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Sun Hee Ch. 01

By: metalimbic



It all started in my sophomore year in college when I met Sun Hee. She was this sweet, sexy, and endearingly awkward Korean girl who soon came to control and consume my life in ways I had never imagined possible.

We first met at a campus lecture. Sun Hee was one of the few students to ask a question, and even though her English was a bit broken and she seemed painfully self-conscious, I was impressed by how earnest she was about raising her hand. It was more than I dared to do at the time, and I knew right then that I wanted to meet her. After the talk, I told her I liked her question, and we ended up walking across campus late into the evening talking together about art and philosophy in the way that only young college kids can. I was in heaven having this thoughtful conversation with such a pretty and lively girl. We talked about everything: our childhoods and backgrounds, our hopes, our insecurities, our desires. Unlike so many other college girls, Sun Hee was actually interested in things. She was interested in art, she was interested in philosophy and culture, and to my very great surprise and pleasure, she seemed interested in me. 

The first thing I noticed about Sun Hee was how shy and awkward she seemed, like so many other Asians studying abroad understandably nervous and out of place in the unfamiliar space of a large American university. She was a "fob" when we first met, fresh off the boat. It's a term she introduced me to, and I felt awkward using it. But it's true. She dressed rather primly in clothes that were a bit out of fashion and always modestly cut so as not to show any cleavage. That first night we met she was wearing a dark blue v-neck sweater over top this frilly white shirt that was buttoned all the way up to her neck. She looked so feminine and desirable it was all I could do not to try to kiss her, and there was a smell about her skin that seemed ever so slightly new and unusual. I loved it. I loved everything about her. I had never met a Korean girl before, and I soon found I wanted to know everything about her.

And as I started to get to know Sun Hee, the girl I discovered was amazing and very pretty. At 5'4'' she was petite and skinny, and her legs were long and willowy in the way Asian girls' often are. She had such a cute and expressive face, with a wide mouth and straight bangs cut just over her dark, liquid eyes, and long black hair that reached down to the middle of her back. Her breasts looked large on her tiny frame, though the fobby way she dressed made it hard to tell just how large they really were. She dressed very well, but in a way that obscured rather than flattered her figure.

But it wasn't just that she was hot. She had this incredible energy and enthusiasm about her that was bewitching, and when she laughed and giggled it was like she was the only girl in the room. Some of her classmates called her "Sunny" as an American name, which definitely fit her, though I preferred her Korean name. Best of all there was an openness to her that made me want to be open, too. Totally open. Soon I was sharing things with her I had never told anyone else. She liked that and liked how respectful of her I was. Honestly, paying attention to her needs and little things like opening the door for her just felt right.

That first night we ended up coming back to my dorm room, and not really having anywhere else to sit, Sun Hee moved to my twin bed and drew herself back against the wall as if to make room for me. My breath caught in my throat. Play it cool, I chided myself. I really liked this girl and wanted to do things right, so I told myself not to rush her. She gave me an odd look when I pushed the dirty clothes off my chair and chose that instead.

As our conversation continued it was increasingly hard to focus with this sexy Korean girl laying on my bed. While her feminine shirt was buttoned modestly to her neck, her short skirt showed off her long and slender legs, and as she had slipped off her heels at my door, her feet were bare. Sun Hee seemed to part her legs just a little as though in invitation. The view was intoxicating, her short skirt rising to where it couldn't be more than an inch from revealing her underwear. Her legs looked unbelievably long and delicate. Unbidden, the image of those long bare legs wrapped around me made me weak in the knees and made my cock uncomfortably hard in my pants.

With another girl I would definitely have made a move, but something with Sun Hee kept me frozen in place like some helpless idiot. Her large dark eyes held mine, studying my reaction, testing. A mysterious smile seemed to grow on her wet lips.

The next day, I called her right away, no games, and asked her on a proper date. Hearing her bubbly voice on the phone excited for our date was everything I had hoped for, and she said she was free that night. "Take me somewhere nice for dinner," she insisted, and I was only too happy to agree.

Part of it was purely practical. I had a car. Her life was limited to the campus and the handful of nearby drug stores and convenience stories; it's something we American college students take for granted, the simple freedom of being able to go where we pleased. Our first real date I took her to into the city to a nice restaurant. She wore a white and blue striped dress and a pair of dark blue heels that made her look amazing and made me feel foolishly under dressed. I was pleased, but a little surprised, how excited she was to be off campus and away from the watchful eyes of her Korean friends. She said I was so thoughtful and sweet to her, she really liked that, and she liked that she could have real conversations with me.

One of the things we talked about a lot were differences between Korean and American culture. She resented growing up in such a conservative and sexist environment. Her mother nagged her constantly about being a modest, proper girl, and her older brother always seemed to get opportunities she didn't. "Always someone else gets to be in charge," she sighed. Coming to the U.S. to study was an opportunity to expand her horizons, though even here her socializing had mostly been among other Koreans. She felt like her life had been limited and constrained, and she was thirsty for new experiences. 

It was tremendously flattering that she saw me as someone who could expand her horizons Honestly, I worried she would discover I wasn't much more experienced than her, but I loved the way I looked in her eyes. And I certainly wasn't complaining.

Most of all, she objected to the way guys treated her. She felt pressured to look a certain way and act submissive around guys, and Korean men tended to act entitled and selfish toward her. 

"Guys just want sex from me," she complained, "And on their terms."

"I hope I don't seem like that," I said. "I think a woman should get to control that." I didn't really know what I was saying, it just seemed like I should say something, and at the time I was still too young and naive myself to understand my own submissive desires.

At any rate, Sun Hee seemed to like what she heard. She smiled and blushed in a way that I was pretty sure meant she was aroused. I was enchanted. The way she pursed her lips made me ache to imagine how it would feel to kiss her, and sitting across from her at the restaurant I felt hopelessly turned on. She just looked so cute, and though I kept telling myself not to, I couldn't help sneaking glances at her breasts. Her dress was modest and cut rather loosely, but sometimes as she lifted her arm the fabric pulled tight in a way that gave a tantalizing hint of the curves of her large breasts. I'm sure she noticed me staring. The tent I was pitching in my jeans was pretty obvious, and more than once I had to awkwardly reach down to shift my hard on.

We both clearly enjoyed each other's company, but that first date ended chastely. I brought her home and wanted to walk her to the door, but she explained that her roommate would be home and she felt awkward showing up with an American guy. Before I knew it, Sun Hee had ducked out of the car and disappeared into her dorm. I was frustrated, but Sun Hee was so sweet and clearly awkward about guys, so I didn't want to push her. If going home with blue balls was the price for being with her, I was willing to pay. In fact, the next few dates went no further than lingering hugs and a quick kiss goodnight, leaving me increasingly horny and frustrated. 

Truth be told I wasn't sure she was open to the possibility of sex, and I'm ashamed to admit that at the time I considered moving on because of it. I really liked Sun Hee, but I was young and horny. I wanted a girlfriend who was sexually active. Little did I know what was in store for me.

It was the fourth date before things changed. Sun Hee and I were alone in my room with my roommate next door away for the night. She looked so cute and innocent in a white silky blouse and denim skirt, and when she stepped close there was a powerfully electric charge between us, like a Tesla coil was sending little sparks back and forth between our bodies. We kissed, lightly at first and then more searchingly. My arms fit easily around her slender waist as I pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her body. Goosebumps ran my spine.

