Personalised Story: Her Simp: Part 4

Anna fumbled with her keys at the apartment door, the lock clicking open after a couple of tries, her body still humming from the night's exhaustion. Curtis hovered close behind, his pulse racing as the door swung inward, the familiar scent of her space—vanilla candles mixed with faint laundry detergent—welcoming them.

She kicked off her heels with a sigh, the ruined fishnets whispering against the floor as she padded inside, not bothering to fix her disheveled dress. 'In here,' she murmured, gesturing toward the living room sofa with a tired wave, her voice carrying that effortless command he craved.

Curtis shut the door softly, locking it out of habit, his eyes tracing the curve of her hips as she moved. The air still clung to her, heavy with the remnants of sweat and seed from her hotel romp, making his confined shaft strain harder against the unyielding cage.

She collapsed onto the edge of the sofa for a moment, then pushed herself up, turning to face him with a sly, appraising look. 'I need a quick shower—smell like a total mess. But first, strip down for me. I want to see how things are going in the chastity cage. Show me how good you've been holding out.'

Her words hit him like a spark, igniting fresh heat in his core. He nodded without hesitation, mouth dry, already tugging at his shirt hem. 'Y-yes, Anna. Whatever you want.' She smirked, pleased, and sauntered toward the bathroom, peeling off the tattered black dress as she went, letting it pool at her feet in the hallway.

The glimpse of her bare back, marked with faint red lines from Matt's grips, and the sway of her ass cheeks made his knees weak. The door clicked shut behind her, the sound of running water soon filling the space.

Curtis stood frozen in the living room for a minute, heart hammering, his erection pulsing futilely in the steel trap. Pre-cum had soaked through his boxers during the drive, a sticky reminder of his denied state, and now the command to bare himself amplified the ache.

But he wanted her approval more than comfort—needed to prove his devotion. With shaky fingers, he yanked off his shirt, folding it neatly on the armrest, then shoved down his pants and underwear in one motion.

The cool air hit his skin, raising goosebumps, but the cage remained, a cold weight between his legs, his small four-inch cock swollen and useless inside it, balls tight and heavy below. He sat on the sofa's edge, naked and exposed, thighs tense, waiting like a good boy, every second stretching his frustration.

The shower ran for what felt like forever, steam seeping under the door, his mind wandering to visions of her soaping those massive tits, water cascading over her curves. When the water finally shut off, his breath caught.

The door creaked open, and Anna stepped out, transformed. She had slipped into tight pink lingerie that hugged her voluptuous form like a second skin—see-through lace barely containing her perky, massive breasts, the dark pink of her nipples pressing visibly against the sheer fabric, begging for attention.

A matching corset cinched her waist, pushing her tits up higher, the boning accentuating her hourglass shape. Sheer stockings clung to her toned legs, held by garter straps that snapped taut with each step, and a tiny thong nestled between her ass cheeks, the front panel translucent enough to hint at the smooth mound beneath.

Her blonde hair hung damp and tousled, framing her freshly scrubbed face, makeup gone but her natural glow radiant. She moved with renewed energy, eyes locking on his nude form, a hungry smile curving her lips as she approached.

Curtis's caged dick jerked at the sight, the metal biting in, but he stayed still, mesmerized. She reached out, taking his hand in hers—warm, soft, with nails still painted red—and guided it to rest on the cushion as she sank down beside him on the sofa.

Her other hand landed on his bare thigh, fingers tracing light circles on his skin, inching upward teasingly close to the cage without touching it.

'Mmm, look at you,' she purred, leaning in so her breath ghosted his ear, the faint scent of her body wash—sweet and floral—mixing with the clean warmth of her body.

'All stripped and locked up just for me. How's that little thing feeling now? Bet it's screaming for relief after smelling all that fun I had.' Her hand squeezed his thigh, nails digging in just enough to send a jolt straight to his groin, her see-through top brushing his arm as she shifted closer, tits nearly spilling free with the motion.

Anna's fingers trailed higher up Curtis's thigh, her touch light but deliberate, sending shivers racing across his bare skin. She shifted closer on the sofa, her stocking-clad leg pressing against his, the heat from her body radiating through the thin fabric.

Without warning, her hand dipped lower, cupping his heavy balls gently at first, then squeezing with a firm, rolling massage that made his breath hitch sharply. The sensation shot straight to his caged cock, the steel confines tightening as blood surged uselessly inside, his four-inch length throbbing against the bars.

Curtis's face flushed crimson, heat blooming from his cheeks down his neck, his mouth opening and closing in stutters. 'A-Anna... oh god, that... I...' Words tumbled out incoherently, his voice cracking as her palm kneaded his sac, fingers tracing the sensitive skin behind it, pulling lightly to heighten the ache.

He squirmed on the cushion, thighs parting instinctively, but he didn't pull away—couldn't, not when her approval meant everything.

'Good boy,' she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, breath warm and teasing. The scent of her perfume enveloped him—sweet jasmine laced with something muskier, fresh from the shower, making his head spin.

From this angle, her massive tits loomed in his peripheral vision, the pink lace doing nothing to hide the swell of her breasts or the hard peaks of her nipples straining against the sheer material. They rose and fell with her breathing, inches from his arm, tempting him to stare.

