Offering Your Submission - Part 5

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 Sarah's fingers entwine with yours as the Ferris wheel slowly spins, bringing your cozy car towards the very top. The chaos of the county fair fades the higher you go and the lights turn into a remarkably beautiful - and damn near romantic - display as she leans over and kisses you on the cheek.

"I'm impressed," she says softly.

The Ferris wheel comes to a stop with the two of you at the very top. The car sways gently and your stomach lurches for a moment as your fear of heights kicks in. You turn to Sarah and let yourself sink into her overwhelming beauty. Her cheeks are red from the cool autumn air - which feels colder at the top of the Ferris wheel - and she smiles sweetly.

Without thinking you lean in to kiss her. She tilts her head and your lips meet hers. You want to slip your tongue into her mouth, but it feels wrong. You're her submissive, after all. It's a beautiful kiss. It's slow and soft and tender. It's romantic, too. Your cock - which hasn't been released from its cage in more than a week - stirs in its prison and you unleash a gentle groan at the ache between your legs.

"That was a good kiss," Sarah says as she reaches up to caress your face. Your lips remain close. You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. She leans in again. Her lips part and meet yours. Her tongue slips into your mouth. Her hand moves to your thigh and inches towards your crotch. Her tongue moves deeper into your mouth as she finds your cage and teases you through your jeans.

"That was a very, very good kiss," you say when she pulls away. You feel your caged cock leaking into your underwear. Your body hums with desire. You feel that desire whenever you're with Sarah. You love feeling that desire.

"You did a good job planning this date."

You haven't been to the county fair since you were much younger, but it's a classic date location and you took a chance that Sarah would enjoy it. Thankfully, you were right. She enjoyed it more than you thought she would, in fact.

You figured you'd skip over perusing the prize cows, pigs, and rabbits, but Sarah was all for it. She even enjoyed walking through the produce tents where farmers showed off their crops.

You had fried food and beer, you watched pigs race around a hay-strewn track, and you talked in greater depth about your lives than you had during any of your previous meetings. It was a date in every way and outside of the fact that your cock was locked in a cage that Sarah had the key to, there was no domination on her part. On that night, she was your girlfriend.

That's why the carnival part of the fair was so much fun. You went on rides together. You played those terrible booth games together. You won a stuffed bear for her and she gave you a kiss on the cheek when you did, which made you feel like a teenager again.

Then she suggested a ride on the Ferris wheel. You were a little nervous because of the heights and because you're not the most trusting of rides that are part of the county fair - they just don't seem that safe - but you couldn't resist the chance to do whatever Sarah wanted.

"I signed up for cooking classes," you say as the Ferris wheel lurches to life once more.

She smiles and caresses your leg. "Yeah? You did that for me?"

You nod. "I like the idea of being able to cook, and I really like the idea of being able to make really good food for you."

"Yeah?" she asks with a smile.

You nod again. You want to kiss her so badly. The Ferris wheel comes to a stop and you lean over. She closes her eyes a moment before your lips meet hers. She offers her tongue almost instantly and you moan.

To your great surprise, she takes your hand and guides it to her breasts. They feel incredible through the soft sweater she has on. You kiss Sarah and play with her breasts until the Ferris wheel starts up again and when you pull away your cock is throbbing to the point of pain. It's a pain you've come to enjoy, though, as it symbolizes Sarah's control over you.

"I'm so turned on," you say.

Sarah laughs and you feel a little embarrassed. She leans over and kisses you on the cheek, though, and gives your hand a quick squeeze. "So am I," she whispers. "And you're going to make me cum multiple times tonight. I'm thinking I'll sit on your face and smother you with my pussy. Maybe I'll let you eat my ass, too. Maybe I'll even let you fuck me with a toy, all while your cock stays in its little cage."

Now you're more turned on. "I'd like that."

Eventually your time on the Ferris wheel comes to an end. You and Sarah get off and you take her hand. You're back in the chaos of the ground level portion of the fair, but it feels like the rest of the world has largely disappeared and that it's just you and Sarah.

Then you see Marie, your ex-girlfriend. The one you thought you'd be with for the rest of your life. The one who cheated on you before you ever got a chance to propose to her. The one that broke your heart.

She's with a guy. They're holding hands. She looks like she's happy, though you know you can't really tell if someone is happy from just a few seconds of looking at her from afar.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asks.

