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Sun Hee Ch. 04

NOTE: Sun Hee is still loving and faithful in this chapter. In fact, she is quite loving here. Cruel, very cruel, but loving. I hope you enjoy. This chapter got a little long so I broke it into two parts. The second part is coming soon and is crueler still. New readers are encouraged to start from the beginning.



Chapter Four

Last night at the dance club had not gone well for us. We were supposed to have spent the night together, with me finally getting unlocked and having a chance have sex with my girlfriend Sun Hee. It was four days since she had decided to put this chastity cage around my cock, and I still hadn't been able to have sexy with my sweet little Korean girl since we first started dating. But instead of the tender and romantic night we were expecting, we ended up fighting. In a fit of anger, Sun Hee had sent me home, right in front of her friends.

I'll be honest: when I first stumbled out of that club I was feeling pretty pissed. And wounded. I couldn't believe Sun Hee did that -- not just that she sent me home like some kind of chastised little boy but that she did it right in front of all her Korean friends and her roommate Jin Sook. They were all laughing at me. My ears burned imagining what they were saying. And here I was left to walk home in the dark while they all got to stay at the dance club having fun.

I felt so humiliated. So emasculated. But my cock was also throbbing in its cage the whole walk home. It was confusing. I kept telling myself I was so turned on only because I had been promised release tonight and that it was just the lingering arousal from expecting to be alone with my girlfriend tonight.

I kept telling myself that because the other possibility was just too confusing and new to fully admit to myself: that I was so turned on not despite the way Sun Hee had embarrassed me in front of all her friends and sent me home, but because of it.

She was being unfair, I told myself. I'm ashamed to say I even called her a bitch as I muttered to myself on the way home. Sure, I should have defended her when Jin Sook started making snide comments, but what did Sun Hee really expect me to say? And it was true that she was dancing pretty freely out there on the dance floor with other guys. Except, well, I had encouraged her to cut loose and have fun. Was Sun Hee really the one who was being unfair? I had to ask myself that question honestly, and I didn't like the answer I came to.

It was a long struggle through a largely sleepless night trying to come to terms with my own feelings. It was true I was sending her mixed signals. I had promised not to masturbate for her but then spilled. I had encouraged her to dance and flirt last night but then acted jealous. I had asked her to be cruel when she locked this cage onto me, but then I kept acting as though it was up to me when I was "owed" release.

Deep down, I knew -- I knew, even though I struggled to admit it -- that Sun Hee's humiliation excited me. I liked her taking control over me and being so cruel. It just... confused me that I liked it. It almost felt as though she was coaxing me into feeling this way, and maybe I liked that too.

Either way, the one thing I knew without any doubt was that I loved Sun Hee. Petite at 5'4'', and unusually busty for a Korean girl, Sun Hee was genuinely beautiful despite her shyness. Her big, dark eyes looked up at you with such eagerness from beneath her dark bangs, and the subtle differences of her foreignness made her intriguing to get to know. And it wasn't just that she was so incredibly sexy. Sun Hee was really intelligent, too, and sweet. I felt so connected to her, and we could talk about anything. There was an openness and eagerness there that I had never experienced before.

She was the best thing that ever happened to me.

That simple certainly is what had me awake at 8am searching for a nearby florist. When I came by the dorm room she shared with Jin Sook, I listened at the door and heard only dead silence. Either they were fast asleep or not there. Not wanting to disturb Sun Hee, I left the flowers at the door along with a note apologizing and begging her to call.

It was a long wait. Not least of which my balls ached with a sexual need I had never felt before, and a need that cared nothing about my current state of emotional vulnerability. I needed sex.

10 am turned slowly into 10:15. Then 10:40. It was a struggle not to keep checking the time, and harder still to resist pestering her with more calls and texts. I tried, and failed, to study. Lunch came and went. I even napped a little somehow.

Finally, after two o'clock, she finally texted: "Come over."

That was all she said, but it was enough! So eager was I to see my darling Sun Hee again that I practically ran across the campus to her dorm, arriving with panting breath and an ache in my heart. In truth I had all but forgotten the endless need in my balls for once, overwhelmed instead by the simple happiness of getting to see her again. My only worry, as I stood in the hallway at her door to collect breath, was whether she would be as happy to see me.

The Sun Hee who answered the door was subdued, but not unhappy. When her cute little face poked between the narrow opening of the door it was like a warmth returned to my body that I hadn't fully realized was missing. It just felt good to see her.

She peered up at me through her big, wet eyes looking a bit timid and vulnerable herself. I ached to see even this hint of sadness in her face and felt terrible for having caused it. After our fight the night before maybe neither of us were sure where things stood.

Then, as Sun Hee pulled the door wider, there was an endearing urgency with which she threw herself into my arms. I swept her up, and we hugged each other tight. A part of me in the back of my mind, the always horny part, was aware of her full breasts pressed flat against me and the curve of her deliciously slender waist in my arms, so feminine and so nubile, but another, tender part of me simply basked in her warmth and smell: the floral scent of her hair and the sweet musk I had come to associate with her petite little Korean self.

"I'm sorry," I breathed, and I was. Whatever else had happened Friday night I had let her down.

"I know, baby," Sun Hee whispered back, holding me tighter. "I'm sorry, too." She leaned up to kiss me tentatively on the mouth. Her lips felt so soft, so wet. I was hungry for a deeper kiss, but alas she had already turned away.

