A Friendly Game

The cafe was bright with afternoon sun at ten 'til two in the afternoon, between the lunch and dinner rushes. Diego had chosen a long-sleeved polo shirt and nice pair of jeans, unsure of what to expect but nervously excited. Ms. Carson had responded curtly to his text, just sending him a day, place and time. He had instinctively understood that there was no negotiating. If he wanted to see her, he'd be there.

He sat down in the entryway on the bench designed for diners to wait at peak times, but the place was empty. Five minutes passed. He'd arrived early not just out of habit, but he didn't dare to be late for his unusual date.

He saw her approaching through the glass-paned door. She was stunning in a form-fitted green dress, tan heels and gold scarf. A puffy cream coat was hanging over her arm. She'd chosen not to put it on, wanting to be sure he'd have an instant reaction upon seeing her well-cared-for figure. When they'd met, she'd been wearing a bulky sweater. Today, she was overdressed for the simple restaurant, clearly for him.

His dick hardened immediately, making him blush as he stood and held the door for her. She rewarded him with a wide smile and handed him the coat. "Thank you, Diego," she said, then in a softer voice so only he could hear, "Good boy."

He wasn't sure if he should say "Thank you" or "You're welcome," and since he was completely tongue-tied, decided to say nothing. The hostess asked if they'd like a table or booth and Ms. Carson pointed to a booth by the window. "Could we sit there, please?"

The woman led them across the room and put paper placemats, silverware, and large plastic menus in front of them. A waitress immediately came and set water glasses down while asking for their drink order. Before Diego could speak, Ms. Carson had asked for two hot teas with lemon and sent the waitress on her way. Diego just stared at his companion in awe and surprise.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She clearly was not. "Would you prefer soda?" He never drank tea, hot or cold. But he shook his head, mesmerized by the simple way she took control. It reminded him of the feeling he'd had as she easily bent him over her knee just a few nights before. Not trusting himself to say anything, he sat in an awkward, aroused silence until the hot drinks arrived.

He had no idea what Ms. Carson had in store. Daisy, for her part, was enjoying watching him squirm and fidget with his fork. She directed him to squeeze lemon into the beverages and place hers directly in front of her. She wrapped her hands around the warm mug and raised it to her lips, giving him what was becoming a familiar gaze over the rim. She lifted her glasses and rested them on her head, squinting at him a little, which only made him more nervous. He made no effort to touch his drink, afraid he'd spill its contents with his unsteady hands.

"You aren't a vegetarian, are you, Diego?" she inquired.

"No, Ma'am," he managed to answer and she nodded to the waitress who was hovering nearby.

"Two bowls of your famous chili, please, with all the works on the side."

The waitress disappeared and they were left alone in the empty dining room.

"I've been thinking a lot about our little situation, Diego." She was looking directly at him and he furrowed his brows ever so slightly. "You said you'd need to process everything that happened at my house the other day. Have you had time to do that?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I...I've thought about it a lot, too," he stuttered a little as his heart pounded. Her effect on him was unnerving.

"And did you come to any conclusions?" She patiently waited for him to find the words to reply.

"I've never met anyone like you, Ms. Carson."

She smiled at this answer. "I'm glad I've made an impression. Speaking of which, how is that cute butt of yours holding up?"

His face might as well have been tattooed red in her presence. "It's still a little sore, Ma'am."

"So you thought of me often the last few days when you felt the reminder I left?"

"You are all I've thought about the last few days!" he exclaimed earnestly, and she didn't doubt it.

"What did you think? I'd like to know."

Now the words came tumbling out. "You are so beautiful and experienced, I don't know why you'd want to give my sorry ass the pounding that it needed or why you wanted to see me again. I know there's the issue of the broken window, but honestly it feels like there's something more. I would do almost anything you asked me to, which scares AND excites me more than I know what to do with."

"Very good, Diego. I like that you can be open with me." She took another sip of tea. "Did you think the spanking was fair?"

"Yes."

She knew there was more and gently coaxed him to continue. "What else about the spanking?"

"I don't understand. It hurt like hell. But..."

"But what, Diego?" she was going to force him to admit it.

"But I liked it. No, I LOVED it. You surely knew how my body reacted..."

"Yes, you soiled my pillow," she stated.

