Cindy went upstairs. Gene sat on the couch with his empty beer, waiting for his erection to subside. It was simple; all he had to do was not think about his trip to the grocery store, Cindy’s bare pussy driving down the road, her nude dance in the kitchen, or her new rules for imprisonment. To keep his mind away from Cindy, he focused on what he needed to do for ten minutes to get ready for taxes. It worked; the cage magically loosened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He still felt horny, but he wasn’t hard. It was as if he was no longer in the cage. He could feel his penis just hanging free and loose in the tube. Where the tube touched his penis, it was smooth and warm, and almost comforting. With his penis not pushing on the cage, the ring around his balls seemed looser, and he felt the piercings slide up the tube walls as his penis shrunk. It felt so good compared to the last few hours. He was just hanging out on the couch. He sighed long and felt the tension start draining from his body. He was in control.
He looked around the room, believing momentarily that his fantasy could play out as it did in his head. It was clear to him that Cindy was doing her best, although he realized that there was an exhibitionist living inside of her that she had never shown before. He got up and headed for the kitchen, wondering if he wanted another beer. And there it was, the dice on the table's edge with the six dots still staring back at him. He wondered if it had gone off the table, maybe a one would have looked back at him from the floor. A one averaged with a four would have meant he only needed to give Cindy two orgasms a day instead of five. Once in the morning when he got up and again at bedtime. He could do that, a piece of cake. His mind briefly imagined his head between her smooth white thighs. The cage started to tighten slightly. I can’t think about it. This is impossible; not thinking about something is the same as thinking about it. I have to not think about thinking about it.
His relief from the cage was short-lived. He heard the patter of Cindy’s bare feet coming down the stairs. She looked incredibly sexy. Three small yellow patches covered her pussy, and the areola of her erect nipples. She whirled, showing him her ass and the strings of her thong that disappeared into the crack of her ass. “You need to help me tie these strings tighter, so the swimsuit stays in place, my dear slave.”
Gene dropped down on one knee and tried to retie the strings on each of her hips. His hands shook ever so slightly which went along with the uneasiness he felt in his stomach. The problem with her bikini was that if you got one side tighter than the other, the small yellow material that covered her pubic hair moved slightly one way or another. Cindy understood the problem, “I need to go shave; I will do that after I get you started on the party. These don’t stay in place either,” Cindy said, moving the small triangles on her breasts. “But they are not as important. It will keep the men’s attention. I can see them now staring at the patches hoping they move too much. Men are so funny. What do you think about this bikini? Can you see me on the beach this summer?”
