The Chastity Cage
In the small hours before dawn, when the whole household lay asleep, Emma moved silently down the corridor on a special assignment — a peculiar iron device clutched in her hand.
It had been shaped in the likeness of a man's sex, the inside hollowed out like an empty pastry. A chastity cage, as it was called.
Emma let out a sigh thick with complicated feeling.
Just what was Miss thinking, giving me a mission like this...
A maid obeys her master's every command without question. Even Emma, who held that conviction as gospel, had felt a question mark bloom in her mind the instant she heard this particular order.
To understand the mission, one had to rewind the clock a little.
She had gone to her lady's rooms at the sound of the bell, as she did every day. Lately, whenever Miss summoned her, it was with some strange request or stranger remark, so Emma steeled herself before she opened the door.
"I came across some fascinating research last night."
"...May I ask what it was about?"
"Apparently, if a man doesn't use the front, the sensitivity of his chest and his rear goes up."
Emma very nearly sprayed the tea she'd been drinking. She barely managed to swallow it back down into her own body rather than across her mistress. It went down like a shot of hard liquor — she could feel the precise geography of her own esophagus and stomach.
"I-Is that so."
"Mm. So I ordered something from the workshop..."
Veronica crossed to the dresser on the far side of the room — the same dresser from which she'd produced a penny bun the last time Katrina had come calling. She opened a drawer and plucked out the item at once; it must have been a recent purchase.
"A chastity cage."
Veronica set it on the table.
"I had it made to Katrina's measurements."
How on earth does Miss know that?
This time it was words that nearly tumbled out instead of tea. She held those back too, of course.
"Is this a new sort of play you'd like to try?"
"That's the idea. But I'd rather make it a surprise."
Veronica held the chastity cage and a padlock out toward Emma. When Emma only stared at her, bewildered, Veronica smiled as brightly as a girl with a secret.
"So I'll be counting on you."
"Counting on me for..."
"Tonight, go into Katrina's room and lock the chastity cage on him."
Emma's eyes flew wide at the request she had not seen coming. She took the cage and the padlock with trembling hands.
It wasn't that she didn't want to do it. If anything, she wondered whether she was even allowed to. Only a few days ago she had suffered through washing Katrina while his rear hole winked open and shut, holding herself back by sheer force of will. Could she really just lock a cage onto his cock while he slept and walk out of the room?
She used to be certain she was a woman of exceptional self-control. Lately that certainty had been crumbling by the hour.
"Of course, I'm not asking you to do this for nothing."
Reading the conflict written across Emma's face, Veronica took a sip of tea and spoke. What a person lost in hesitation needs is a hand at their back.
"The rear is off-limits. But I'll allow the front."
"R-Really...?"
When the very words the conflicted party had been hoping for were laid on top of the rest, it was the icing on the cake. Emma looked at Veronica with a face anyone alive could have read as tempted. She caught herself a moment later, cleared her throat, and composed her expression — though the corners of her mouth still curled, just slightly, upward.
"It would be a problem if he woke, though, so don't be too rough."
"Yes. Understood."
Coming out of the recollection, Emma found herself thinking. When you get down to it, I'm the only one in this house who could even do this. The only people who know Katrina is a man are Miss and me.
...And besides, I can hardly complain when I went and swallowed the assignment whole. Didn't I look a little too pleased when she said she'd allow the front? I hope I didn't put her out of sorts...
She was still turning it over when she realized she was already standing in front of Katrina's door. Emma drew several long breaths, then eased the door open without a sound.
The door did not creak like something out of a horror picture. Emma poked only her head through and surveyed the room. Every lamp had been put out; moonlight alone spilled softly across the floor. Katrina lay on the bed.
She glanced down the corridor just to be sure, then slipped inside.
"Mmph... nngh..."
Up close, he was sleeping deeply. His chest rose and fell in time with the soft whistle of his breath. She wouldn't even need the old trick of waving a hand in front of his face.
Emma set the lantern on the table and laid the chastity cage on the bed. Then, careful not to wake him, she began easing down his pajama trousers.
The pants came away, and a tiny little dick that barely deserved to be called a cock came into view.