"You weren't mad?"

"I was mad you broke my window."

"But I... I came while you were spanking me." He thought he was going to die of embarrassment as he heard those words coming out of his mouth.

"Should I be mad about that?"

"I don't know." He groaned softly.

"Diego, look at me." His eyes had shifted from hers with the intensity of the conversation. She lowered her glasses back down to rest on the bridge of her nose, softening her gaze. He looked up shyly. "What happened was a natural reaction. I'm not mad. But, I think you should learn to control how you react. To me." Something fierce flashed in her eyes. "FOR me."

His head was spinning. "How...?"

Just then the bowls of thick steaming stew arrived. Two plates followed loaded with shredded cheese, grated onions, sour cream, cilantro, avocado, tortilla chips: the works.

"Anything else?" the waitress asked.

"No, thank you, this is perfect. Just a little privacy if you don't mind. We have some important things to discuss." The girl seemed happy to leave them alone and enjoy being off her feet for a little while, as they were the only two guests in the place at the off-hour.

Daisy's coat was folded on the vinyl seat next to Diego. "In the pocket of my coat you'll find a little pouch," she told him. He looked at her, confused. "Go ahead, dear. Dig around in my coat until you find it."

The command gave him something to do with his hands momentarily, for which he was grateful. He found the small black velvet bag that was tied shut and set it in the middle of the table between their two bowls, unsure what she wanted next.

"Diego, we met as a result of a little game, did we not?"

"Yes, Ma'am, that is true."

"I'm going to go so far as to guess that you like games."

"I do, Ma'am."

"I'd like for you to play a little game with me."

She could tell he had no idea what was coming. She felt electricity surge through her knowing how she was about to turn his world upside down, even more than the punishment of the other day. He was adorable, the expression on his face of trying to understand, of wanting to be good for her, of being afraid of her. She wanted to devour him all at once, but intentionally took her time.

"In that pouch you will find a toy I purchased just for you. Have you ever heard of a cock cage, Diego?"

He made an audible sound of shock which answered her question.

"I want you to go to the bathroom and put it on. There are instructions. You'll have to relax enough to do so. It may be a little difficult. But you told me you were tough. And, don't forget, you are still paying me back for the window." She winked.

She watched him slide out of the seat and knew from the bulge in his pants that he was going to struggle. When he finally returned, his face a deeper shade of crimson than she'd imagined possible, she asked, "Did you do as requested?"

He nodded.

"Mmmmmmmmm," a low sound came from her throat. "That's a very good boy."

He shifted uncomfortably as his cock struggled against its new unfamiliar restraint.

"Where is the key?" She asked. He pulled it from the pouch. "Set it right in the middle of the table, where we both can see it."

Although the "click" sound it made as he set it down was tiny, what it represented was huge. She knew this and giggled in delight. "Repeat after me...My cock is caged for you, Ms. Carson."

He hesitated, looking around the room to see if the waitress was nearby. But Daisy slammed her palm down on the table, making the little key jump.

"Did I say to look around first?"

"No, Ma'am," he replied, startled. "I just..."

"I know what you "just" and you need to trust me. I'm watching the room. You "just" do as I say, young man," she said in a low but firm tone.

He couldn't explain it but being chastised by her intensified the struggle his dick was having with the cage, which he now had to acknowledge out loud for her. "My cock is caged for you, Ms. Carson."

Daisy hadn't had a dick obediently restrained for her in quite some time. Her face lit up at the statement. "THAT, my dear Diego, is wonderful."

Then she abruptly changed the subject.

"Do you have a girlfriend at school? Roommates?"

"A roommate, yes. Girlfriend, no."

"A handsome guy like you and no girlfriend?"

He guffawed at the compliment. "I'm a nerd, Ma'am. Girls are interested in athletic boys...or rich ones."

"Some ladies like smart boys, you should know. *I* do. Now, eat your chili. It's getting cold."

He obeyed and she quizzed him about all aspects of his life, including his sexuality. He was starting to feel more comfortable with her, even almost forgetting about the predicament of his dick as he relaxed, except the key was a visible reminder.

When both of their bowls were empty, she stacked all the dishes neatly and set them to the side. They both fell silent and the key loomed large between them.