She pushed me down onto the edge of the bed and, cupping her hands on either side of my face, looked down into my eyes. I looked up, acutely aware of the way her full breasts were only inches from my face. "This feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked.

"Honestly, Sun Hee, I've been thinking about you constantly." I looked up at her adoringly. She was so sweet and beautiful, all I wanted to do was worship her. Did I say that last part out loud?

"Mmm, a girl likes hearing that," she said, giggling. "Though to be honest I already knew. After all,I did kind of notice how hard your dick got around me."

My face flushed with a sudden burning heat. "Sun Hee!" I sputtered, feeling embarrassed. Somehow after all this chaste time together, hearing her speak so directly about my dick seemed shocking. It also dispelled certain mistaken assumptions I had about her as Korean; apparently shy didn't always mean timid.

Sun Hee giggled again, girlishly pleased with herself. "Aw, did I embarrass you."

Knowing she could read me so plainly made it even worse, but for whatever reason the shame only made my dick get harder. 

From the way she looked at me I could tell she saw it, too. Sun Hee looked down at my crotch pointedly, then back up at me with a knowing smirk. The way she looked at me felt unsettling much the way I imagine women feel under the gaze of a man. What made it better was the way I could see her nipples nudge through the silky fabric of her blouse.

She traced a finger down the side of my face and across my lips. I turned my head to kiss her hand. Then she lifted my chin to look up into the pools of her eyes. "But you waited, and I want you to know I really appreciate that."

I mumbled something in reply, I don't know what. I was helpless in her beauty as Sun Hee tossed her head to the side, sending her long dark hair shimmering back and forth. She kissed me lightly on the lips before whispering in my ear, "I must admit it feels good making the first move." 

Then she lunged in for a deeper kiss, and I met her mouth eagerly. Suddenly we were all heat and passion. Her tiny body pushed into mine, pressing her breasts against my chest, and the heat emanating from between her legs was incredible. I wanted this woman. I needed this woman! Pulling her tighter against me my tongue searched for hers and my hand reached up into her mass of hair to pull her head closer into mine. 

We became like one, a mass of arms and hands, searching, probing. Her knees straddled on either side of me as her hips first delicately and then roughly ground down against me, the unbelievable heat from her pussy driving my cock mad with desire. Fingers clutched at clothes as first my tshirt was yanked away and tossed aside, and then the buttons of her shimmery blouse were nervously, awkwardly undone, her fingers and mine meeting and stumbling over each other. 

Finally her blouse - white and innocent - slipped from her left shoulder and then from her right, before fluttering delicately to the floor. My jaw dropped in amazement. Sun Hee kneeled above me in just her bra, a shapeless and ill fitting mess of a plain and fobby bra. But what amazed me was her breasts. Seen now for the first time without her maddeningly modest clothes, I realized that her breasts weren't simply big for her 110 lbs frame, they were huge. And clearly natural. At least a C or D cup by my guess.

Still in shock from the almost violent way things had shifted from such agonizing chastity and waiting to this rampant, animal heat, I watched in awe as Sun Hee reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Whether it was her teasing or her own shyness, she seemed to take forever.

The release of her clasp sent a visible tremor across her breasts. Then, after a palpable pause, first the straps slid off her delicate shoulders... and then the padded cups folded forward... and finally, the whole bra fell away revealing the most incredible pair of tits I had ever seen.

Her breasts were full and round, standing out proudly from her chest with a fetching perkiness. Her golden skin made them almost seem to glow. Slowly, my trembling fingers reached up to trace the heft of her tits, marveling at the way they curved down to her delicate rib cage and flat stomach. Tracing back upwards, I reveled as her nipples hardened under my touch. Her tits were gently upturned, eager to be touched, and capped with areolas the color of honey. 

Her nipples, hard like tiny little bullets, were clearly highly sensitive. Sun Hee's breath caught as I first touched them, and her chest heaved in a way that further accentuated the delicate visibility of her ribs. Looking up at her, I couldn't believe how beautiful and sexy this Korean girl was. In truth, I had only been with a few other girls before and no one near so hot as Sun Hee, and never in my life had I been so lucky as to see breasts like hers in the flesh. I couldn't believe my luck.

I so desperately needed to fuck this girl.

She had me so aroused I worried, quite seriously, that I would have to endure the humiliation of ejaculating prematurely right then and there in my pants.

Yet even that could not stop me. Pulling her toward me I attacked her with my mouth, eagerly sucking her nipples between my lips and relishing her giggles of delight. Taking control, I pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top. Awkwardly, I shucked off my jeans and was delighted by how readily she seemed let me strip away her skirt and underwear. I needed to get inside her... I needed it. And judging by the way she spread her legs for me, she needed it, too.

But then a terrible thought suddenly struck. "Shit!" I groaned. "I don't have any condoms." I couldn't believe it, after so many days of frustration and waiting. You fool, I cursed myself.

Sun Hee cocked her head to the side and looked at me strangely. She looked impossibly innocent. "So?" she asked.

"I can't ask you to have sex without a condom." Or could I? Safe sex was important, I had been told again and again, but maybe it wouldn't be so wrong to ask her to risk it just this once. I wanted it so badly, and I had never felt a bare pussy before. Sun Hee's pussy would feel so unbelievably heavenly. But no, I wanted to do this right. I cared about this girl, and it wouldn't be right to push myself onto a girl this vulnerable.

"Oh," she said quietly, still looking confused. The disappointment in her eyes hurt worse than my own intense frustration. I had to make it better.

"But we can still do other stuff," I blurted without thinking. Of course, what came to mind was a blowjob, but I knew I could never bring myself to ask for that, and Sun Hee made no move to offer. Besides, as much as I needed to cum, what I wanted most was to make this sweet and innocent girl feel good. I wanted her to feel pleasure.

I still hovered above her between her legs, my painfully erect cock ready to spear her heavenly pussy. God, it was painful to let that go, but let it go I did. Reluctantly, I lowered myself down onto her, careful to keep my cock just off to the side from her wet pussy. The heat of her cunt beckoned, and as I kissed her mouth I was acutely aware that with just a subtle shift my cock would be right there, penetrating her. 

Instead, I did the only thing I could think to do. I started to kiss my way down her body as my poor cock poked impotently into Sun Hee's thigh. She gasped and pressed her nipples into my flesh as my tongue found her earlobe and traced wetly down the curve of her neck. The feminine curve of her collarbone stood out delicately on her tiny frame, and she cooed softly in pleasure as I kissed the hollow of her bones.

Lifting my head, I drank in the glory of Sun Hee's breasts, so full and natural. Getting to inspect them up close and nestle my face between them almost made up for the loss of sex. Starting gently on on the outside and swirling inward my tongue sculpted her nipples into hard, jutting bullets. They were incredibly sensitive for her as evidenced by the way her whole body seemed to clench and release as I sucked them into my mouth.

Sun Hee clutched at my head tightly, almost crushing me, as I nursed on her nipples. "Mmm, you like that, don't you?" I said.

"Y-yess," she breathed. Her chest heaved and shuddered, and she let out an audible moan. Her legs jerked up around me and pulled her hips up against me, twisting to the side toward my cock, and if I hadn't known any better I would have thought she was wanting me to penetrate her. If she had said something... anything... I would have lost control and plunged into the hot depths of her pussy, consequences be damned.

