured between sighs, “that’s right.” After about ten minutes at this rhythm, it was evident she was nearing her climax. “Don’t stop, Jacob!” she cried out in pleasure. She shuddered violently, screamed, moaned, and gently pushed him away from her pussy. Looking down at the sheets, Jacob noticed they were soaked and thought to himself that he had done a really good job.

Emma rolled onto her side and gestured for Jacob to lie behind her in bed. He obeyed gladly, crawling into position like a happy servant. His cage rested against her buttocks, clearly straining against its constraints. Emma felt it immediately and asked, “Jacob, are you leaking like a girl from your cage for me?” “Mmmmhmm yes, Emma,” he replied. “I’m so frustrated for you; I’ve been leaking for quite some time now.” She turned off the light and reached over to tease his locked cock further, pulling the sheet up over them both. “Jacob, did you enjoy this tonight?” “So much that words fail me,

He enjoyed his bacon cooked through. He located a tray that could hold all the items and took it into her bedroom. His caged member was starting to feel tight once more. Since he had prepared breakfast completely nude, being back in her room while still naked felt like too much of an arousal trigger for him to hide; he was straining again, beginning to bulge against his restraints.

Emma sat up on the bed, wearing a bra but revealing plenty of her full breasts. Jacob couldn’t help noticing that the chastity keys were still hanging there.

“Thank you,” Emma said. “Did you make sure enough is left for yourself?”

Jacob answered that yes, there was plenty remaining for him. Emma told him to fix himself a plate and coffee before returning inside. He did so quickly and came back in; she had already started eating.

“You handled the food well,” Emma noted.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Jacob replied, still standing there naked and slightly awkward, holding his plate and cup. “You may sit on the floor to eat if you like,” Emma said, as though reading his thoughts.

As they ate, their talk shifted toward something more standard. They discussed her job, and she shared stories about some of the most unusual patients from her recent ER shifts. Once both were done eating, Emma asked for another cup of coffee with two sugars this time. Jacob dutifully rose to take their dirty dishes to the kitchen while waiting for the brew to finish.

Jacob noticed it was ready just as he put away the last plate. He poured the fresh coffee into a new mug and stirred in exactly two tablespoons of sugar as requested.

Kneeling beside Emma’s bed, he handed her the warm drink. “You are so sweet,” Emma said. Jacob smiled back, clearly pleased whenever she praised him, but she continued, “you realize that your little bathroom mishap disrupted our usual morning routine? Do you recall what I wanted first thing this morning to start my day right?”

Jacob paused for a moment and then instantly remembered her words. He was meant to be ready to offer his worship immediately upon waking. “Yes, I remember now,” Jacob said.

“Hmmm,” Emma replied. “Since you have been so good with me lately, I will let it pass this time.”

“Thank you very much, Mistress,” Jacob said.

“Now,” she continued, “I need to get up soon because I have lunch plans and errands today, so you had better start getting ready.”

Jacob needed no further prompting; he dropped immediately to his knees and gently pulled Emma’s panties down as she lay on the side of the bed. She was already wet with anticipation. His cage felt very tight and confining, bringing back all those pent-up feelings of frustration.

As he began his work, Emma asked him, “Do you love having your face between my legs, sub?”

“It is the best experience I could ever have,” Jacob replied enthusiastically.

“I enjoy hearing that,” Emma said before letting out a moan as she felt his tongue begin to lick her. He was deeply focused on her and obviously aroused as he worked his way toward her clit with his tongue. Emma was quite vocal with her reactions, which pleased him because it confirmed he was doing the right thing. Once she climaxed, Emma gently pushed Jacob’s head away and grabbed hold of his caged dick. “How is my property holding up in there?” she asked.

“It feels very frustrated; you have no idea how much I need relief, Mistress,” Jacob said.

Emma laughed and replied, “Oh, that is too bad. Did you jerk off yesterday?”

Jacob blushed but admitted he had.

“So it has only been one day, and you already think you are entitled to cum?” Emma asked.

“Sorry Goddess, I didn’t say I was entitled,” Jacob replied. “But I guess I am just feeling quite desperate and frustrated at the moment.”

Emma simply said, “That is unfortunate for you, but you must get used to it; it will be your normal state of being now that I have things to do today. You can dress and head home; I’ll text you later.” She gave him a peck on the cheek as she left.

Part 5: Saturday Evening

After leaving Emma’s place, Jacob was in a state of frustration, feeling a burning desire to return to her presence as soon as possible. He went home and tried occupying himself with ordinary tasks like laundry and cleaning, then started watching Netflix. However, these were only temporary distractions. Finally, around 6:30 pm his phone buzzed. It was a message from Emma asking for his address and if he would be home around nine that evening.