As she led me back into her tiny bedroom, it seemed like maybe everything was ok again. Letting my imagination run away with me, I visualized stumbling into her room and pushing her urgently onto her bed. We would be kissing urgently, her legs would spread for me, and that stubborn cage between my legs would simply fall away as I plunged wetly and hungrily into her open pussy.

Almost, I believed that might happen. I mean, I knew we had a lot to talk about and work through with our feelings, yet the possibility seemed so real and so appealing. But even as the door clicked shut behind us, Sun Hee interrupted my reverie.

She pulled away deliberately, letting go my hand, and walked over toward her desk against the wall, leaving me adrift in the center of her room. "Undress," she said without hesitation.

Sun Hee's outfit was oddly formal today, especially for a Saturday afternoon. She wore a white button-up blouse, the kind a successful professional woman might wear to the office, and a navy blue jumpsuit skirt. The straps of the jumpsuit looked almost like suspenders, pressing against the sides of her impressive breasts and thus making them stand out even more. The blue skirt had a sharp and precise cut, making her look both severe and more mature. Her long black hair was styled up in a tight bun, and her familiar cat's eye make-up looked even darker and more dramatic than usual. The outfit suited her and gave her an aura of authority and distinction.

"Undress," she said again. This time she looked straight at me, her dark eyes holding my own. She folded her arms underneath her breasts and waited.

"I won't say it again."

Confused yet chastened by her reserved demeanor, I wasn't sure how to react. Was she mad? Was she wanting sex? Was this part of my punishment? She leaned casually against the edge of her desk, but her posture seemed almost rigid.

Feeling a need to obey, even though I wasn't sure what was happening, my hand went to the buttons at my collar but then pulled away again. It felt so awkward stripping in front of her, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do it. Sun Hee just kept staring. And, hesitant as I was, I also felt the familiar hum in my balls as I experienced the power she held over me.

I forced my hand back to my collar, and this time I started unbuttoning. My shirt fell open, and self-consciously, I pulled it down off my arms and dropped it to the floor. Then I shrugged off my tshirt, acutely aware of the way Sun Hee's eyes lingered on my bare chest. It took an act of will to force my hands to unbutton my jeans. I felt so vulnerable stripping in front of Sun Hee as she watched -- and yet, paradoxically, it also excited me.

This was a strange yet arousing experience. I had undressed for a female doctor before, and undressed in front of my mother as a child. Undressing in front of Sun Hee felt somehow like both. I kept expecting her to say something, but she remained silent, which only amplified my feeling of embarrassment.

Her demeanor seemed pleased and also vaguely amused.

"I feel like being scolded or something," I said and forced a laugh, trying to lighten some of the tension.

Sun Hee pursed her lips into a thin line and responded in a firm and deliberate voice. "Maybe because you are."

Her words sent a thrill down my spine. My jeans dropped to the floor alongside my other clothes.

"On the chair. Neatly." Sun Hee's voice was stern and clipped.

Feeling embarrassed that I had left my clothes a mess on her neatly ordered floor, I hurriedly scooped them up and worked to carefully fold them as she had instructed.

Standing in front of her wearing nothing but my briefs felt intensely vulnerable. I looked at her questioningly, wondering if the briefs, too, had to come off.

"All of it," she answered the unspoken question. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in a way that suggested both patience and impatience at the same time.

"Yes, Princess," I said. It came out impulsively, without realizing it.

Sun Hee's razor sharp attention caught it immediately, of course. "What did you call me?"

"Princess." I really hadn't realized that I said it. It just felt right.

Apparently it felt right to her, too. "Mmm, I like that," Sun Hee purred.

Feeling a certain pride in my submission to her, I let my briefs slide down around my ankles. I leaned down to pluck them from the floor, folded them, and added them atop the pile of my clothes now on her chair by the door. As I did so, I couldn't help notice the way her eyes followed my bare butt. It was an entirely new experience to be subject to a woman's gaze this way, and it was an extremely peculiar experience.

Turning back to face her now was tough. Standing naked in front of Sun Hee this way sent a powerful and confusing heat down my spine, and her frank, appraising scrutiny as she studied me only made the experience more intense. Her dark eyes studied my exposed body, moving from my feet up to my face and then back down again.

What did Sun Hee see as she looked at me? The male body had always seemed rather ungainly and silly to me, and feeling her appraising gaze intensified the feeling tenfold.

It was some solace that my penis was neatly bundled inside that stubborn plastic cage, rather than flopping awkwardly in the air, but of course the mere fact that my cock -- what should be the symbol of masculine pride -- was locked was its own humiliation. I felt so exposed under Sun Hee's gaze that I couldn't help but squirm, so why did I like this so much?

Unbidden, my hands moved to clasp in front of me, cupping my vulnerable manhood and hiding it from view.

Sun Hee immediately made a tsking noise and motioned my hands apart. She was testing her power as if proving something to herself. Or to me.

Obediently, I forced my hands to my side, exposing myself to her. Of course, that only made my helpless cock try to surge even more, making the cage bounce and wobble comically between my legs.

Suddenly the loud noise of the outside door interrupted Sun Hee's humiliating appraisal. Someone was outside in the common room; it had to be her roommate Jin Sook. We could hear her shuffling about, as if looking for something.

I froze in absolute stillness, not needing Sun Hee's warning finger at her lips to command me to silence. I was standing stark naked in the center of her room. If Jin Sook knocked at her bedroom door, if she burst in to check on Sun Hee for anything, she would immediately see me -- naked, exposed -- right in front of her. She would see me naked in front of both her and Sun Hee fully clothed. Worse, she would see the chastity cage Sun Hee had locked around me!