But she didn't. Instead she just ran her hands up and down my back and encouraged me to keep licking.

Sun Hee's breasts were magnificent, but my goal was lower. I lifted my head, enjoying for once the sensation that she was the one being denied, and planted a trail of kisses down the length of her smooth belly. 

A kiss to her bellybutton, a perfect little inny, elicited a yelp of surprise. 

And then I was there. Her narrow hips, the enticing gap between her slender thighs, and there, nestled in between, her perfect little pink pussy, topped off by a small tuft of straight black hair. She was so delicate and petite down there that it made her look incredibly vulnerable.

But I could smell her. I could smell Sun Hee's arousal.

Suddenly shy and embarrassed, Sun Hee darted her hands in front of her pussy and closed her thighs. Her head twisted to the side as though trying to hide her face in the pillow, but the way her chest heaved and shuddered betrayed she was torn between her intense and shy need to hide herself and her equally intense sexual desire to be seen.

"Show me," I said, hoping to sound both gentle and insistent. My hands softly stroked the outsides of her thighs.

She squealed quietly. She looked so incredibly vulnerable yet so sexy.

"Show me," I repeated.

Sun Hee turned shyly until her eyes met mine. Her large dark eyes were wet with desire, and her black hair spilled around her head like a kind of halo. I could see she wanted this.

Holding my eyes with hers, she parted her legs a little... then more. My breath stopped in my throat. She pulled her hands away to her sides, and then, with a look that turned almost defiant, she spread her legs apart.

Sun Hee's perfect little pussy bloomed before me. Her pink lips glistened with arousal. The way my gaze hungrily drank her in seemed to send a shudder through the whole of her body.

In haze of slow motion, I started to lower my head toward her.


Sun Hee Ch. 01



"Don't," she whispered, but the face she wore betrayed her desire. And she waited as if frozen. I knew how excited she was, even if she had never done this before.

"I want this," I assured her. And it was true. Sex was forgotten, I only wanted to worship her and bring her pleasure. I wanted to taste her little pussy.

The first touch was electric. When my lips reached out to kiss hers, Sun Hee shook as if I had sent a jolt through her entire body. When my tongue first probed tentatively between her lips, Sun Hee inhaled sharply and let out a high-pitched and sudden squeal. The sound startled me a little.

I pulled back, determined to tease her a little. I blew warm air against her clit and nuzzled between her legs, nipping at the smooth, golden skin on the inside of her thighs. But Sun Hee had other ideas. Her hands moved down to the back of my head, and twining her fingers through my hair, she pulled me back down to her wet lips.

At her urging, I dived back down into her pussy, this time with gusto. My mouth kissed the lips of her labia, marveling at the heat of her pussy and the maddening scent of her arousal. Her hands guided me deeper, urging me to lick and suck her pink folds, and as she pulled my face deeper between her splayed legs my tongue pushed inside her.

I had done this before, briefly, but it wasn't anything like it was with Sun Hee. Her legs spread almost lewdly, resting on my shoulders, and her hands clutched so tightly to my head it felt like she might pop me like a grape. Straining my eyes upwards, I could see her tits heaving with desire, and a visceral jolt of pleasure penetrated her petite body when I finally found her clitoris.

She let out a high-pitched girlish cry of excitement. "Eieeeeeeeee!"

Any shyness or restraint on her part was well gone now.

I simply did my best to latch onto her sensitive clit and hang on, as her cries of pleasure, punctuated by increasingly inarticulate encouragement, grew louder and more urgent.

Sun Hee tasted both sweet and musky, and while I had never spent this long going down on a woman before, it was a powerfully erotic experience for me as well. She was naturally hairless down there, her tuft of black hair sitting high on the crest of her pubic bone, so despite the way she mashed my face into her sex no stray hairs got between my teeth. Yet still, the way she clutched at my head and occasionally clenched her thighs around my ears hurt, and the way she ground her pussy up against my mouth left me panting for air.

She gasped and moaned like a woman clearly with a high sex drive, so much so it was hard to see how she herself could have gone so long without sex. Her desire was intense, even daunting. I found myself worried whether I would be able to satisfy her with my cock. Would I have the skill and stamina to fuck her the way she needs?

"Baby," Sun Hee cried out, "Oh, god, baby... yesss!"

Her encouragement, naked with need, felt good, and I was extremely pleased with myself for finding her clit. Contrasted against her golden skin, the pinkness of her pussy seemed even more intense. I rubbed my tongue around her little nub and along the length of her hood, trilling at the way her body responded. Her cries grew louder, echoing through my tiny room and down the hall of the dorm.

It was an odd thing to be thinking about as Sun Hee approached orgasm, but I couldn't help feeling a certain pride that the guys hearing her cries down the hall would know I was finally having sex with this sexy little Asian girl. A pride that quickly turned to an awkward feeling of embarrassment as the inevitable next question pushed its way into my mind: what would they think if they knew that going down on her was the only sex I was getting and that her pussy still remained unclaimed?

Still, I felt proud to bring her such pleasure, and proud to introduce her to the joys of oral sex.

My abandoned cock still raged at full mast, grinding helplessly into the mattress as I licked her, and I found myself wondered what Sun Hee would think if I spurted emptily into the sheets without her.

"Do it, baby," I grunted, looking up at her. "Do it... cum for me... I want you to cum, Sun Hee." Our eyes met briefly as she looked down at me, but then her hands pushed me back between her legs. Obedient, I pushed my tongue between her lips.

"Yes... y-yess... ye-easssss!" As she cried out her release, Sun Hee's whole body clenched up into an orgasm that seemed to go on for seconds, even minutes. Lost in my own sexual frenzy, I licked harder, pressing against her sensitive clit, almost as if I was pouring my own orgasm into hers.

Time seemed to turn hazy as her body relaxed, her trembles subsided, and her cries faded. After some time, Sun Hee pulled me upwards into her arms and we kissed, though I was awkwardly aware of her pussy juice smeared across my face.

"That was amazing, baby. Thank you," she breathed. She was already fading away from me into sleep.

For me, however, tired as I was, my cock throbbed with an insistence that was hard to ignore. I desperately needed release. "God, it is so hard not to get to fuck you." The frustration just popped out of me.

"Mmm, I like hearing that" she said, nuzzling closer and apparently not understanding.

She was just so frustratingly sexy and I was so desperately horny. I know another man would have simply taken his turn and fucked her, and maybe I should have, but this moment between us felt so perfect as it was. I loved this girl.

That doesn't mean, however, that I was a saint. Pretending to be casual, I laced my fingers through hers and drew Sun Hee's hand onto my swollen dick. Just as casually, she moved her hand back to where it had been and made a sleepy noise.

I waited a few minutes, but couldn't help myself from trying again.

This time Sun Hee pulled her hand away and looked back at me, both sleepy and a little cross. "Look, I know you want to cum, too. But I think we decided you missed your chance. Is that ok?" Her eyes sparkled in the dark, unreadable.

"Sure, baby." What else could I say?

Resigned, I cuddled closer, and somehow we drifted off into sleep together.





Sun Hee Ch. 02



In was a strange feeling when Sun Hee finally left my dorm room the morning after we had finally had sex. Well, after she had sex. I mean, the night before was definitely the most intense sexual experience of my young life even if it hadn't involved intercourse, and going down on Sun Hee -- if I was being perfectly honest -- I loved that. It had felt incredible watching her cum so hard from the way I kissed her perfect little pussy. And I felt closer to Sun Hee than ever before.