"Your punishment, should you choose to accept it, will conclude with three days of wearing the cage."

The young man was taking this in, unsure what to think. In her barrage of questioning she'd already learned that he masturbated at least daily, if not more than once a day. The last time he'd gone more than a day without touching himself had been when he'd had the flu his junior year of high school.

She clearly wanted him to suffer.

She saw the look on his face. "Yes, it will be difficult, but it is supposed to be punishment."

"Can I opt for another spanking?" he asked.

She laughed. "Nope, not now that we know you actually liked it."

She could see he was thinking hard. She made no move to rush him. She was beginning to think he'd say no. That would have been okay, of course. But it would have ended the game.

He felt overwhelmed. Before the stupid hockey match, he'd just been plodding along innocently, acing his classes, going to the gym, playing video games. Suddenly there was a whole strange world that terrified him...and made his poor, excited dick push against the limits of its new prison.

"I'll try," he finally said in barely more than a whisper. "I want to take the punishment you think I deserve."

"I'm so proud of you," she said, and he felt happy to hear that.

She took off her scarf and beneath it was a silver chain. "Can you help me with this?" She asked, turning in the booth so her back was facing out and lifting up her thick chestnut hair. His instinct was to check the room to see if anyone noticed the strange gesture, but he consciously ignored the urge and instead slid out of his spot and stood behind her.

He'd never helped a woman take off a necklace before. It felt incredibly intimate for the public place. The curve of her neck looked delicate, and breathtaking, and his hands trembled to touch her. He noticed her hair smelled of roses and lavender, reminding him of her physical closeness after the spanking the other day. His mind was running in circles as his big fingers fumbled with the tiny clasp, but he finally managed to open it.

"What do I do now?" he asked, both ends of the chain in his hands.

"I want you to put the key on it."

He carefully lifted it up and around her face. She turned her head to see him pick up the key from the center of the table and string it onto the piece of jewelry.

"And now?"

"Now it goes back around my neck."

It dawned on him what was happening in that moment. It hadn't occurred to him that he wouldn't be taking the whole pouch, key included, home with him.

He slowly returned the necklace to its place, a little more adept with the hook this time.

He sat down and she could see the worried look on his face.

"We can't trust a horny college kid with the key to his own cage, now, can we?" she squinted at him with amusement.

"Listen, Diego, if at ANY moment you change your mind, I will be there right away. I promise. I'll leave my ringer on the whole time. The key will be here, with me, at every moment of every day."

She lifted her left hand to touch the key with her index and middle fingers, but it wasn't lost on him that her palm was covering her heart. "You may find it hard to believe, but I'll be thinking of you as much as you'll be thinking of your trapped cock."

He wasn't entirely sure he believed that. "Even in the middle of the night?" He was probably not going to get any sleep in the next three days.

"ESPECIALLY in the middle of the night," she reassured him.

He nodded. "But I go back to school on Sunday."

"I will be sure to return the key to you by then. You do know where I live, also, Diego. You can stop by anytime. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Remember, it's just a game and you can end it at any time."

"Yes, Ma'am. I understand. I'll wear the cage for you and I'll do my best to last three whole days." Weakly trying to get her to change her mind, he added, "I still think another spanking would be more fitting."

She laughed. "Let's get out of here."

She threw $40 cash on the table and had him help her with her coat. He savored her unique scent and enjoyed another glimpse of her ass in the dress as she turned her back to him and let him guide her arms into the warm garment.

She tucked his hand into the crook of her elbow and led him to her car, a sporty blue Honda Civic. It suited her.

She pointed to his beat-up Buick, the only other vehicle in the lot. "That's yours?"

He grinned now, proud of his old jalopy. "Yep. Drives like a dream. Maybe we should trade sometime."

She laughed and sat in the driver's seat. "Maybe we will sometime. Do you know how to drive a standard?"

He'd learned to drive on his dad's old three-in-the-tree work van. He felt his dick struggle in the cage again as he thought how sexy it would be to ride with Ms. Carson, driving her Civic like a little racecar. "Yes! I love to drive."

"See you Sunday, Diego."

"Good-bye, Ms. Carson." He gently closed her car door and watched her back out and then drive away.

Once again, Diego lowered himself into the Buick, wincing at a new sensation gifted him by Ms. Carson.