My Best Friend My Nemesis Pt. 09

"Do I have your attention now?" Stacey asked me quietly.


I nodded my affirmation, unable to speak, due to the excitement Stacey had created within me. Stacey continued to caress my face as she stared into my eyes. My cock struggled against the stainless steel of my cock-cage, fighting its continuous losing battle, without ever giving up.


Stacey leaned forward and gently touched her forehead against mine, in an attempt to forge a connection. I felt very close to her as we stared into each other's eyes, enjoying the moment. After a few moments, Stacey lifted her head slightly, leaned in towards me, and brushed her lips against mine. Her breath was very fresh and minty, and her scent was intoxicating.


"May I kiss you, baby?" she asked, apparently willing to slow things down until I was comfortable.


I really didn't want to do this. I knew in my heart and soul that my relationship with Sara would deteriorate, if I ended up fucking Stacey. My end goal, of reconciling with my wife, would be much harder to achieve, if I ended up submitting to Stacey's advances.


However, I couldn't help myself. She was just so beautiful, and I had been in chastity for way too long. I leaned in to kiss Stacey, butterflies in my stomach, as I felt her tongue enter my mouth. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever kissed, a breathtakingly gorgeous, exquisitely feminine girl, scented to perfection. She could have been a lingerie model, and as I looked into her piercing blue eyes, I pondered whether perhaps I was dreaming.


She was a sensual kisser, her tongue tenderly probing inside my mouth, as she occasionally nibbled my lips. I never wanted this make-out session to end, I was so aroused.


Stacey was an expert tease, and her hands were all over me as we made out. She was lightly scratching the back of my neck and head with her nails, and tickling my stomach as we kissed tenderly. She moved her hands constantly, stimulating all of my known erogenous zones, and discovering ones that I didn't know existed.


As she caressed my body, she also slowly undressed me, one button at a time, tantalizingly slowly. My shirt came off first, and she teased my erect nipples with her fingertips, as we continued to kiss. My nuts throbbed, as my cock continued its battle to escape the cock-cage.


The drug cocktail of MDMA and Viagra had really kicked in now, and I was grateful to have Svetlana's silky panties wrapped around my cock, to protect it. My jeans came off next, and Stacey slowly raked her nails from my ankles to my inner thighs, which were slick with my seminal fluids.


Stacey was focused solely on my pleasure, as she methodically stripped me of my clothes. I was breathing hard now, and much of my body was covered in goosebumps. Before long I was completely naked, except for the cock-cage. I let out a moan of pleasure, as Stacey tenderly squeezed my swollen testicles, as they hung from under the stainless steel contraption.


I instinctively tried to cover the cage with my hands, out of embarrassment.


"Don't be shy, baby," Stacey said softly. "I have caged a lot of guys before. In fact, it is one of the more common fetishes that I cater to."


This assurance relaxed me, and I removed my hands from between my legs, and started to caress Stacey.


"Chris, you don't need to put any effort into trying to pleasure me," Stacey said calmly. "Our sex life is all about you. You can just relax and tell me what floats your boat. My job is to keep you completely satiated sexually, so that you totally forget about Sara."


My cock throbbed when Stacey said that. I couldn't imagine how much pleasure I could take from this beautiful young woman, in twelve months. I could feel my resolve to choose Svetlana weakening. I knew I needed to get out of that room, before Stacey got into my head, uncovered my deepest fantasies, and then fulfilled them!


Stacey stopped kissing me briefly.


"Are you ready to be released from the cock-cage?" she asked.


I had spent most of the last five months in chastity. Other than a brief spell out of the metal contraption, under nurse Mary's orders, I had only been released briefly for Svetlana's torturous inspections, cleanings and highly ritualized shavings. My cock had been completely erect, for just about every second it had spent outside of the cage, but there was never any hint of release. Now, as my nuts throbbed in anticipation, Stacey was offering to fulfill my darkest fantasies.


I must have looked excited, because she said "I'll take that as a yes," and slowly knelt before me.


We kissed briefly as she knelt before me, and I looked into her piercing blue eyes. She smiled sweetly at me.


"Sara said you like a slow tender touch, is that true?" she whispered.


I nodded my affirmation.


Stacey replied "My specialty," just the way she had told Adrian, that rimjobs were her specialty.


She truly was a manipulator of men, and she had me firmly in her grasp.


Stacey started to graze her nails lightly across my stomach, and I shuddered at how good she made me feel. She tried all kind of different touches and strokes, all over my body, and she was asking me what felt the best.


"If you simply communicate your desires to me, I can make sure that each and every sexual encounter we have, will be the best it could possibly be."


She teased me for nearly an hour, tantalizingly slowly, with every caress elevating my desire for her. She wanted nothing in return, seemingly completely obsessed with my pleasure. This is why men pay her for her time, I thought, as Stacey figured out, through trial and error, that I loved having my stomach kissed. My breathing was ragged now, as I was shivering with pleasure, and leaking all over the black leather sofa, through my cock-cage. Stacey was on her knees in front of me, and she asked me to stand.


"Do you like this position?" she asked me gently. "Me on my knees before you in submission?"


I stammered my affirmative.


"I enjoy submitting to men, very much," she teased.


Then she fished the key to my cock-cage, out from the top of her dress. I glanced briefly at her "D" cups, and then looked away out of respect. Stacey was on to me right away.


"Don't feel like you have to slyly steal a peek at my tits, Chris," she told me. "I know that men are visual creatures, and I want you to enjoy me to the fullest. Check me out, ogle me, I am yours to do whatever you want with. Adrian bought me for you. You own my tits. You own me!"