But some of the other stuff was harder to take. I wasn't sure what to make of the way Sun Hee left me hanging -- and even seemed to enjoy it. Her suggestion -- well, her demand -- that I wait two more days for her seemed sexy and fun at the time, but now it worried me. I mean, right now I was so wound up I wasn't sure I could last two hours much less two days. And the discovery that she had had more sexual experience than I thought, more in fact than I had it sounded like -- well, that was a pretty big blow to my self-confidence. Never mind the way that I had apparently missed my chance to fuck Sun Hee, not just last night but from the very first night we got together. The blue balls were killing me.

I had a lot to think about.

I also had to get to class. After a pretty late, and for me largely sleepless night, we had both overslept the alarm, but that didn't stop Sun Hee from insisting on another round of pussy licking in the morning. It was past 10 a.m. when Sun Hee finally left my room, looking relaxed and happy, and I had class across campus at 11. But first I definitely had to squeeze in a shower. My room was heavy with the musky scent of Sun Hee's sex, and I knew I must be covered in her scent as well.

***

It was a rough day that had me feeling like a zombie from lack of sleep, but a bright and shining bright spot in an otherwise tiring day was running into Sun Hee in the hallway later that afternoon. I caught sight of her through the crush of students, her distinctive long black hair and bangs a beacon through the crowd. I felt a little embarrassed how happy it made me to see her.

Weaving toward her, I saw that Sun Hee was talking to someone, a tall guy with dark, well-cut hair. He loomed over her, making her seem tiny and delicate in comparison. Sun Hee smiled up at him as they talked, and as I got closer I felt confused noticing that his hand rested briefly on her arm, just under her elbow. Who was he? They were too far away to overhear, but she clearly knew him. Her mouth opened in laughter as she looked up at him, and she half stepped away from him before stepping close again in the flirty way girls do.

Why did my mind go there? Was she actually flirting? Surely this was just an innocent encounter. And besides, Sun Hee was free to hang out with whomever she liked -- I didn't want to be the possessive type, and she had made it abundantly clear she hated that even more than I did.

At any rate, the whole thing was over in moments anyway, just a passing encounter. Even as I approached, he was turning away, and she half raised her hand to wave goodbye. I felt a twinge of jealousy as his hand seemed to briefly rest on the small of her back as he took his leave. Then, backing away from her, he called out something about "next time" before turning and disappearing down the hall.

"Who was that?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Hi, baby!" Sun Hee cried out, bouncing up on her toes to give me a hug and a quick kiss. Her obvious enthusiasm at seeing me filled me with joy. As a Korean, she was pretty shy about public affection, but I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body tight against mine.

Delicious but distracting memories of last night ran through my head, and my cock began to stiffen. Her tight little body felt so warm and soft against mine.

Sun Hee was dressed in what I had come to understand as trademark Korean fashion, a high neckline modestly covering any cleavage and a deliciously short hemline that showed a tantalizing amount of her long legs set off, as always, by high heels. Her dress was a very dark blue that resonated strikingly with her long black hair. At the collar was a bib of white lace that was echoed down below by just a hint of lace petticoat peeking out at her thighs. In all, she looked especially adorable today. 

"Who's that?" I asked again when she pulled away.

"Oh, Sebastian? He's in our Sociology class together, don't you recognize him?"

I guess I did. Sort of. He was some upperclassman who often had smart answers to the professor's questions. I could see why she might be flattered by his attention, and that definitely didn't make me feel better.

"He seemed pretty friendly," I ventured. "What were you guys talking about?"

Sun Hee's face abruptly darkened. She slapped my arm and demanded, "You're not being jealous and nosy, now are you?"

Her reaction put me back on my heels. I sputtered and shook my head, protesting, "No, baby, no."

Hands on her hips, she gave me an appraising look, almost as though she enjoyed flummoxing me like this, and a little smile crept back in the corner of her wide mouth. "Good." She patted her tiny hand on my chest. "Because you know I don't like you being jealous or possessive."

I pulled her back against me, drawing the scent of her skin deep into my nostrils. "I know, baby." My hand drifted down to her small but firm little ass. I knew I should let it go, but foolishly I pressed her on it. "But still, you have to admit he was flirting with you."

She looked up at me with her sweet little smile. "Was he now?" I nodded, mute, afraid to speak lest I sound jealous again, and I guess the look on my face must have been priceless because Sun Hee burst into giggles. "Maybe you're right... maybe he was checking me out."

Sun Hee pressed her body closer to me. I could feel her perky breasts push against me, and the heat between her legs meant she was aroused. My poor unrelieved cock stirred in response, pressing into her belly.

"Oh," she giggled. "Somebody likes that he was flirting with me, doesn't he?"

What? No, she was misunderstanding. After our crazy night together, I couldn't help but get hard; my poor balls were desperate for release. But Sun Hee didn't let up. She nuzzled her hips against me further, teasing my erection, and to my shock and embarrassment, her tiny hand slipped down to the front of my jeans. 

She felt me there. "Ooh, somebody really likes it!"

My cock was raging at full mast at this point. It felt terribly embarrassing to be so visibly erect in the middle of the hallway like this, and Sun Hee's giggles did not help. My face turned a deep red.

Her look was speculative. "It's ok." She patted my arm. "I'm glad you like it. That makes me feel special. And I guess you're right, guys do check me out a lot."

Then she turned and, holding my fingers in her hand, led me down the hall. "Come on," she said. "You promised to take me out tonight."

I followed along happily, enjoying the way the short hem of her dark blue dress danced on her hips, the hint of white lace peeking out a delicious hint of the treasure between her legs just out of view. A treasure I had still not yet gotten to conquer. God, I needed to fuck this girl!

***

That evening found us alone together at the mall, another fun night out in the city for Sun Hee who chafed under the claustrophobic bubble of on-campus housing and the constant conformism of her Korean friends. She was in high spirits, and while shopping wasn't normally my thing, I discovered it was a great time for us to spend time together without the constant temptation of hoping to get it on. If I was to have any chance of not spilling tonight, I needed to keep busy. And I definitely needed to not be alone with Sun Hee in a room, even though that was exactly what I desperately wanted.

The lights and sounds and crowds captured Sun Hee's imagination, and it felt really good to give her such simple happiness by being able to take her new places and show her things she hadn't seen before.

"I never actually get to shop for myself. My mom always picks out stuff for me," she said. "Is that weird?" She was eagerly licking up the gelato we treated ourselves to, and I loved her for it.

"No, not at all, baby," I replied, though it did seem sort of weird. The way she talked about the limits she experienced growing up in Korea made it seem a foreign place, which I guess it was.

"Anything you want, baby," I said, spreading my arms in a dramatic way. "Anything."

She laughed and leaned up to kiss my nose, her lips soft and cold from the gelato. Then we both laughed and stumbled together into the nearby shop.

The first dress we tried was a floral print, and at my insistence she tried it on to model for me.

"I can't wear this!" she cried from the dressing room, and I had to practically drag her out into the hallway so she could model it. She held her hands shyly over her cleavage. The neckline was ordinary by American standards, but it must have felt pretty strange and new to her. She had told me about how her mother always hectored her about dressing modestly and not attracting attention, and even her Korean friends and roommate peer pressured her. It was part of the independence she complained she didn't get to have. Conforming and putting others ahead of herself was a basic part of what it meant to be a girl growing up in her experience.

