I glanced at the refrigerator and really took in the surroundings. The fridge had several magnets that all had something to do with firefighters. There was a magnet for the fire association, a few different fire hat magnets in yellow, red and black, and what looked to be a ceramic fire truck.
Above the cabinets, large mugs, or steins, lined the kitchen. They either had a large fire association symbol or a fire truck that had number 94 on them. Many said the year on them along with “Station 94.”
On the wall above the window by the kitchen sink, there was a clock that had fire hoses for the hands. The window ledge above the sink was lined with shot glasses that had fire trucks on them.
Clearly, firefighter pride was prevalent here.
Elise came into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out an individual container of yogurt. She went to the pantry and brought out a loaf of bread and set it next to the toaster.
“Do you like yogurt, Andrew?”
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” I replied.
“You may pick out a yogurt cup and resume your place on the floor. Would you like some toast?”
“Yes, Mistress Elise, thank you,” I said as I hurried to the fridge.
I looked over my options and picked out the strawberry banana one. It was also the flavor that she had the most of, so I thought it was a safe selection. With my yogurt cup in hand, I returned to the floor beside her empty chair.
Elise set a plate of toast and two small glasses on the table before she retrieved a container of juice and a butter dish from the fridge. She handed me a spoon before she sat down and began to eat. We ate in silence for a few minutes before she finally spoke.
“Do you like butter on your toast, Andrew?”
“Yes, please, Mistress Elise,” I replied and closed my mouth around the last spoonful of yogurt.
She buttered the toast and handed me a slice, then she went back to eating. Elise looked a little sad as she ate. Lonely, I think. Even though I was right here to keep her company, she wasn’t letting me in yet. I kept telling myself it was temporary, and soon enough, she would let me in. I looked around the kitchen and decided to take a risk and jump start a conversation.
“I like the clock above your sink,” I said and glanced at her when she hadn’t said anything in response.
“Did you eat your toast?” she finally asked flatly.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. Thank you for the toast.”
Avoidance. She still was grieving the loss of her husband, and obviously talking about anything related to him upset her. I was like that too when I lost my mom and brothers. I had my dad and friends to help me get through it. A friend who understood what she was going through would help Elise. I would be that friend.
“Please clear the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Then you may go get one of your books and meet me in the living room. I have an appointment this afternoon to have my hair done and plan to read until then,” Elise said as she walked out of the kitchen.
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” I acknowledged.
I quickly took care of putting the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaning out the crumbs from the bottom of the toaster. When I hurried through the living room, Elise was already lounging on the couch with a blanket and a book. I grabbed one of the novels that my brothers gave me and returned to the living room.
Elise set her book down when I entered the living room and motioned for me to come closer. From the couch cushion next to her, she picked up a cock cage that appeared to be made of silver metal rings. Just the sight of it in her hands made me begin to harden. My heartbeat began to pick up when she opened it. She reached out and took hold of my cock and pulled me closer by my shaft. I instantly felt like a dirty man that needed punishment, and I had only hoped that she would—
“Playthings must remain in cock cages. If I want to see your cock hard, I’ll remove it from the cage. I don’t want to see you roaming around with an out of control erection all of the time,” she explained.
Music to my ears.
I hid my smile as she pulled my dick head through the open bottom. Like the clear acrylic one, this metal one also had an opening at the end for my head to poke through.
“Once you can show me that you won’t make a mess in the bathroom, we can try some other cages. I have several that have closed up ends,” Elise said as she snapped the cage shut around my shaft.
The idea of being at someone else’s mercy for a basic bodily function was exciting. I could feel myself begin to swell against the metal rings of the cock cage. Being talked to as if I wasn’t capable of not pissing on the floor was exhilarating. I knew it was hard for many people to grasp this concept, but James had told me that sometimes you can’t control what you are drawn to.
“Yes, Mistress. I won’t make a mess in the bathroom. I will show you that I can behave and keep the area clean.”
“We’ll see.” Elise sat back against the cushion and picked her paperback up again. She patted the front of the cushion that her legs were resting on. “You may sit here and read.”
I stared at the spot on the floor, and before I sat down, I glanced at the fireplace and then at the blanket she had wrapped around her.