So he's the type who sleeps without underwear. It isn't as if he was lying there begging to be groped... Right. This isn't me being wicked — it's this careless idiot's own fault.
"He won't wake up from just a little sucking, will he."
Emma spread Katrina's legs wide. She slipped between his thighs and leaned in toward that sorry little cock. For all that it was a pathetic excuse for one, it still carried the scent of a male. She blew a soft puff of air across it, and Katrina's whole body shivered.
Seeing something like that, she could almost understand why Miss had fallen for him.
With that thought she began to fondle the limp little thing, slowly, thoroughly. Every time her fingers moved, his rear hole clenched tight and then eased open again, over and over. The urge to touch it rose hard in her, but Miss had permitted only the front. Emma gritted her teeth and kept her eyes locked on his cock.
It stiffened by degrees until it stood fully erect — a shape Emma had grown quite familiar with. She would have loved to take her time with it until the sun came up, but Miss wanted a surprise, and that meant she couldn't. If he happened to wake, it would all be for nothing.
Emma took the erect cock into her mouth. She rolled the head around on her tongue the way one might savor a piece of candy. An addictive male scent filled her mouth and her nose. Still tasting him, she began to bob her head, slowly, up and down.
"Nngh...♡"
Katrina let out a faint moan, as if it felt good. What kind of dream is he having? Is he having a filthy one, the same as I am? She found herself privately hoping he was dreaming of being taken by her.
The pace of her mouth picked up. His breathing grew ragged, and his back began to arch.
"Mmph...?!"
His cock spilled into Emma's mouth without the slightest warning — he was asleep, after all. She caught most of it, but a thin line ran down the shaft toward his pubic bone. She swallowed with an audible gulp, then licked up what had escaped the way one licks ice cream from the side of a cone. When she was done, the little cock looked much as it had before, save for a faint sheen.
"Urgh—"
Her stomach sat a little heavy, but it was time for the mission Miss had given her. Emma picked up the chastity cage from the bed. She fed his cock through the largest ring, then began working his balls slowly through after it.
"Nngh...?! Nnnh..."
"W-Wait — hold still...!"
He was raw from having just come, twisting at the hips. Emma pinned his waist with one arm as best she could and shoved his balls through. She nearly caught a blind kick for her trouble, but the cage went on without further incident.
From her pocket she drew the padlock and hooked it through the loop between the large ring and the housing that encased him.
A click. The lock snapped shut.
Now no one could take it off except Veronica, who held the key.
Mission complete, Emma pulled his trousers back up and left the room.
I woke to a strange, unaccountable tightness around my groin. Something cold and smooth was pressed against me down there.
Wait. That was metal on skin.
"...What the hell is this."
A bad feeling sent my hand to my waistband. I shoved my pants down and found something locked around my cock.
An iron chastity cage. Worse — a small ring had been clamped around my cock and balls somehow, so I couldn't simply pull the thing off. I yanked with everything I had in the name of my cock's freedom. All I accomplished was hurting myself.
"Shiiit... is there seriously no way?"
Unless I unlocked the padlock dangling there like a little bell, there didn't seem to be any way to get the cage off. This was Veronica's doing. Obviously. She must have snuck in while I was asleep and locked it on.
Still in my pajamas, I headed for the room next door. I skipped the knock and opened the door straight away.
Even with me bursting in, Veronica didn't look up. She went on reviewing her papers as if I weren't there.
She's just going to ignore me? Like that?
I strode over and planted myself in front of her.
"You're up early."
Only after slamming a stamp down on the document she'd been reading did she slowly lift her gaze.
"Th-This is too much...! Take it off!"
"Ah. That?"
"What else would I be talking about?"
She said it so brazenly I was left speechless. I'm not a dog — I can understand words just fine. Was there any reason she had to go so far as locking a chastity cage on me? This is too much. This is going too far no matter how you look at it. My head filled with everything I wanted to throw at her.
"...You'll take it off after a week, right?"
"I'll see when we get there."
But what came out of my mouth was a humiliating offer to negotiate. And even that failed to get me the answer I wanted.
And so a hellish week began.