I met him on tinder. It’s where I go to slut around. And usually, I go on looking to be an oral sub. Get my mouth used. My pictures are of me in lingerie, me on my knees, and my open mouth.

So about a week ago this one guy I matched with asked if he could take care of me after I get used. I’d never had that before so I asked what his deal was, and he told me he was submissive and thought his role in life was to support a slutty woman.

We met up and he was fun and completely... I dunno. Normal. Like every guy, he likes dumb stuff, Tarantino movies and IPAs, we played pinball and he smelled good next to me, and I almost forgot about all the sub stuff until we got back to his place and he asked if I wanted to see his cock cage collection.

I love cock cages. I think they are brutally beautiful, especially the steel ones, and I had a bf that had me play with them, but he never quite had one that fit him right. All of my tinder date’s were custom. He said he’d spent thousands on them. One of them was steel and so reflective that I could see myself in it. He told me he’d gone in person to get his cock measured for it.

We made out for a while on his bed and soon we were naked and I guess I was expecting him to be small cocked - that’s the trope, right? But he was decent, definitely above average, and thick. I asked him if he wanted to put it in a cage and his eyes lit up. Practically ran to get ice for his hard and leaking cock.

While I watched him fit his cage on (he chose a steel tube), I played with my pussy. He had me close the lock and put the key on the nightstand, and then I had him watch me make myself cum. We slept together that night and I spooned him so that his cold cage didn’t touch me.

The next morning I said we should free his cock... to clean it. And put it in a cage he could wear long term. His eyes got wide and he offered me his key.

“But you only barely know me,” I said.

“It... makes it even hotter.”

And I get it, also. Tinder sucks. There are so many people that ghost you for no good reason. And I think he bets that if someone takes his key, they’re intrigued enough to see him again. And he was right! I did hope that he had a copy of the key somewhere for emergencies, but it was hotter not to say anything. I saw him that night and he was sooooo cuddly. He rubbed my feet while we watched those Fyre Fest docs on Netflix and Hulu and then he watched me make myself cum again (eventually I’ll teach him how I like my pussy licked, but I like that he hasn’t touched me there yet). Sometimes I’d reach over and heft his cage and say “This is mine. You gave a stranger your cock.”

This week has been so fun. I send him porn all day. When we get together I take his cock out of the cage to wash it, and he holds me while I slut around on Tinder. He’s been keeping tally of how many times I’ve cum since we’ve met and apparently I’m at 20. Of course he’s at zero.

I wonder if he traffics this site.

Every woman should find themselves a man like this.

 

Story by r/alwayssowet via Reddit