When I finally coaxed her into lowering her hands and looking at herself in the mirror, she had to agree that it looked pretty good on her. Hot, in fact. Honestly, sexiness aside it looked much better on her than her Korean clothes. Given her perky breasts, their high collars just made her look boxy, and her old clothes hung in a way that always seemed ill-fitting. This dress gave a much more tailored look which really highlighted her slim and petite lines. The fact that it made her perky little tits stand out -- well, that was just gravy.

She looked thoughtful. She twirled around, admiring the way the dress accentuated her petite waist and cute little butt. In a quiet voice she asked, "I can't wear this... can I?"

"Of course you can. I want you to," I encouraged. "You look amazing, baby." The dress was hardly scandalous, but it did reveal the tops of her full breasts and flashed a generous glimpse of her cleavage. Seeing her this way excited me.

"I look so..." Sun Hee didn't finish the thought.

I moved up behind her, wrapped my arms loosely around her waist, and kissed lightly along the back of her neck. It was a surprisingly erotic moment, especially as we were standing in front of the dressing mirror in the middle of the store. Still, I pressed forward, letting her feel the full length of my aroused cock nudge between the cheeks of her ass.

"Trust me baby, you look incredible," I breathed into her ear. "No one could resist you dressed like this."

"I like that," she purred, leaning back against me. Her scent filled my nostrils. I wanted to fuck her.

She reached behind to pull me closer. "Are you saying this dress will get me lots of attention? Will guys hit on me if I wear this?" 

I didn't know what to make of the way she was bringing that up again, but I couldn't help but feel aroused seeing how sexy she looked in the dress. She had to know how she was torturing me, and something I was learning about Sun Hee was that she enjoyed being a tease. I swear her nipples were getting hard.

"As if you don't get enough attention as it is," I groaned. 

"Maybe I want more?" she asked, feigning innocence. Her eyes locked on mine in the mirror. Then, proving my point, she arched her back it a way that rubbed her sexy ass against my desperate cock and made her tits jut out in a way that made me genuinely ache. 

I would have thought she would be the one to get awkward with this level of intimacy in public, but it was me who broke. I had to pull away from her tight little body to compose myself. We were in the middle of a store, after all.

The look on her face in the mirror told me two things: she liked that she had made me break, and she wanted more.

Laughing, Sun Hee took my hand, and we went around to other stores to try on different dresses. One dress we both really liked was a forest green skater dress with a white band accenting the edges. The green was a perfect contrast to her golden skin, and I loved the way the white trim really accentuated the neckline. It didn't go too deep, but it definitely showed the inner slopes of Sun Hee's pert breasts and a generous amount of the canyon in between. The only problem was her old bra showed as well.

"Try it without the bra," I urged.

We were having enough fun by now that Sun Hee quickly agreed, and she darted back into the changing room. When she opened the door again and stepped out into the changing room hall, my jaw dropped. She looked unbelievably sexy. The dress clung to every curve of her breasts making their shape and heft unmistakable, yet the fabric was thick enough not to be too obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples, which I could tell were hard, poked through just enough to be visible. They seemed to beg to be touched.

Seeing my sweet little Sun Hee this way was definitely not helping my blue ball situation.

"Do you like this dress?" she asked, playful.

I nodded, dumbly. I was practically drooling. "Yes."

Then she cocked her head. "Do you think Sebastian will like this dress?"

"Yes..." It just seemed to pop out of my mouth. I felt hypnotized by her. I didn't want to be thinking about him, but she was right, he would definitely enjoy this dress. Sun Hee had me imagining her standing this way in front of him, and despite myself I felt my cock stiffen.

She saw it.

But then she did something that rocked my world.

Sun Hee grabbed the sides of her dress, flashed me a playful smile, and started lifting. An extra inch of her bare thighs came into view, and then another. I assumed she was just doing a quick tease, but she kept lifting. Shit, she was lifting her dress high enough that I was about to see her little pink thong -- here, in the store dressing area.

But there was no pink thong! Just the bare flesh of her slender thighs. And then... lifting just a little higher... Sun Hee's bare pussy. As a slender girl she was justifiably proud of the generous gap between her thighs, and there, in perfect view, were the pink little lips of her labia. Thin and delicate like a flower, but a flower ready to open. Her pink lips seemed to flex and quiver which each breath as she stood before me.

"Oh... shit," I exclaimed. I couldn't believe she was doing this. We were in public, in the dressing area hallway where anyone could walk in at any moment. It made me nervous, yet incredibly aroused.

It clearly excited her, too. Her pussy glistened with wetness.

"What does this make you think of?" She looked at me with challenge in her eyes.

"Licking you." I blurted the answer without even thinking. And it was true. I definitely wanted to lick her, and if I wasn't such a coward, I would have pushed her into the dressing room and licked her right in that moment.

Sun Hee smirked, clearly delighted by the effect she was having on me. She rocked her hips back and forth. I swear she was egging me on. "What else does it make you think of?"

I hesitated.

Her nipples pushed through the green fabric like bullets. The dress hadn't seemed scandalous before but now it looked lewd. She seemed to radiate barely restrained sexual power.

"Say it," she insisted.

I don't understand why, but I felt both an eagerness and an incredible reluctance to say it out loud. I wasn't sure how I felt about her forcing me to speak the words but I did, and my cock ached with need. "That I don't get to cum." My voice sounded less solid that I had hoped.

"That's right," she said. "I like that part." She twisted side to side a little, almost like doing a little dance. "And how long can't you cum?"

The way she said it made me feel strange, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from her pussy. "Two days." I don't know what compelled me to add the next part, but I blurted. "Baby, if you get that dress, I'll go three days."

Sun Hee laughed and dropped her skirt back down around her legs. The proper little Korean girl I knew and loved was suddenly back. "Well, then let's definitely get this dress."

She flung herself against me and gave me a deep and searching kiss. The heat of her body against me was incredible, and I definitely enjoyed feeling her in this sexy new dress. Sun Hee surprised me by reaching into my pants and wrapped her tiny hand around my needy cock. She gave me three long strokes of heaven. Then she leaned up on her tiptoes again to kiss me and said, "Thanks, baby."

Then she spun away, almost as though nothing had happened, and popped back into her dressing room and closed the door.

Needless to say, we got the green dress. It was a little pricier than I expected but well worth it. As we left, Sun Hee picked out two other tops for herself, similarly low cut. One was maybe lower cut that she realized.

"My Korean friends will freak out, but you're right, I should get to dress the way I want," she said to convince herself. "Besides, maybe this is the beginning of a new me."

I wasn't sure how I felt about everything that was happening, but I did like the new confident and adventurous version of her, and I told her as much. She looked happy and confident, and that made me happy. Maybe something about the way she had taken control of my orgasms had something to do with it.

"These are my treat," I insisted.

Sun Hee smiled, clearly very pleased, and reached up to give me a kiss on the lips in front of the sales clerk.

"I like buying pretty things for my pretty girl," I said. Then, thinking it was my turn to tease her, I added with a wink, "My naughty girl."

With the sales clerk was right there I had hoped my comment would scandalize her, but I was wrong. Sun Hee just seemed to glow. "And naughty," she agreed. "And don't you dare forget your promise!"