Why did that excite me so much? My cock strained visibly in its cage even as I trembled at the prospect of such a humiliating discovery. Unbidden, the image popped into my mind of Jin Sook out there, tall and beautiful like a model, no doubt wearing one of her expensive designer dresses, her fierce, dark eyes scanning the room as she searched.

The humiliation burned through me as I waited in frozen dread, listening to Jin Sook pacing noisily in the outer room. Worse, Sun Hee saw my reaction, too. She saw the unmistakable way my cage bounced up and down, betraying my fierce arousal.

An agonizing moment passed between us. Then another. Then, blessedly, the outer door opened and pulled shut again, and we heard the rhythmic clicking of Jin Sook's heels echo down the hallway.

Both of us looked relieved.

"We need to talk," Sun Hee said, after the tap-tap-tap of her roommate's heels finally disappeared down the hall. "About last night."

Sun Hee pushed herself upright from where she had been leaning against her desk, and she paced toward me slowly and deliberately. She clearly understood the power it gave her to have me naked while she herself remained clothed, and just as clearly, she relished the feeling. For my part, it was all new to me. Having lived with so little concern in a world designed for the male gaze -- the scantily clad women posed on magazine covers, movies designed with male pleasure in mind, the short skirts and plunging necklines that stir my desire to see more -- the sudden reversal felt deeply unsettling. Now I was on display for her.

Having to stand naked in front of Sun Hee while she was fully clothed -- and dressed in such a professional and commanding outfit -- wasn't the most comfortable place for me to try explaining myself. Somehow, I was pretty sure that was deliberate on her part.

"Baby, I -- "

Sun Hee lifted her hand to silence me. It was a gentle gesture, but firm and commanding. "Quiet, my love," she murmured as she enjoyed my naked body.

She reached out a finger and traced it along my shoulder, down the left side of my chest, and around my hips. My skin thrilled under her touch, and I wanted more. She paced slowly around me, inspecting me. As her heels clicked on the tile as she stepped past me, I tried to turn to follow, but put on her hand to stop me. Sun Hee stepped behind me, circling.

I didn't think it was possible to feel more vulnerable, but I was wrong. Having Sun Hee stand behind me made me feel intensely exposed. I sensed her studying my bare back and buttocks, but when her fingers suddenly brushed against the super-sensitive skin of my ass, my hips bucked in helpless reflex, making the lock on my cage rattle noisily.

That elicited a snicker from her. I strained for calm, burning in submissive shame, as her hand traced the curve of my butt. She was probing my most intimate places. She just grazed along the sensitive pucker of my ass, and then her finger pushed inside a little, shocking me. Never had anyone touched me there, not that way! And I couldn't believe this innocent little Korean girl was doing it. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay relaxed and open, waiting for her to go further.

She tittered again, as if sensing my reaction, but instead explored lower, reaching between my legs to tap playfully against the underside of my cage.

Apparently satisfied, Sun Hee stepped back and said from behind me, "I'm not mad about last night."

That came as a relief, and some of the tension drained out of my body. I felt a little better, still awkward being naked in front of her, but better.

Then she leaned forward so that her mouth was right against my ear. "But I need you to be honest with me about some things." Her lips actually brushed against my ear as she spoke, and her hand cupped my bare butt cheek.

I gulped, wondering just what was coming. "O-okay," I stammered. Her hand on my butt tickled, making it difficult to maintain my composure.

"I know I teased you a lot last night. And I know I embarrassed you," Sun Hee said, still standing behind me. She moved closer so that I could feel the heat of her body near me. "But I really think you liked it," she continued. "And I want you to admit it. You need to come to terms with what you want here. No more mixed signals from you."

It was true. What she said -- every part of it. It felt like she knew me better than I knew myself. But Sun Hee was right, it was hard for me to admit it, even it myself. Last night after Sun Hee had sent me home in front of her friends, I felt angry. Or at least I thought what I felt was anger. But as I wrestled with me feelings all through that long and sleepless night I came to realize that what I was really feeling was humiliation. When Sun Hee danced with that meathead guy right in front of me and then when she embarrassed me about it right in front of her friends, it had struck some vulnerable part of my masculine ego that had never felt threatened before. It was like striking your funny bone: that unexpected trembling weakness that suddenly robs the strength from your body.

Always before in my meager handful of previous relationships, I felt secure knowing my girlfriend was essentially under control.

But it wasn't anger I really felt, I can to realize -- it was humiliation. And strange as it was I had to admit that it was a feeling that excited me. I didn't understand why. Maybe Sun Hee had led me to this. She seemed to see through me in a way I hadn't experienced before, and maybe that gave her a power to manipulate my emotions that I didn't understand. Maybe I was a pawn in her tiny hands.

But I also realized that I did feel secure with Sun Hee, very secure, and with good reason. After all, here we were -- sharing yet another intense and intimate moment -- even after our painful blow-up the night before. She understood I was sorry, and she was sorry, too. We had moved past it.

What we had was special. The connection we shared. The more vulnerable I felt to Sun Hee the more deeply I felt our connection and the more I felt her love. It was still the best part about her: I felt like I could really open up to her and be honest.

"You're right, Sun Hee," I said. I exhaled long and slow, letting the tension drain from my body. "I did like it. I admit it. I know I reacted poorly, I lashed out at you because I couldn't understand my own emotions. But the truth is what you did last night at the club really excited me."

Sun Hee wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, hugging me from behind. It felt pretty amazing, and I liked feeling safe in her arms. "Thank you for saying that," she breathed. I could feel some of the tension leaving her body as well.
When she pulled back, she was a bit more playful again, slapping my butt. "I still want to hear you say it, though."