"That's my ex," you reply. "I was in love with her. She cheated on me." Your summary is succinct but accurate. Sarah squeezes your hand and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek.

"You're better off without her," she says softly. "With me. I'll take better care of you than she ever did."

Her words are perfect. They fill you with happiness and with a sense of warmth that feels an awful lot like love. It's too early for that, of course, but you know that feeling, you know it's developing, you know that Sarah has already won your heart despite the unusual nature of your relationship (or perhaps because of it).

It's while Sarah's kissing your cheek that Marie sees you. She's closer now. She stops in her tracks. You can see her face. She spends more time looking at Sarah than at you and you're quite certain you see a touch of jealousy. That makes you happy. Very, very happy.

Sarah takes your hand and walks towards Marie, who suddenly looks a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, Marie," you say as you approach.

"Hey," she replies before glancing at Sarah.

"This is Sarah," you say.

She smiles and extends her hand. "His girlfriend," she says.

Marie looks uncomfortable as she and Sarah shake hands. She seems jealous. It's petty, but you love it because you know that the jealousy is almost entirely related to how good-looking Sarah is and how well put together she seems.

After a few seconds of awkward silence Sarah turns to Marie's date and asks, "And who's this?"

"Oh, sorry, this is Dale," she replies.

You and Sarah both shake his hand, though he looks oddly uncomfortable with the whole situation. For a split second you consider trying to draw out the moment as much as possible, but while you have no fond feelings for Marie, you're not in the mood to be cruel to her.

"Well, it was good to see you, Marie," you say.

She nods, looks at Sarah once more, and replies, "Yeah, you too."

You take Sarah's hand and walk away. You feel as though you're floating on cloud nine.

"Thank you, Sarah," you say.

"For what?" she asks, though you can see the knowing smile on her face.

"For being amazing, I guess. For being so beautiful and sexy that my ex-girlfriend seemed to be totally overcome by jealousy and insecurity," you say. "You really are incredible."

"I have to admit, that felt good," she replies. "I've not actually gotten to be the upgraded girlfriend before, but I definitely felt like it in the moment."

The upgraded girlfriend. That's exactly what Sarah is. She's better looking, more successful, and far more put together than Marie is. That's why your ex-girlfriend seemed to struggle so much upon meeting Sarah.

You do a few more rides, play a few more games - and win another stuffed toy - and then head out to the car. You're still buzzing with joy as you open the passenger door and gesture for Sarah to get in.

She instead pulls you close for a kiss. Your tongues mingle and you slip a hand under her sweater and run your fingers over the small of her back. She moans so you move your fingers up her back. She moans again so you make the bold decision to play with her tits. Her bra feels soft and the material feels impossibly thin. Your cock aches in its cage as you fondle your girlfriend in a parking lot. You feel young and horny and eager to do anything to please her. You'd eat her pussy right there if it's what she wanted.

Your hand is still up her sweater as Sarah leans against the car, smiles, and asks, "What would your ex think if she knew that I kept your cock locked in a tight little cage?"

You groan. "I don't know. I think...I think she might laugh at me, though."

Sarah moans. "I think you're right. I think most women would laugh at you if they knew. You like that I keep your cock in a little cage though, don't you? You like that I'm in control, that I get to decide when you get a boner, when you feel pleasure, when you have an orgasm, don't you?"

You nod and lean in. You kiss her neck and play with her tits. You press your crotch against hers and grind. You feel pleasure as your cock throbs in the cage she keeps it in.

"What would Marie think if she knew that I was going to take you home and sit on your face while denying your cock the pleasure it craves?"

"I...I think she'd laugh...I think she'd think it was pathetic."

Sarah smiles at you. "You know it's not pathetic though, right? You know that it makes you strong to be able to submit. You know that it's beautiful to offer your cock to me, to give me control of it, to do it because you know it turns me on to be the one that gets to decide whether or not you experience the sexual satisfaction that all men crave."

You kiss her neck. Her skin is soft and cool and you want nothing more than to fuck her in that moment. You like that she gets to decide, though. You like that she's in control. You like that she might never let you fuck her and that if she does, she's going to make you work awfully hard for it.

"I know," you say.

"Take me home. I need to cum many, many times and I want to get started on that."

"It would be my pleasure."

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Sarah is riding your face - and in a rather vigorous manner that has left your chin and cheeks slick with her juices - when your phone dings on her nightstand. She stops, leans over, and picks it up.