I had never had a woman be so direct, and it turned me on immensely, to hear her offer herself unconditionally, for my enjoyment. Once she had the cage key in her hand, she started to ask me how she should open it.


"I couldn't help but notice, that Sara and Svetlana have a different approach to opening your cage," she started. "Sara was very clinical, and removed the key from her neck, which makes the procedure easier. Svetlana, on the other hand, seems to enjoy teasing you with her hair, and keeps the key on a very short chain, so that she is all up in your junk when she removes your cage. Do you have a preference?"


"Svetlana is a sadist, and she just enjoys fucking with me at every available opportunity," I began. "Svetlana went through the whole protracted cage routine, because it aroused her, to see me suffer. My preference would be some combination of the two. A swift removal of the cage, followed by some slow sensual teasing to get me erect."


"I understand," Stacey said cheerfully. "Let me know if you have any suggestions on how to make this more pleasurable for you."


I smiled at her, and told her that I appreciated her trying to make everything perfect. Her request for feedback was such a departure from the way Adrian critiques my wife after every date. Sara would suck Adrian off, and then remain on her knees in front of him, as he detailed all of the improvements he expected her to make, the next time she serviced him.


Stacey carefully unlocked the cock-cage, and removed it from my rapidly stiffening cock. She started to softly stroke my cock, with the silk panties that were wrapped around it. I let out a moan of pleasure, and Stacey continued with her line of questioning.


"So, it seems like you enjoy the touch of silk. Sara mentioned that you blew your load all over her silky babydoll, when your hands were tied behind your back. I know you jerked off into my silky panties, when I stayed with you and Sara, a few years ago. I also know that you were caged, because you stole a pair of Svetlana's panties, and masturbated into them several times. So, I want you to think very carefully before you answer me, because the truth will lead to enhanced orgasms for you. Do you enjoy silky things in general, or do you prefer panties more specifically?"


My cock was at full attention now, as Stacey started to get deeper inside my head. I knew I would enjoy some benefit from being totally truthful with her, but it was embarrassing to talk about. She sensed this, and pursued a different line of questioning.


"I thoroughly enjoy feminizing men, and it is a very common sexual practice, for a man to wear my panties and lingerie. If I wanted to dress you up like a little girl, would you allow me to?"


I nodded shyly, but my cock was jumping around between my legs shouting, "Yes, dress me up, make me wear your silky things."


Stacey smiled knowingly, touched the tip of my cock, and rubbed some of my pre-cum around the head of it. She thanked my cock for answering honestly, and got up from her knees. She told me to sit, and left the room. When she returned, she was carrying a baby blue silky nightie, and matching silk panties. She draped the lingerie over my leg, so that I could admire the expensive garment, and feel the beautiful silk material.


"Agent Provocateur," she said quietly, "nothing but the best for Chrissy."


Svetlana's silk panties were still wrapped around my cock, and Stacey took them from me. She looked at the label, and noted that they were La Perla.


"Someone has expensive tastes, too," she teased.


Who do those panties belong to? Did one of the girls use their own underwear to line your cock-cage? Did Adrian purchase them for you to wear, when you sucked his cock? He does like his bitches to dress cute for him."


I wanted to tell Stacey that I wasn't one of Adrian's bitches. Koko had sucked Adrian's cock, not me, but she wouldn't have believed me. As far as she was concerned, she had walked in right after Adrian came in my mouth, and on my nose and cheek.


"You will get the most pleasurable experience, if you simply tell the truth," she assured me.


"The panties belong to Svetlana, and she used them to line my cock-cage," I said truthfully.


"Good job for telling me the truth," she said with a smile. "Svetlana already told me that they were hers, when the four of us were in the bathroom, remember? I will take you lingerie shopping, before we leave Vegas. There are lots of cross-dressers here, so you can try stuff on in the stores without any vibe. Now, would you like me to dress you, or do you want to put on your pretty things in private?"


I knew the answer immediately, so I followed her suggestion to tell the truth and blurted it out.


"Can you dress me Stacey?"


"We could share a stronger connection, if I dress you up," she said.


Five minutes later, I was wearing my Agent Provocateur silk nightie and panties. The nightie was a bit of a tight fit, but the length was perfect, as Stacey and I were about the same height.


She tapped her watch, and fired up the magic egg in my asshole. I stiffened up, as soon as it started humming away at the nerve endings in my butt. Stacey sat on the sofa and told me to kneel in front of her. Once I was in her desired position, she pulled the silky nightie down over my panties, and started to rub my cock through the silk lingerie, using her stockinged feet. She had on very soft nylons, and it felt great to finally be out of the cage, and rubbing up against something. She used both feet to stroke my cock, and I started to thrust my hips forward.


This is the point in the story, where I go on to tell you how I fucked Stacey in multiple positions, as she cried out my name in ecstasy. However, truth be known, after my prolonged period of enforced chastity, I came a few seconds later, blowing my wad inside the very expensive silk lingerie, and all over Stacey's nylons as I humped her feet.


I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and cried out with pleasure as I ejaculated. The anal stimulator prolonged my release, and I continued to leak semen into the silky nightie, for several moments. Stacey knew exactly how to handle any post-orgasmic embarrassment I had, about being on my knees in front of her, dressed in women's Lingerie. After I had stopped humping her feet, she leaned forward and kissed me tenderly.


"That was sensational baby," she said quietly. "I hope every orgasm you ever have with me is mind blowing."