"Say what?"

"Tell me what turned you on. I want to hear the words."

"I... I liked..." God, it was still hard to say; it felt so embarrassing to admit some of it. But I pushed myself. "I liked watching you dance with that guy, I really did," I admitted. "And I liked that you got to feel his hard cock against you."

Sun Hee listened carefully, stepping back around so she could study my face. She liked watching. "Go on," she nudged.

"It was... really embarrassing when Jin Sook made that comment about you in front of me. I know I should have defended you. I was just so overwhelmed, it was so humiliating. I... I didn't like that she was judging you, but..." I swallowed. This next part was tough. I wasn't sure how Sun Hee would react. "But it excited me that she made me feel so... emasculated, I guess."

"I see." She looked more curious than upset or jealous. I guess she was learning about me, too, and liked it. "And you like feeling humiliated in front of my friends?" It was more a statement than a question.

"I do," I breathed.

"You need to say it," she insisted.

It was hard, but I steeled myself. "I do. I like... when you humiliate me with your friends."

Sun Hee smiled and patted my cheek, saying, "See, what a good boy." It was embarrassing how good that felt hearing her praise me. She continued, "Doesn't it feel better finally admitting that?"

My face reddened, but I nodded. It did feel better. Still I worried whether this would change how she felt about me -- as a man, as her boyfriend -- but now that I'd said it there was no taking it back. Besides, she seemed to already know.

"I'm going to keep being cruel to you, baby." Sun Hee said it so sweetly. "But know that I'm doing it out of love."

"I know, baby," I assured her.

After a pause, she asked in a quiet voice, "What did you think of when I made you bring my panties to that guy?"

My face turned beat red, but there was no hiding my reaction. The way the chastity cage bounced up and down in front of her made me arousal obvious, so I admitted the truth. "It was the hottest thing I've ever done, baby." The words just tumbled out in a rush -- it was true! It was so crazy what she had had me do.

Sun Hee clearly really liked it, too. Her face spit with a wide, open smile that showed the neat rows of her perfectly white teeth. From the gleam in her eyes, I fancied she was reliving that moment along with me. "Good boy," she said, patting my cheek. "Good boy. Now doesn't that feel better?"

Strangely, it did. It did feel better having things out in the open between us. It was still hard to say it all, and I knew I would continue to struggle saying things out loud. It was hard for me as a guy to speak up for my own desires, especially when they seemed so confusing. Growing up, so many messages taught me to hide and be embarrassed of my feelings, especially if they didn't fit in with being "a man." I felt oddly grateful to Sun Hee for forcing me to open up.

She leaned back against her desk again, more casually now. The smile on her cute little face looked so endearing, the way she gazed up at me through her girlish bangs.

Her hand moved to her chest as if playing absently with the second button of her shirt there at her cleavage, drawing my eyes helplessly. She pretended like it was accidental, but we both knew it wasn't. In fact, knowing she did this intentionally to tease me only heightened the effect. My chest tightened as I ached for her to undo the button.

"I have a confession to make," she said after a pause.

"Oh?" I wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited, and found I was both.

She drew out the pause, seeming to enjoy my uncertainty. She looked so adorable when she smirked at me, and while she was clearly trying to keep a straight face, she burst out laughing. "I had a lot of fun last night," she said. "Not just dancing, with all of it. Especially watching you squirm."

She clapped her hands on either side of my face and looked up at me. "The truth is... Well, I was genuinely disappointed you didn't defend me in front of Jin Sook. I'm still hurt by that. But the truth is I sent you home because... well, because I wanted to see if I could really do that," she said. "And, wow, I did. It was really a charge watching you walk out of there looking all hangdog, baby."

That was interesting. So she had been toying with me? Maybe I should have felt angry, but I wasn't. Instead, I was intrigued and a little impressed.

"I guess I was testing some boundaries last night," she said. "I know you got excited watching me be naughty, and I'm glad to hear you admit that. I get excited watching you. I like seeing the power I seem to have over you, baby."

She glanced down, giving my caged cock a significant look, and laughed. "And I really like seeing your poor little guy struggle in my cage."

I guess I already knew this, but it was exciting to hear her admit things so directly. "So the things you did that night, you did just to tease me?" I asked.

"Well, yes -- but also because it excited me." She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them upward. Had the top button of her white blouse always been open?

"Dancing with that guy?"

Sun Hee nodded, immediately understanding my question. "Yes, darling. I liked it."

"Did you... Did you like feeling his hard cock press against you?" I both feared her answer and craved it.

Sun Hee put both hands on her hips and leaned forward as she answered, peering into my face with a broad smile. "Yes!"

She wanted me to have no doubt about her answer.

"Tell the truth, now," she insisted again. "You like hearing that."

I nodded, feeling the heat in my face. God help me, I did like.

But Sun Hee shifted pace then. She got up from the desk and sauntered over to her bed, neatly made up with her cute little butterfly sheets and fluffy white comforter. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took my hand and pulled me closer so that I was standing over her, my chastity cage almost at eye level.

She reached out and cupped my caged penis in her hands, turning the cage this way and that as she studied my vulnerable manhood. Her mood was more curious than sexual, as though she were examining some strange new specimen in class. She tapped the sensitive strip of my glans that pressed through the vent at the tip of the cage, seeming to enjoy the spongy softness of my penis and the way I twitched and shivered under her touch, and her fingers slipped underneath, too, exploring the aching fullness of my ball sack.