"Your ex is texting you," she says with a smile.

Sarah slides back, points your phone at your face to unlock it, and then drops her pussy onto your mouth once more.

"I didn't say you could stop eating my pussy."

You put your tongue to work on her clit while she reads the text Marie sent you. You feel nervous, though you know there's no reason to feel that way. It's not like Marie is going to reveal some sort of secret about you that you don't want Sarah to know.

"She says it was really good to see you and that you looked really good. She wants to get together for coffee."

You've never had an ex-girlfriend do this before. You've felt the kind of jealousy and insecurity that Marie is probably feeling right now, but you're not sure it's ever gone the other way. You like it.

"I think she wants you back," Sarah says with a smile. She begins to ride your face a little more vigorously and you can see that she's typing out a reply. She sends it and then turns the phone around so you can read it.

"He can't reply at the moment. He's too busy tending to my pussy with his exceptionally talented tongue. He's going to spend a good portion of the night using his tongue to make me feel good, so I'm not sure when he'll be able to text you back. I wouldn't hold your breath, though. You blew it. He's mine now. He's mine in more ways than you can imagine, so fuck off."

Your eyes go wide. You can't say a word - you're being smothered by her pussy - but you're turned on. You like that she's possessive of you. You like that she's more than happy to go at your ex-girlfriend. You like that intends on putting your tongue to use for a good portion of the evening.

Sarah sets your phone down, closes her eyes, and rides your face until she cums. Her thighs tremble hard and she moans louder than usual. Her pussy tastes wondrous and her juices coat your face in a manner that thrills you.

She climbs off of your face and rolls onto her back next to you. You turn and watch her chest rise and fall for a handful of seconds. She then rolls towards you and presses her beautiful naked body against yours.

"I hope you don't mind that I messaged her back," she says.

"Not at all. I like that you did. I like that you told her I was yours. I like that I get to be yours."

"I think there's a good chance I'm going to keep you around for a long time," she whispers. "Especially if you continue to prove that you're a good submissive and that my pleasure and happiness is what matters most to you."

"It is," you reply. "It's all that matters to me."

"Yeah?"

She kisses your neck and you moan. "Making you happy is what makes me happy."

"Like a true submissive."

She's right. That's what you are. Maybe that's what you've always been. You just didn't have the right woman in your life. You didn't have someone to submit to. You have her now, though.

"What if I instructed you to inform your ex-girlfriend that I'm your domme, that I keep your cock in a cage, that I very rarely let you cum, that I am slowly taking ownership of you? What would you do?"

You feel your chest tighten a little at the thought, though you're not sure why. You had no trouble telling the girl at the sex toy shop that you were in a kink relationship. Still, the idea of making that sort of confession to Marie feels dangerous, in no small part because she'd likely share the details with your friends.

"I'd do it," you say. "It would be hard for me - and a little scary, I think - but I'd do it. I...I just don't want to disappoint you."

Sarah kisses you. Her tongue slips into your mouth as she cups your caged cock in her hand. She plays with your balls. She teases you. Then she mounts you. She sits across your crotch. She takes your caged cock in her pussy. The pleasure is instantaneous and you moan loudly. She arches her back and begins to ride your caged dick.

"Mmm, I could absolutely cum like this," she says. "With your cock inside me. With your little locked up cock in my tight, wet pussy."

She plays with her tits as she rides you. She moans in that intensely seductive manner. She rides you slowly and you feel an intense kind of pleasure building up between your legs.

"I guess a caged cock isn't entirely useless, is it?" Sarah asks as she puts her hands on your chest and looks down at you. "Your little locked up dick can be a lovely sex toy."

It turns you on every time she refers to your caged cock as 'little.' You're not entirely sure why – after all, your erect cock is a little bit above average in size - but it provides a unique thrill that makes you tingle in all the right places.

"Should I cum on your dick?" she asks.

"Yes, please."

She leans down and kisses your neck. She moans softly. She rides you like she'd do if your cock was hard and inside her. It's not, though, and that puts you in a submissive headspace that actually deepens the pleasure of this particular form of sex.

"That feels so good," you say.

"You deserve to feel good," she replies with a moan. "You don't deserve to fuck me - not yet, at least - but you deserve to feel good, baby. You deserve to feel good while you make me feel good, while you tend to my pussy, while your locked up little dick gets me off."