Just below the counter, her hand patted my eager cock. This new version of her was really something. Horny as I was, knowing I had made her happy made me happy. It was almost like she was training me to put her needs first.

***

That's why I was feeling foolish and apprehensive when I saw Sun Hee again two nights later. I had promised to stay chaste for her as part of our little game, but the night before -- while Sun Hee was busy studying and I was feeling lonely and frustrated -- I foolishly started touching myself. Even as I started I knew I was sabotaging myself, but I couldn't help it. I told myself I would only touch myself a little bit and that I needed to feel some of the pleasure and relief Sun Hee was denying me. But before I knew it I had spilled.

Now I was standing in the hallway of her dorm trying to decide whether or not I was going to confess.

When Sun Hee answered the door she practically bounced into my arms. I held her little body eagerly, and we kissed with enthusiasm. Honestly, the girl took my breath away.

Happily, it was one of the very rare times her roommate was away, so we could hang out together without interruption. I was especially glad of that tonight as her roommate intimidated me. Sun Hee grabbed my hand and eagerly led me back into her side of the divided double.

It was a school night, so Sun Hee was dressed for bed in an oversized black and white striped tshirt and shorts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I definitely enjoyed seeing her hard nipples poke through the fabric of her top. It felt good knowing she was excited to see me in more ways than one.

We cuddled together in the corner of her bed, sharing stories about our day and trading little kisses. I loved talking with her, but I also couldn't help getting distracted her luscious breasts. I started nuzzling her chest and nibbling on her nipples through her clothes. I loved the way her dark areolas strained against the fabric of her top and the way my saliva seemed to make them even darker. As she grew more aroused, the flimsy fabric strained to contain her tits.




Sun Hee Ch. 02



I could feel the heat grow between her legs, too. My sweet little girl was horny. Part of me wondered maybe, just maybe, if I played my cards right, we might have sex tonight.

"Mmm, someone's feeling eager." Her breath was heavy in my ear.

She liked what I was doing with her breasts and I didn't stop. Her hands cradled my head and drew me closer, and in response I sucked harder and with urgency. I could feel her breath rising. She shifted a little to give me better access.

But then she asked the question I was dreading. "Is someone being a good boy?" Her hand found its way to my cock and was rubbing thoughtfully through my jeans.

I buried my head deeper between her breasts, pretending I couldn't hear. She moaned and threw her head back, but then registered that I hadn't answered.

"Hmm?" she asked.

I pushed downward toward her belly, but Sun Hee stopped me. She curled her fingers in my hair and lifted my face up to hers.

"I asked you a question," she repeated. Her voice took on a tone I hadn't heard before, harder and more commanding. "Have you been good?"

Her hand closed around my dick. I felt myself pulse under her grip. Her question had me feeling like a deer in headlights. Not sure how to respond, the moment stretched out. If I didn't tell her then we could finally have sex tonight, and I ached for it. I didn't want to lose that, and I didn't want to disappoint her. But I also couldn't lie. I mean, I could have, but I didn't want to. A big part of what was so amazing about being with Sun Hee was the feeling I could be truly honest with her.

Besides, having her hand around my dick felt like I was hooked up to her lie detector, and I think she already saw the answer in my eyes.

Her large, liquid eyes seemed to hold me captive, and the truth just came out of me. "I spilled," I confessed. "Last night."

I held my breath and studied her for a reaction, but she remained impassive, unreadable. I half expected her to squeeze down on my cock in anger or frustration. Nervous, I tried to defend myself. "I tried..." I said. I took a deep breath and laughed a little. "I tried, I really did. I - "

Her sudden wide smile interrupted me. "You did, huh?" she asked, sounding amused and strangely pleased.

I nodded dumbly, feeling not unlike a pet being scolded by his mistress.

"You spilled?" It was more statement than question, but again I nodded. She laughed and touched my face with her fingers. "I like knowing you couldn't hold back. I mean, I'm disappointed, but it's also really flattering. Have I really been making you that horny?"

"Oh my god, you have no idea, Sun Hee!" I exclaimed, and my obvious exasperation made her burst into laughter.

She pulled me close to her, and we kissed. I could feel her nipples hard like bullets against me and the heat from her pussy. She was at least as horny as I was. A hopeful part of me wondered if maybe I would get to enjoy the treasure between her legs anyway, despite failing my promise.

"You're not mad?"

"No, not mad," she assured me. "Disappointed maybe."

That last part felt like a kick to the gut. I must have looked like a wounded puppy because she immediately tried to play it off. "It's ok, baby, don't worry about it." She kissed me again.

But then she asked the question that really made me nervous. I guess I knew it was coming. "So what were you thinking about? What finally made you lose control?"

She pulled me back down on the bed so we were lying face to face on our sides. Her hand reached out to gently brush my hair from my eyes while I stroked the side of her breast. It felt awkward but strangely incredibly intimate to tell her about how I had touched myself. I had never talked with a girl about masturbation before.

"I was alone in my dorm missing you when I took my cock out," I told her. "I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't help it. I just kept thinking about you."

"What did you think about?" she urged, clearly fascinated.

"I thought about your incredible little pussy and how it felt to lick you."

Sun Hee moaned softly hearing that. My fingers drifted to her nipples, and I could feel them harden.

"I thought about the smell and taste of you... I just couldn't help touching myself." I continued. It was like I was in a kind of dream, reliving the moment for her. "And the way you first opened your bra and your beautiful tits first spilled into my hands..."

Sun Hee shifted forward, obviously aroused, and pressed her breasts against my hands. Her little moan told me she was reliving that moment, too. Her fingers found the zipper to my pants, and then I felt her hand bare against me. It was heaven.

"I really like hearing you couldn't help touching yourself because of me. That makes me feel so sexy," she whispered.

"And I thought about that magnificent moment when you flashed your pussy in the dressing room..."

"Mmm, you liked that, didn't you?" Sun Hee teased. "You liked me in that dress...? Imagining me in that dress for Sebastian...?"

I did... and I didn't. She kept putting that image in my head in a way that created a confusing mixture of jealousy and arousal. But she was right: the image of her with him popped into my mind when she had flashed me, and again last night as I was touching myself.

Is that what made you lose control?" she panted. Clearly the answer she wanted was yes; it excited Sun Hee that I would be aroused this way. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable.

It would have been easy to dodge the question. I could have simply stopped there, having told her the truth so far. But again I felt a strange desire to be totally honest and open, even if I didn't quite know how to say it. The submissive things she had me feeling were all new to me. I didn't know what to make of what I was feeling, and it felt almost like she was guiding me to a new understanding of myself. At the time I was too young and inexperienced to understand the way she was manipulating me; I'm not sure she saw it herself, either.

"Yes..." I struggled to collect my thoughts. Saying this next part was going to be humiliating, but she had this hold over me. "And your ex boyfriends..." I looked down, unable to meet her eyes. "...fucking you."

"Oh!?" Sun Hee sat up straight on her elbow, clearly surprised and caught off guard. Something was going on in her eyes that I couldn't read. After a long pause, she asked, "Does that excite you?"

Honestly, I didn't really know the answer, but apparently my cock answered for me. With my pants opened, my cock pushed its way out and rose insistently into a rigid tower until it strained urgently toward her.