"You know this is mine, don't you?" She tapped her index finger against the tip of my penis while her left hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls.

"Yes." I shifted a little under her grip as, with a slight twist of her wrist, her grip on my balls drew me upwards onto my toes.

Sun Hee looked up and me and smiled. "Who owns your penis?" she demanded.

"You do. You own it," I said, secretly thrilling at being made to say it out loud. Then, consciously now, I added: "Princess."

"Say it again," she insisted.

"You own my cock and balls, Princess," I repeated, feeling this simple truth sinking deeper inside me.

Sun Hee quirked a smile and ran her fingers along the clear plastic of the cage. I felt horny and frustrated,but also very much owned by Sun Hee: my cock, my erections, my orgasms now belonged to her and her alone.

"I like hearing you call me Princess," she said, almost as though she were talking to herself. "I like knowing I have that power over you. I like feeling you submit to me. I knew I would like it, but it's more fun that I expected."

From her perch on the edge of the bed, she crossed her legs and leaned backward. Her short navy blue skirt pulled deliciously up her thigh, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her inner leg, and I found myself wondering if she wore any underwear. She caught my eyes wandering there and smirked. She wanted me to look.

The fact that she sitting now while I stood above her should have restored some of the power to me, after all I towered over her, but the opposite was very much the case. Instead, because she now rested comfortably on her bed while I stood there awkwardly in front of her, I felt even more under her thumb.

She studied me in silence for some time, heightening her sense of control over the situation.

"Maybe I was too hard on you, but you did ask me to be cruel. And, if I'm honest," she said, looking up with her doe eyes. "If I'm honest, I like being cruel to you. I don't know why, I guess it's how I show love."

She looked vulnerable again, and I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. Instead, I just listened, letting her speak.

"I like hearing you say that I own your cock," Sun Hee said. "But I guess what I'm starting to understand myself is that it's not just your penis I want. It's your devotion."

"Baby, you have that. You have my devotion."

"Do I?" She peered up at me with those big, doe eyes, looking vulnerable. It was surprising to see this sudden insecurity from her, but then she was just a young girl, just as inexperienced and overwhelmed by the world as I was. Worse, as a girl she had grown up being shoved around and taken for granted in so many different ways.

"Yes, Sun Hee, I promise." It was a solemn promise I was making, and I intended to keep it.

"Thanks, baby. I love you, too," she said. "I really do... I really love you." Her words were music to my ears.

"I guess what I worry about," she continued, "Is that what will happen to your devotion after I let you cum." She fiddled at her shirt again, drawing my eyes to the tempting plunge of her cleavage. "The truth is, every time I think about letting you cum I find myself making up some kind of excuse not to. Why would I risk losing this by letting you cum?"

Wow. Hearing her talk this way made sense. It was also scary and fascinating.

"You've been locked four days now -- five, actually," she continued. "And I really like the changes that's made in the way you treat me. I know you love me, but with that cage, I can feel the way your attention is focused completely on me. Your total focus. It's palpable."

To prove her point, she popped open the second button of her shirt, exposing still more of the tantalizing curves of her breasts. She saw and felt the visceral effect that had on me. We both did.

Sun Hee giggled a little, looking sheepish. "See?" she said. "I know that's selfish, but I really like it."

Rather than trying to hide the effect her breasts were having on me, I played it up, pushing my cage harder into her hands as she cupped my penis. "You're right, baby," I groaned. "I'm helpless in your control. I think about you constantly. Every time I see you, I feel like a puppy when the owner comes home -- just so happy and full of attention for you."

I even jumped up and down a little mimicking a puppy, so that the lock around the cage clack and clatter. Sun Hee rolled onto her side laughing.

"It's true!" she cried out while giggling. "You're like a little puppy. You're like my little toy." She patted the cage for emphasis. "Even when I neglect you or when I'm alone, I know you are right where I left you." She looked at me more soberly. "That's really important to me," she said.

Hearing her call me her toy was turning me on, and so were her breasts, now mostly on display after she had undone the top two buttons. Without thinking, I reached for them. I wanted to touch her and to kiss her.

But Sun Hee knocked my hands away. "Naughty boy!" she exclaimed indignantly.

We scrambled briefly, I wanted her, but she snatched both my wrists in her hands. "No, no," she scolded. "Behind your back."

I could have resisted, but it was fun to follow her orders. Besides, the cage really was changing the way I thought. She was inside my head now in ways I hadn't expected and didn't fully understand.

"Hands behind your back," she insisted again, and I obeyed.

Sun Hee leaned back with her arms propping her up and wiggled her chest side to side, teasing me with her large, perky tits. Her unbuttoned blouse revealed the generous curves of her lightly golden breasts, breasts I knew were full and firm and delicious to the touch, and the dark blue straps from her jumpsuit skirt further accentuated them. Like suspenders, the blue straps pushed her breasts inward, exaggerating her cleavage, even as her perky tits were too full to be contained and pushed the straps outward.

The effect was nakedly sexual, and just when I didn't think Sun Hee could look any hotter, with a saucy flick of her wrist she popped open yet another button... and then another. Her tits spilled out in their glorious bounty, her nipples visibly hard through the white cotton of her bra.

"You want to see these?" she taunted, shaking them.

"God yes," I begged, finding it extremely difficult to keep my hands behind my back as she had directed.

"You want to touch these?" she asked again, rubbing it in.

Leaning forward, my mouth drooling to taste her and my eyes boggled, I nodded, feeling again like her helpless little puppy. Her toy.

Then suddenly she pulled her blouse closed around her. "Nope," she chirped. "Now, go make me some tea."