Sarah cums while her tongue is in your mouth. She moans. Her tongue dances with yours. She runs her fingers through your hair and grabs a handful of it. She slows her riding and you feel her legs trembling once more. That's two orgasms you've given her tonight and both have been utterly blissful.

She rests her body on top of yours after her climax. She breathes softly and kisses you every now and then. You could stay like that all night as her breasts feel perfect against your chest and you get to run your hands down her back and over her ass cheeks whenever you want. It's absolute bliss.

Eventually, Sarah sits up and climbs off of you. She grabs your phone, rolls onto her stomach, and again uses your face to unlock it.

"The code is 2425," you say.

She smiles sweetly. She likes that you trust her enough to give her access to your phone whenever she wants it.

"Thank you," Sarah says. "Now why don't you eat my ass while I text your ex-girlfriend."

Your cock twitches with desire at being ordered to lick her asshole. You move between her legs, spread her cheeks, and press your face between them. You kiss it. You kiss the area all around it. You lick gently. You worship her asshole while she texts Marie. You wonder if she's actually going to send you out to coffee with your ex and make you confess that you're a submissive and that your girlfriend has your cock locked in a cage.

"You know, I never thought I'd be the kind of girl that enjoys having her ass licked," she says while looking over her shoulder. "I like it when you're doing it, though."

"I like doing it," you reply before returning to worshiping her asshole.

"Would you do it if it was sweaty back there? If I'd just gotten back from a workout?"

"Yes."

That seems to turn her on, at least based on the look on her face. She returns to looking at your phone. You see her fingers moving. She must still be texting. You can't help but wonder what she's telling Marie. You know better than to ask, though.

Eventually Sarah sets her phone aside and reaches down to play with her pussy. She moans and says, "You have a date with your ex. I texted her as you. I apologized. I told her that you'd love to meet for coffee. You'll be seeing her in two days."

Your heart is pumping now. You're turned on from the ass worship and the sound of Sarah's masturbation, but you're also quite nervous about whatever she has planned for your meeting with Marie.

"I think she's going to try and seduce you," she says while masturbating. "She kept saying how good you looked. I think she likes the idea of convincing you to fuck her. I think she wants to try and take you from me."

You're not sure why, but Sarah seems genuinely aroused at the idea.

"I want you to let her," she says. "I want you to let her try and work her magic. Make her work for it a bit, of course, but let her think you're willing to be seduced. Let her touch you. Let her kiss you. Let her try and suck your dick."

Suddenly her plan is quite clear. You are going to confess that you’re a caged submissive, you're just going to do it in an indirect manner. Marie's going to discover the cage when she tries to suck your cock, at least if Sarah is right about your ex-girlfriend's intentions.

She cums while masturbating. She cums while you're eating her ass. She cums hard, too. It's her third orgasm of the night and it certainly feels like she's just getting started.

After her orgasm, Sarah crawls forward and rolls onto her back. She looks down at you and smiles.

"I bought a strapon," she says.

Your eyes go wide as you feel a touch of panic.

She laughs. "Don't worry. I'm not going to fuck you. You're going to fuck me. You'll find it in the closet. Go put it on."

You feel a genuine sense of relief as you back out of the bed and head for her closet. You find the strapon harness. You find the toy - a rather large and remarkably lifelike cock-shaped dildo - and you slip it through the opening in the harness and pull the whole apparatus up your legs.

Just like that you're wielding a long, thick cock. You step back into the bedroom and Sarah sits up, stares at the cock, and smiles.

"Mmm, you look good. If your dick was that big when it's hard I might have let you fuck me already."

The comment makes you weak in the knees, though you're not sure why. You don't have a small cock and yet there's pleasure in her pointing out that the dildo is superior to you.

"Come here and fuck me," she says.

You head for the bed. You crawl towards her as she plays with her pussy.

"I've cum three times and I'm still so turned. Fuck...I love denying you."

"I love it too," you reply.

You kiss as Sarah rubs the head of the dildo over her pussy lips. She takes it inside her and you push slowly. She moans into your mouth. It feels strangely pleasurable to fuck her without feeling even a hint of stimulation. It feels good to be denied.

It feels good to submit. It feels good to be her boyfriend, to feel that intimacy and closeness and to add the beautiful pleasure of submission on top of it. You want more. You want to be better for her. You want to be perfect for her. You want to do whatever it takes to make Sarah happy.

You're a good submissive.