We missed last week because even though Richard wrote it, Jayden forgot to post it. Whoops!
– Jayden
Chelsea walked to the bathroom and quickly undressed. She took a minute to look at herself in the mirror. She’d shaved earlier, and she quickly double checked everything. Nice and smooth, except for a small triangle patch over her clit. She’d been doing it that way since Mark told her he liked it. I should ask Arnie, she thought to herself, wondering how he liked it. She pulled on the top first, her tits seemingly ready to burst out with any movement. She looked in the mirror again, grinning and lightly rubbing her nipples where they stuck out of the fabric. Next came the skirt. If she stood just right, she could see the bottom of her pussy lips peeking out, and there was no way it could cover even half of her ass. She pulled the socks on next, looked down, and wriggled her toes in them. Should she put her shoes back on? Did Arnold like feet? They really needed to have more talks about this kind of thing. She rummaged around in the cabinet under the sink for a minute and found a pair of scissors to cut the ribbon in half. She twisted her hair into two pigtails and used half to tie each one. If she was going to be a cheerleader, she had to go all the way. She took another look to make sure the outfit was right and then walked back to the bedroom.
“Arnie?” she called. She looked around, not seeing him. She walked around in a slow circle, carefully not looking behind her. Her pussy dripped at the thought of him ambushing her. She jumped when she heard metal clattering on metal.
“Down here…” Arnold said.
She looked around, then spotted one hand waving out between the bars of the cage. The locked cage.
“What’d you do?” she asked, crouching next to it, bending at the knees, and spreading her barely skirted legs as wide as she could to give him a view while he was stuck.
“You told me to check the stuff out, so I crawled in here. And then I was trying to figure out how it worked, and then…”
She looked at the lock. It was set on a ten minute timer, about half of which was used up. She laughed.
“Good news, you’ll only be stuck for a couple more minutes.”
“I kinda like it…” he said, staring at her pussy.
“You put me in this slutty little outfit, but you’re the one who wants to get locked up?”
“You could be a mean sexy cheerleader. You liked being mean to Hannah.”
“Yeah? Is that how you want me to treat you?”
He nodded. “I think so. You’re better at it than me. And it was hot.”
She looked down at him in the cage for a minute, then reached over and set the timer up to 15 minutes.
“This is not how I thought tonight was going to go,” she said, grabbing a pair of handcuffs out of their toy bag.
“I’m sorry…” he said again.
“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry. Getting me all horned up to be your little slut, and then locking yourself in the cage? Do you know how many times I rubbed one out this week, imagining I’d be the one down there? Or that you’d string me up on that cross and beat me black and blue? How’re you going to make up for it?”
He looked down. She wriggled her toes again, watching him for a reaction.
“I don’t know.”
She stuck her foot through the bars of the cage, putting it under his chin and making him tip his head back.
“That’s, ‘I don’t know, ma’am.’”
“Yes, ma’am!”
She smiled a little. “You’re lucky you’re cute. First order of business, get undressed in there. I reset the timer, but if you can’t follow all my orders before the cage unlocks, I’m never letting you back in.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he quickly started rolling around inside, tangling and untangling himself in his shirt as he tried to pull it off, making little grunting noises as he tried to reach for the buttons.
While he did, she sat on the padded bench top of the cage, grabbing her phone and snapping a couple pictures. After a few minutes she bent over, catching one with her legs at the edge of the frame and him wriggling half naked.
“Who do you think I should send these to?” she asked.
After a minute, he looked up at her. “How about Pete?”
J R Vincente 