I gaped, momentarily confused. "What?"

"Tea," she repeated, as though talking to someone slow. "I want some."

"Yes, Princess."

I hopped up, strangely eager to serve. Over to the side on top of her dresser, Sun Hee had a little water heater and tea set like a good Korean person, and I bustled about self-consciously to make her some tea. It felt a strange but kind of fun serving her -- especially being naked. I kept reminding myself to be careful with the hot water, all the while conscious of the way I was showing her my bare butt and backside.

Before long I had the water boiling and was pouring it into the little ceramic tea cup for my darling Sun Hee. Her cup filled, I started to turn to the second cup when Sun Hee interrupted.

"Did I say you could have some?" she snapped.

The rational part of me knew that she was only acting cold as part of her dominance. Or at least I thought she was. But either way, feeling her snap at me sent a shiver through my body and an urge to snap to obey.

"No, Princess, sorry, Princess," I said and quickly returned the second cup to its place.

Chastened, I shuffled back over to where Sun Hee waited on her bed and offered her the freshly made tea, kneeling as a proffered the cup. She patted my head as she took a sip.

"Putting that cage on you really does give me a lot of power, doesn't it? I'm still learning just how much power it gives me," she said, looking significantly at the way I knelt before her. "I think you are, too."

Sun Hee took another slow sip of her tea and studied me. She bounced my caged cock in her free hand and then pursed her lips as though a new and unexpected thought had struck her. "You are small, you know that right?" Her eyebrows lifted as she said it.

What? The casual comment hit like a surprise blow to the gut. The humiliation burned through me. It was a surreal, almost sublime experience. Heat burned along the edges of my ears and nose, almost as though Sun Hee was holding a flame to my face.

"I..." I wasn't small -- at least, I didn't think I was; I'd always assumed I was average -- but hearing my sweet Sun Hee say this turned me on. The possibility that she really was... disappointed... turned me on.

She bounced my caged cock lightly in her tiny hand. "You like hearing me say that, don't you?"

It was a test. After everything we had just talked through as a couple, she wanted to see if I had taken things to heart.

"Go on," she coaxed. "You can say it."

I screwed up my nerve and took the leap. Still not really knowing if it was true or not, I took a plunge and said it. "Yes, Sun Hee. I like hearing you say I'm small."

Her slow smile became my reward.

Impulsively, I took my submission further. "I like knowing I am too small for you."

Sun Hee bit her lip to suppress a snicker. "That's why you're in this cage, you know."

"Is it? Because... because I'm too small?" I asked, strangely thrilling at the question.

"Well, one of the reasons." She took another sip of her tea as though what she had said was unimportant. Cruelty seemed to come naturally to this Korean girl.

As if to prove my point, what Sun Hee said next was even crueler. "Actually," she said. "That's part of why I sent you home last night... thinking you might disappoint me if I unlocked you."

Ouch! She was just saying that to tease me, right? Studying her face I couldn't tell.

"I confess that Jin Sook and I laughed at how pathetic you looked when I sent you home," she continued. "Maybe that wasn't nice. But the truth is it made me wet doing that to you. And I think it excites you, too, hearing we laughed about you together."

I nodded, blushing furiously. Despite myself, I did like hearing it.

Still, the way Sun Hee kept coming back to that moment at the club made clear there was something more she wanted to talk about.

"And you did hurt my feelings," she continued. "I hope you can understand how sensitive I am about being called a slut. I've gotten called a slut in the past a lot, and it's not fair. Guys can have sex with whoever they want and they get praised for it. If a guy bangs a lot of girls it's a sign of power for him. But if a girl fucks the way she wants to she's branded a slut. It's not fair!"

Listening to Sun Hee, I had to agree she was right. We had talked about this problem often, and I understood the way she struggled with it. Listening to her stories about growing up -- the way teachers and others pushed her around because she was a girl, the way guys got what they wanted from her sexually, and the way she was expected to be submissive -- I could understand why she wanted to be the one in control. I could understand why she longed for sexual independence.

"When I was out there on the dance floor and that other guy started dancing with me, I felt powerful. I knew how much he wanted me, and it was thrilling to be in control of that. I knew how badly he wanted me, and I knew how badly you needed me. I felt like the most powerful girl there. I want that feeling, you know?"

Sun Hee looked at me, her eyes shining wetly. "But then when I heard Jin Sook judging me... it just ruined everything. It was like suddenly being back in Korea being bullied as a slut for sleeping with guys."

In her agitation, Sun Hee had let her blouse fall completely open so that her breasts were on display right in front of me. Or maybe it was on purpose. Her ill-fitting white bra was pushed down, revealing the hard little nubs of her fully erect nipples.

"Why should I have to give up my sexual desires just to please others?" she asked indignantly.

"You shouldn't," I blurted.

"But... but we're together now," Sun Hee said a little wistfully.

"When you locked this cage on me we agreed you had control over my sex, but we said nothing about yours. You are free to make your own choices, Princess." She had had me thinking about this a lot lately. It was scary, but what I said was true.

Sun Hee cocked her head to the side and looked at me funny. After a long pause, she asked, "Are you saying it would be ok if I decided to... maybe date others?"

The last part came out only as a whisper, but I noticed that her breasts thrust forward more and her hands, clutched around the hem of her loose skirt, seemed to pull it higher on her thigh.

I shrugged, feeling more than a little awkward given what we were suddenly talking about. It was important to say it. It was important not to send her mixed signals anymore. "I'm the one who has been locked, not you."
The corners of her mouth quirked in a smile, and Sun Hee looked thoughtful. "Wouldn't you be jealous though?"