Jacob thought about it before replying. Perhaps he shouldn’t appear so eager; maybe responding too quickly to say he would stay made him look desperate, as though she had no other life or social plans on a Saturday night. On the other hand, since she had locked his dick in a cage and kept the key, she likely enjoyed having him feel that desire.

So, he replied, “Yes Mistress Emma, I will be home and would love to see you.”

She responded almost instantly: “Great! I’ll be coming back from the gym and will stop by your place on my way.”

“I can’t wait,” Jacob answered.

Around 9 pm, Emma texted Jacob saying she would arrive in five minutes, telling him to strip and wait kneeling in his living room near the door, ensuring he unlocked it.

Jacob jumped out of bed and raced downstairs to ensure he was positioned as instructed.

Hearing the door turn, he saw it open while waiting on his knees. Emma didn’t even knock before entering. As she walked in, Jacob admired her nearly perfect physique, showcased by her tight gym clothes and sleeveless top. He could see why she looked so striking; she was clearly drenched in sweat. Jacob himself had a rather average build—he was somewhat short, not particularly muscular, but possessed good legs from his previous college track career.

Jacob couldn’t contain himself anymore: “Mistress Emma, I am so happy to see you again.”

Emma reached down and cupped his caged balls and cock in her left hand. “Tell me,” she said, “who owns these?”

Jacob replied simply, “You do.”

“That is correct,” she said with a slight smile.

Emma continued casually, “Do you know what I have been doing?”

“Working out,” Jacob answered quickly. “Yes, I just did almost two hours of cardio and feel like I just stepped out of the pool; I am so sweaty.”

Jacob nodded, somewhat unsure where this was leading.

Emma said very casually, “I require complete devotion from my subs. Last night you got to worship my body when it was at its peak; now you will clean my body to prove that you accept whatever state I give it in. Understand?”

“I totally understand, Mistress Emma,” Jacob replied.

Emma turned around and pointed her finger toward her rear, still fully clothed: “Prove it.”

Jacob quickly pressed his face into her sweaty behind without hesitation and began kissing it. “Mhhmm that’s the way,” she said. Jacob felt and smelled the sweat and musk. She is really wet from this workout, he thought. He didn’t mind it necessarily; in fact, he told himself he would soon learn to love doing this for Emma.

He peeled off her nearly drenched pants, which soon fell to the floor. By this point, Jacob’s own cock was hard—well, as hard as it could get within the confines of a chastity cage that had not been removed in almost two days.

Emma directed him, “Remove my panties with your teeth.”

Jacob awkwardly started trying to grab them and accidentally bit Emma while doing so.

“No biting,” Emma said laughingly. “I need your tongue between my sweaty crack right now to clean it out. Who needs a shower when you have a sub after all?”

Finally, Jacob got the panties off. He took his tongue and licked the salty sweat from her rear. A mix of emotions swirled in Jacob’s head. He wondered what his guy friends would think.

I am liking a girl’s ass; I am literally cleaning her butt after she has worked out for hours. My cock is trapped in its cage with no hope of release anytime soon. I am naked in my own apartment, being dominated.

Emma felt it was time to strengthen his lower status, remarking in a nearly dismissive voice, “I just went to the bathroom before I got here after working out; cardio does that.” For a second, he experienced genuine embarrassment. He had been licking up where Emma had defecated less than half an hour prior. Yet, the familiar frustration began mounting within his cage. He briefly touched it with his hand and noticed pre-cum leaking out. I’m really getting turned on, he thought, despite everything.

A few minutes later, Emma shifted to brace herself against the back of Jacob’s living room couch and bent forward. “Just think about this, Jacob,” Emma said, “if you were a true man, you’d be fucking me right now in this position; it’s my favorite for sex.”

“Yes, if only my cock weren’t so small, Mistress Emma,” he replied.

“Go ahead,” Emma told him. “Get your face down there and finish cleaning my butt before I head home.”

Jacob quickly knelt down, starting by kissing each cheek of her buttocks to show his gratitude.

“Hmm, that’s good, Jacob,” Emma said as he began using his tongue to lick every corner of her rear, which still carried the scent of sweat.

“You’re doing such a great job, Jacob. The fact that you can do this so easily under these conditions tells me a lot about who you are.”

“Really?” Jacob asked, briefly lifting his head from between her cheeks.

“Yes,” Emma continued. “You’re truly attracted to me and very submissive. Not many men would eat my butt after an hour-long workout and pooping. In fact, I wouldn’t want a dominant alpha doing it for me; thank you properly for allowing this, Jacob.”

“Thank you so much, Mistress Emma,” he said.

“That’s the right attitude, good boy. I’d kiss you goodbye, but your mouth and face probably smell like butt and sweat,” Emma added with a laugh.

Sensing that Emma was ready to depart, Jacob stood up, thanked her once more, and asked when they could meet again.

“Very soon,” she said, blowing him a final kiss before leaving his apartment.

Nice tale. Looking forward to more.