Pre-cum oozed steadily from the tip of his trapped dick, dripping down the cage in thick strands, pooling on the sofa beneath him. Each squeeze of her hand coaxed more out, his balls tightening under her grip as frustration built to a fever pitch.

Anna's voice dropped lower, manipulative silk weaving through her words. 'Thank you for being so good, Curtis. For wearing this cage just for me. It means the world—shows how much you care. We're getting closer every day like this, aren't we? You and me, building something real.'

She leaned in further, her free hand sliding up to cup his jaw, turning his face toward hers. Her lips pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering there as her tongue flicked out briefly, tasting his skin.

All the while, her other hand kept massaging, rolling his balls between her fingers, tugging gently to make his hips buck involuntarily. More pre-cum leaked out, slicking the metal, his entire groin slick and desperate, the denial twisting into exquisite that left him panting and utterly hers.

Anna's hand lingered on Curtis's balls for a moment longer, giving one final squeeze that drew a whimper from his lips, before she pulled away with a satisfied smile. She stood gracefully, the pink lingerie clinging to her curves, her stockings whispering against each other as she extended her hand.

'Come with me,' she said softly, her voice laced with promise. Curtis took her hand without hesitation, his fingers trembling in hers as she led him down the hallway toward her bedroom. His mind exploded with possibilities—Is she finally going to unlock me? Let me inside her? Take my virginity right here? The thoughts raced, making his heart pound, his caged cock twitching painfully with every step.

His eyes locked onto her massive ass, the juicy cheeks swaying hypnotically under the sheer pink thong that barely covered them. Each stride made the flesh jiggle, the garter straps pulling taut against her thighs, drawing him forward like a magnet. He followed blindly, mesmerized, pre-cum still dripping from the cage onto the floor behind him.

She pushed open the bedroom door, revealing the king-sized bed with its dark sheets and an array of toys scattered on the nightstand—cuffs, ropes, and something that looked like a sleek silicone sleeve. Anna guided him to the edge of the mattress, then turned to him with a wicked grin. 'Lie down, on your back,' she instructed, her tone firm but playful.

Curtis obeyed, stretching out as she retrieved soft leather cuffs from under the bed. She worked quickly, buckling one around each wrist and ankle, securing him spread eagle to the four posts. His arms pulled wide, legs splayed open, completely exposed and vulnerable, his caged cock jutting up obscenely between his thighs.

'I'm feeling a little kinky tonight,' she teased, trailing a fingernail down his chest, circling his nipples until they hardened. 'You don't mind, do you? Being tied up for me like this?' Curtis's face burned red, a deep blush spreading as he stammered, 'N-no problem, Anna. Whatever you want.' His voice was breathy, eager, his body arching slightly against the restraints.

Satisfied, she climbed onto the bed, swinging one leg over to straddle his waist. The heat from her pussy radiated through the thin thong, pressing down on his abdomen, her wetness already soaking the fabric and smearing against his skin.

Her massive tits hovered above him, nipples poking through the lace, so close he could almost taste them. Curtis's breath came in short gasps, his mind screaming with anticipation as she reached behind her neck, unclasping the delicate chain. The key dangled from it, glinting in the low light. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, and inserted the key into the lock of his chastity cage.

A click echoed, and the device sprang open. His small four-inch cock burst free, rock hard and veined, the head purple and slick with backed-up pre-cum. It slapped against his stomach with a wet smack, throbbing in the open air for the first time in days. This is it, Curtis thought wildly, she's going to fuck me, ride me, make me hers. His hips bucked up instinctively, seeking her heat.

But Anna just chuckled, sliding off him to grab the fleshlight from the nightstand—a tight, ribbed sleeve molded to mimic a pussy, lubed and ready. 'Not yet, sweetie,' she murmured, positioning it over his straining cock. She pressed the tip against the head, then slid it down slowly, the soft silicone engulfing his length inch by inch.

Curtis groaned, the suction gripping him like a vice as she began to pump it up and down, twisting her wrist to add friction. The toy milked his cock relentlessly, the internal textures rubbing every sensitive spot.

'Good boy,' she cooed, leaning down so her breath ghosted over his ear, her tits pressing into his side. 'Cum for me, Curtis. Show me how much you need this. Be my perfect little toy.' Her free hand roamed his chest, pinching a nipple as she increased the pace, the fleshlight slurping wetly around his dick.

It only took a minute—his balls tightened, his body tensed against the cuffs, and with a strangled cry, he exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot into the toy, filling it with his load as his cock pulsed and jerked. Anna giggled, the sound light and mocking, watching his face contort in release.

She kept pumping until he was spent, his small cock softening inside the sleeve. Only then did she pull it off, a dribble of semen leaking from the end. Curtis lay there panting, blissed out but already aching for more. Anna wiped him clean with a tissue, then deftly fitted the cage back on, clicking the lock shut with finality. The key went back around her neck, nestling between her cleavage.

Without a word, she left him spread eagle, but slid up beside him, pressing her body against his side. Her leg draped over his thigh, her arm across his chest, tits squishing against his arm as she nuzzled into his neck. The warmth of her skin, the scent of her perfume, it all enveloped him. 'Good boy,' she whispered again, kissing his shoulder. 'You did so well for me.' Curtis melted into the cuddle, still restrained and locked, his mind a haze of submission and longing.