Her skirt rose higher still, revealing now that she wore no underwear. The bare lips of her pussy were just barely in view, especially now as she opened her thighs wider.

.

"Yes," I said, my mouth watering. "Very jealous. But also it is your right. I gave up control over my sex to you, but you did not give up control to me. I hope you won't, but I'm saying I recognize I have no say in the matter."

Sun Hee's voice dripped with need, and the scent of her arousal started to fill the room. She liked this. "You realize I have always slept with a guy on the first date? You know I have a high sex drive. You missed your chance only because you were too hesitant."

A trembling stillness fell around the room. Both of us acted almost as if hypnotized. Her thighs parted further, and responding to her unspoken command I leaned forward and nudged my face between her legs. She was wet. Very wet. She wanted this.

"Slut," I murmured fiercely as I licked her, and Sun Hee hissed her approval, a sharp intake of breath that mirrored the way her narrow thighs closed around my ears. Her pussy seemed to drip down onto my tongue.

"I came last night... thinking about it," she moaned. "I touched myself -- " She pulled my mouth deeper between her legs. "I touched myself thinking about how I sent you home blue balled... and thinking about how that guy wanted to fuck me."

Horny but needing air, I pulled back from her grip and came up panting. I wondered how I must have looked to her, naked on my knees with my face smeared with her pussy juices.

Sun Hee held my eyes in silent challenge, then pushed further. "That's what made me cum last night," she said. "How do you feel about that?"

Blushing and overwhelmed, I looked back down at her pussy. The pink lips of her labia were open and wet, maybe more open than usual. Her pussy... looked open. How did I feel about that?

Sun Hee turned her head to the side and smirked. "What? Does that surprise you? You do know I have sexual desires of my own, don't you? Or are you so fixated on your own sexual need that you still don't fully realize that I have a complex inner life of my own?"

I dropped my head in chagrin. How did this girl read me so clearly? It was like she could read my mind.

"Is this a rule then?" Sun Hee asked with surprising intensity. "Does my pussy have a right to be 'open'?"

I could sense she wanted it, which scared me but also sent my pulse racing with an unexpected excitement. This was so wrong, so... taboo. But I couldn't deny the way she had me feeling.

Realizing I still held my breath, my answer came with a long, slow exhale laden with an understanding that things had taken a turn we could never come back from. "...Yes, Princess..."

The corners of Sun Hee's mouth twitched in a smile. In truth, I think she had been expecting this, even guiding me to this. She placed her hand on my thigh and, with surprising soberness, said, "Thank you, baby."

"Are you going to..." I struggled to say it. "Are you going to look for other cock?" I wasn't sure what I wanted her to answer to be, I just knew that I was trembling with sexual anticipation, and that whatever answer she gave, I would submit to it.

"Maybe. We'll see. But it makes me happy to know I can." Sun Hee acted casual, thoughtful. She took another sip of tea as though contemplating future possibilities.

Hungry, I moved to dive back between her legs, but she stopped with with a hand on my shoulder.

"But," she said, stern again. "If I'm truly free to do as I wish, you have to actively support me. That has to be a rule, too." She held her index finger pointing sharply toward the ceiling for emphasis. "That means if Jin Sook calls me a slut again, you have to tell her that you support my behavior, even if that's extremely embarrassing for you."

I nodded, chastened.

"And if a guy expresses interest in me, you have to make clear that you won't stand in his way," she insisted. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, baby," I said, trying hard to embrace the lessons she had taught me today about expressing myself clearly and not sending mixed messages. If I was her toy, I wanted to be a good toy for her. "I understand your rules, and I accept them, Princess."

Sun Hee seemed satisfied with my promises. Relaxing, she placed her teacup carefully beside her and took my caged cock in both hands. She held me between her hands as though weighing me, and then patted my cage the way she would pat a dog.

"Well, wow," she said, exhaling suddenly as though a weight had lifted off her shoulders. "We learned a lot about ourselves today, didn't we?"

That was true, I suppose. I certainly was coming to know Sun Hee better and better with each new day, which was an exciting journey to be on, though this Korean girl was still largely a mystery to me. Stereotypes of Asians have it that they are passive and non-confrontational, I was learning that there was a hard-edgedness to Koreans that was dangerous to overlook. They were a serious people who work hard to get their way. I found it admirable. In Sun Hee, I found it intimidating.

For all her vulnerability, Sun Hee revealed a toughness that taught me she could, indeed, be cruel. The prospect both scared and aroused me. Never before had I met a girl like this -- so sweet and yet also so cruel.

And I definitely discovered things about myself I had never imagined before -- new hidden depths that I hadn't known or acknowledged. Sun Hee continued to draw out a submissiveness in me that I never knew was there. These new possibilities -- desires, even -- that she might start to fuck other men, it was almost as though she was creating those desires in me.

As if reading my thoughts, Sun Hee said, "I know we covered a lot of ground today. And made a some big new rules. Maybe we went a little too fast. So I'm giving you one last chance."

She got up, settling her skirt around her, and crossed the room to her nightstand. There she took out the same small, white cardboard box and the same tiny little key. She came back to sit before me on the bed, and surprised me by quickly reaching out and snapping open the lock. Just the lock though. She left the pink little padlock dangling open in the hasp of my plastic cage. Then, delicately, she placed the key next to her on the clean white comforter.