Sun Hee watched in astonishment, and her face seemed to bloom in slow delight, her jaw lowering and her eyes opening in surprise. Her hands clapped to her face. "Wow," she said, delighted and amused. "Well, I guess it does excite you."

Her reaction caused my heart to shudder as though a fist was clenched around it. I don't know whether Sun Hee intended it as teasing or not, but blood pounded in my ears. I felt jealousy, arousal, humiliation. Definitely humiliation.

What made it all the more confusing was the Sun Hee reached her hand out to my cock to explore for herself the details of my reaction, and it felt good. Really good.

She smiled as though considering some new possibility. "What got you thinking about my ex boyfriends?"

"What you said... when I was licking you... about how they got to fuck you." Her fingers teased out each embarrassing detail.

"My little comment about ex boyfriends stuck in your mind?" she asked, sounding delighted that her casual comment had had such an effect on me. "I kind of like that." She paused a moment, looking thoughtful. "And you know I don't like when guys get jealous or possessive."

I nodded. In truth I was jealous, fiercely so, but I also wanted to be the boyfriend she wanted me to be.

She pushed against me and squeezed my cock. "So I made you think about them fucking me?" she teased.

She had. It was hot, but also upsetting to think about. Here I was being the nice guy, the guy sensitive to her needs, and because of that I had missed my chance to fuck Sun Hee. While these other guys, whoever they were, the very guys she had complained to me treated her in sexist ways and put their own needs first, they apparently got to fuck Sun Hee's pussy on the very first date. I, literally, was coming last.

She smiled. "And that made you spill?" Her fingers tapped along the length of my cock in an exquisite kind of agony.

My face burned. I couldn't answer.

"Tell me," she insisted, and somehow, I did. I told her how confused I felt touching myself last night and thinking about it. The more I thought about it, the more it hurt, but the more I stroked myself, the more I couldn't help thinking about it.

I pressed my face into the pillow, feeling vulnerable as I confessed these details. "I know I was sabotaging myself," I told her. "I couldn't stop myself."

Sun Hee had a look that was almost predatory. "Were you imagining me eagerly spreading for them? Were they making me cum?" If I hadn't been imagining it before, I definitely was now. It felt almost like she was manipulating me, taunting me. "Do you want me to tell you about them?"

These thoughts, they were in my mind now, and I might never get them out. I didn't want to hear more, did I? I was already upset. Aroused, but upset and jealous. Better to leave the past in the past. After all, everyone has a history, I was adult enough to know that even if I had been clearly wrong in my assumption about Sun Hee's inexperience.

Still, Sun Hee's hand on my cock prodded me to say yes, and against my better judgment I found myself nodding. Her nipples felt like diamonds. This was turning her on, too. Very much.

"How many guys do you think I've been with?"

It wasn't really as if I had thought she was a virgin, not exactly, but more that I just hadn't thought about it. I felt a fool. "Two?"

Sun Hee smiled, suddenly shy again. She turned away, but her hand continued to stroke my cock, making me swell harder. "More than two," she said.

"Three?"

"One guy was especially rough and aggressive. I didn't like him, but he really made me cum."

The image popped unbidden into my mind: Sun Hee crying out in orgasm like she had when I licked her, but with him, this phantom other. The way Sun Hee kept stroking my sensitive cock felt good, really good, but I also felt confused and vulnerable. The adult voice in my head kept telling me this was normal: people have histories, and part of dating is about having this conversation. But it was hard to listen to that adult voice, and I had never had a conversation like this before. A confusion of jealousy and pleasure was rattling my senses.

My cock felt on the verge of cumming, just as it had the night before, and I felt helpless under the teasing caress of her hand.

Sun Hee leaned down and studied my eyes carefully. There was a glimpse of something like cruelty there, which surprised me from such a shy and sweet girl. "Well, I guess there is one more detail I could tell you," she said. "That is, if you want to know." She squeezed my cock as she said it, testing my reaction.

Despite myself, I nodded.

"Well, you are the first guy I've been with who has asked about condoms." Sun Hee paused to let that sink in. Her revelation washed through me like cold water. I felt almost like I was orgasming, even as my cock seemed to shrivel in her hand. She seemed to wipe her hand after, so maybe I did cum a little?

She fell silent after that, we both did.

We just held each other for awhile. Time passed, I'm not sure how long, with both of us feeling vulnerable. Her lips reached for me and we kissed. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too, so much," I whispered back urgently.

"You're probably my first boyfriend," she said. "Those other guys... they weren't so much boyfriends as guys who fucked me. I mean it when I said guys like me for sex, but you give me something more than that." Her voice was quiet, a little vulnerable. Honest.

She went on, "Yes, you could have fucked me that night we first met, but it made me feel special that you waited. I really like that you don't try to control me."

I pulled her closer in my arms. "If I'm honest, I guess it kinda turns me on learning I missed that chance. I don't really understand why." It felt good to say it.

"I noticed," she said, laughing quietly. She patted my cock affectionately. "I like hearing you say that. It puts me in charge, and that makes me wet."

"Mmm," I said, burying my face in her breasts.

"If it makes you feel better, you're the first guy who ever licked my pussy like that. I guess that's just not something other guys do."

It did make me feel better. In fact, I felt myself wanting to lick her right then and started to move down her body, kissing her legs, and my hands reached for her shorts to pull them off. The prospect stirred my dick back to life. But Sun Hee pushed me aside and rolled over so she was on top of me. She pinned me down playfully. I could have pushed her off with ease, but she looked too damn sexy and cute to want to move. Her breasts hung down in a most tantalizing way, the fabric of her shirt doing nothing to hide the full outline of their curves and the ribs of her tiny chest. The contrast between the weight of her tits and the delicate petiteness of her torso seemed almost obscene.

She ground her hips down against me. "And about the condoms, please don't think I'm a slut. It's just that, in Korea, condoms aren't very common, and they're assumed to be the guy's decision. Some guys use them, but a lot don't. And as a girl I'm just expected to go along."

I could feel the heat from her pussy radiating through our clothes. It felt electric to hear she had gone bare.

"Is that hot for you, knowing I've been naughty like that before?" She asked. "Did I make you spill your sperm all over yourself because of that?"

"Yes," I groaned. My hands clutched at her. I wanted her. Her reminding me of the helpless way I had spilled all over myself last night wasn't helping. It had been an overwhelmingly intense orgasm. Days of pent of sperm sprayed everywhere in a sticky mess -- all over my hand and stomach and chest, but not in Sun Hee. Not in Sun Hee.

Sun Hee's eyes rolled back into her head as if visualizing every detail. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere. The way she kept grinding herself on top of me hurt my poor dick and aroused me all at the same time.

She looked back down at me and licked her lips. "Maybe I should make you wear a condom?"

"Please..." I said, not really knowing what I meant.

"You asked for one -- they didn't. Maybe that will be a rule. Maybe that will be your punishment for spilling."

That sounded like a terrible idea, and it made me crazy to know her exes had had her bare. I didn't realize it consciously until then, but I had started expecting to fuck her bare. Yet there was something about hearing Sun Hee say it out loud that was tremendously sexy. Her voice seemed to drip with desire, and it was such a naughty idea.

"I will, baby," I groaned, finding it strangely exciting to give in to her teasing. "I'll wear a condom." I would accept my punishment, even if now it felt unfair to have to be wrapped up, and we would finally have sex. We would have sex!