I listened raptly as she explained, "I know you've learned something about just how cruel I can be. So I give you one last chance to back out. You can remove the lock. You can be free. It will disappoint me, but you can have that chance." She pinned me with the intensity of her large, dark eyes. "Or," she continued. "You can make me happy."

The chastity cage was still every bit affixed to my cock, and it still exerted its inexorable, intractable power to confine my penis and prevent any hint of erection. Yet having the padlocked open generated an astonishingly powerful psychological effect. Freedom was right there, I could feel it -- almost. I could just reach out... remove the lock... and then...

Arrgghh, I ached for it!

But I remain frozen. Sun Hee may be offering me a second chance, but she wasn't playing fair and she knew it. Saying I could "be free" -- or I could "make her happy" -- how could I choose to disappoint my Princess?

As if reading my thoughts, Sun Hee said, "I think you like being locked in chastity. I know it's hard, but you need to admit that."

Was that true?

Sun Hee spoke casually, acting as though her comments were off-hand. "I think you belong in chastity. Really, when I called you over this afternoon, I thought we were going to finally have sex. That was my plan. But talking to you now and hearing your confessions, I think it's better if we don't. I think it's better if you stay locked up."

I couldn't move. I feared what she said. And I feared what she said was true.

"Is that ok, baby?" My Princess peered up at me with her wide, dark eyes, trying to make herself look vulnerable while at the same time squeezing her breasts together.

I wanted her. God, I wanted her.

"You should know what this means. You really need to understand it. If you agree to stay in chastity for me, I won't have sex with you. I might not ever have sex with you. Also, I won't promise to stay faithful to you. You already offered to let me stay open to other guys, and I accepted. That can't change now. Remember, no more mixed signals."

This was too much -- too much. This was crazy. I couldn't agree to this.

"I promise to let you cum soon. But after that, it will be longer. Maybe a lot longer. It will be entirely up to me, no exceptions. And now that you've seen more of the cruel side of me, you need to take seriously just how cruel a Korean girl like me can be."

She kept pushing. She knew her power, and she liked it.

"Is that what you want? Will you stay chaste for me?"

I knew it was what she wanted. I felt my resistance breaking.

"Is that what you want, baby?"

My hands trembled.

"You know it is," she said simply. "And you know why." She patted the side of my head. "It's because you're my toy."

I felt any final resistance and second-guessing crumble, as though my mind was melting.

There wasn't much for me to do, really. I couldn't say no to my Princess. As badly as I wanted to cum, I just couldn't say no. I wanted her to feel proud of me. I understood full well that Sun Hee was guiding my actions here, but I needed to take this journey with her.

I clicked the lock shut again. It was a quick, decisive action, and the snap of the metal lock rang through the bedroom. Then, on impulse, I stood and delicately dropped the key into her teacup where it quickly sank from view.

Sun Hee burst into a wide and eager smile. "Come on up here," she called wildly, pulling me onto the bed. "I want to fuck you."

I was all to hungry to join her. Her use of the word "fuck" baffled me briefly, I had just resealed my lock, knowingly foreclosing on the possibility of sex, so intercourse was no longer possible, but Sun Hee took control and soon put me to rights. She pushed me down onto the bed, her actions greedy and even violent, and she climbed on top of me -- climbed on top of my face.

As I looked up, her pink and wet little pussy was lowering down over my face, her musky scent enveloping me. She looked so gloriously sexy as she climbed up onto me: her tits jutting from her opened blouse, and her pussy visibly throbbing with arousal. But the dark blue of her loose skirt draped around my head as her thighs settled down on either side of my ears, covering me in darkness, and Sun Hee began to ride me.

I licked hungrily, blindly. Her labia pushed against my cheek and lips, her clit sliding wetly against my nostrils. Her juices smeared across my face and even up into my nose. She didn't just let me lick her -- she was fucking me. She was the one in charge.

"I'm going to fuck you, baby," Sun Hee hissed, the tension of desperate arousal cracking her voice. "I'm going to be so cruel to you."

I licked at her blindly, groping in the dark. My hands found their way up to her now naked breasts and clutched at her tits. Sun Hee's hands folded over mine and urged me to squeeze harder. Together we squeezed violently, clawing at her sensitive nipples

She ground her pussy down harder, rubbing her clit against the bridge of my nose in a way that in truth was starting to hurt. I struggled to get air, and to get my tongue on her little hood, but she seemed almost not to care. It felt not so much like I was giving her cunnilingus as that she was fucking my face.

"I'm going to be cruel... so cruel..." Her muffled voice echoed above me in my darkness underneath her skirt.

The wetness, the darkness, the heavy air trapped underneath her skirt, all these assailed me, but Sun Hee either was unaware of my distress or simply didn't care. I was her toy.

She started to cry out, her voice high and urgent. "Yes," she panted. "Yes... yes."

She clutched tighter at my hands, her fingernails digging into my flesh. My own cries were muffled by her flesh. Buried as I was under her dress, she couldn't see me and she didn't care. She cared only for her quickening orgasm.

"Aahhhhggg!" Sun Hee cried out. Her thighs tightened like a vise around me, my ears ached, and my jaw hurt from spreading for her. Her pelvis knocked against me in a way that would bruise tomorrow.

Sun Hee clutched down harder, her body arching and spasming. I felt every tremor of the long, muscular orgasm as it spasmed through her entire body, causing her to squeeze and clench involuntarily against me. She arched and shook as if her entire body had itself become a doll, violently shaken by some larger, unseen hand.

Then she cried out again, long and high and loud, a girlish wail of triumph.

I can only imagine what my Princess was thinking as she used me for her release.

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Jun 8, 2018 in femdom

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