"Good," she said, putting her finger against my lips. Her long black hair spilled around her shoulders like a kind of dark halo. "That's your punishment for spilling and failing your promise."

She leaned back up and climbed off of me. A change seemed to come over her as she looked back at me. Sun Hee acted suddenly stern in a way I had never seen before, and she spoke in a tone that brooked no discussion. "But you still owe me two -- or rather, three -- days of chastity. And I will have it."

She got up from the bed to get her cardigan and pulled in around her chest, hiding her breasts from view. The way she stood over me signaled clearly that she had come to some kind of decision. "Thank you for telling me the truth," she said. "I'm disappointed you masturbated again when we agreed you wouldn't do so without my permission."

I felt crushed to have disappointed Sun Hee, and I'm sure I must have looked chastened. I found myself wondering where this was leading. There was a serious side to this Korean girl, but I had never seen her so demanding before.

"I wasn't sure about this before, but now it seems necessary," she said. Petite as she was, she looked in charge. Koreans could be intimidating.

Sun Hee leaned over and reached into her nightstand table, withdrawing a small white cardboard box which she placed tenderly on the soft mattress in front of her. As she flashed her eyes down at me, she looked nervous and vulnerable, yet her smile betrayed a genuine excitement. I was intrigued.

"I hope you like it."

"Whatever it is, I'm sure I will," I assured her.

The box felt light and delicate as I carefully broke the seal and lifted the lid. At first I didn't know what I was looking at. Then I felt my face flush as I realized the curving clear plastic inside the box was a chastity cage. I didn't know what to say, but my dick spoke for me. It surged erect.

Seeing my reaction, Sun Hee bit her lip and smiled mischievously. "I see by your reaction you know what this is?" she asked.

I nodded, still speechless. I knew what it was, though I had never seen one before and certainly never imagined I would be holding one. More to the point, how did she know what it was?

Sun Hee reached down into the box and pulled out the cage, balancing the device in her delicate hands. Her fingertips traced over the smooth surface, light reflecting off the shining curves. "Your cock goes in here," she whispered seductively and demonstrated with her finger. "And then it can't come out again until the cage is removed." Then she brought the cage to her lips and kissed the dome. There was lust in her eyes.

I couldn't help but imagine her finger as my cock, about to be locked inside her cage, and if anything I became harder still. My pulse pounded like a drum in my ears. I was frozen, mesmerized. An icy thrill traveled slowly down my spine until it made my sphincter clench in a deeply visceral combination of fear and excitement. She was going to take it away!

I was surprised how potent the idea was. Chastity was not something I had thought about before, but watching her thread her fingers through this prison and hearing her talk about caging my cock stirred something powerful inside me. It wasn't just that I was going to be locked, but that sweet little Sun Hee was going to lock me.

"You couldn't stay chaste on your own, and I understand. This will force you to say chaste. Do you understand that?" She spoke as though she were lecturing me. Her sudden harsh tone left no doubt that this was something she wanted to happen, and her new aggressive demeanor was doing little to help my erection.

"Yes, I understand," I quickly answered, feeling suddenly submissive. I felt so vulnerable lying on the bed half naked while she stood over me and lectured me.

"Baby, it is entirely your choice whether you let me put this cage on you. But if you do let me, then it is entirely up to my control. I control when the cage comes off and when it stays on. This is not something I take lightly. You know how much I want to have control and independence when it comes to sex, so you can imagine how much I like the idea of having this control over you."

I simply nodded my head, unable to find words while looking at the object that was about to take away control over my own sex life and give that control to little Sun Hee. My cock, however, had no need for words and proclaimed its feelings by standing straight up and pulsing untouched.




Sun Hee Ch. 02



"Do you want me to put this cage on you?" Sun Hee's eyes were wet with a naked desire that astonished me.

"I-I do," I breathed.

The look of pure excitement on her face erased all lingering doubt. She looked as giddy as a girl who had just been given her first new car.

"Then let's get this on you," she said. "I've so wanted to lock someone up, and you've been so sweet and so understanding. You're very special to me. I can't believe I'm actually going to have this power over you."

Sun Hee quickly got up and ducked out into the common room. She came right back with a block of blue ice from her mini fridge. Working with purpose, she pushed me back onto the bed and positioned me with my legs apart and my penis in easy reach. Then she lifted up the blue ice and placed it directly on my genitals. The sudden cold made me want to jerk away and cover myself, but she deftly knocked my hands away.

She worked with the combination of solicitousness and practiced efficiency of a nurse, and before I knew it, my throbbing cock had deflated to the point that it was completely limp and smaller than I can remember being.

Sun Hee giggled, doing little to mask her delight in my situation. "There we go, all nice and small just like I need it."

I watched in fascination as Sun Hee threaded my now deflated penis and balls through the ring until it was seated at the base of my shaft. As she fumbled with the pins, I instinctively reached out to help.

My normally reserved girlfriend immediately scolded me. "Leave it!" she barked. "Or do I need to tie your hands over your head so you don't mess with my property?" Her stern face made it clear I was interfering in what was now her business.

I raised my hands in surrender. With a smirk of triumph, Sun Hee slide the cage over the head of my penis and fit it into place.

"There," she said. "It's on. "How does this feel? Is it ok?" She wiggled to cage around, testing that it was loose enough for my penis to breath but tight enough that there would be no escape.

"Yeah, it feels ok. Surprisingly comfortable."

She nodded, satisfied.

"Now, it's time." As she stood above me her cardigan fell open and I could see that her breasts were standing tall and her nipples were rock hard. Sun Hee was excited! Never have I felt more intimidated by a 5'4'' Korean girl.

She reached over to the white cardboard box and deftly plucked a small pink, heart-shaped padlock from inside. The pink lock had the image of some kind of anime character on it. Following my eye, she smirked and said, "So you remember who has you locked." 

"We'll start with the three days you owe me," Sun Hee continued. "If you're good, I'll unlock you. If not..." She shrugged eloquently. "Maybe I won't."

With that she threaded the padlock through the cage but didn't close it. Feeling its weight made this suddenly real. Having been drawn along by her enthusiasm, I found myself excited, but scared. I had no idea what this would be like or where it might lead.

Sun Hee's hand hovered around the lock as she looked into my eyes. She was breathing heavily and her chest was heaving. "I want you to ask me," she said. "Ask me to close this lock. Ask me to lock this cage. Offer me control over all your orgasms!"

Shit! I was breathing heavy, unsure how I really felt, but I blindly rushed in. Her excitement was contagious and I knew I wanted to please her.

"Do it, Sun Hee," I said, feeling a kind of submissive frenzy. "Lock me. Lock me, Sun Hee. Make me yours. Make me chaste for you. If you close that lock you will have complete and utter control. It will be your choice and yours alone whether to open it again. Take that control, Sun Hee. Take--"

A very loud click suddenly echoed through the room. Sun Hee looked positively wolfish. I knew then and there that the deed was done and free orgasms were now a thing of the past. She threw herself against me and attacked with a passionate kiss that knocked me over. I felt her heart racing against my chest, and I had a feeling that tonight had awakened a monster, an adorable Korean monster but a monster none the less.

"God, I want you to lick me," Sun Hee panted. She yanked off her cardigan and flopped back on the bed, hurriedly kicking off her shorts. With her back arched and her legs spread like that, I needed no further encouragement. Her breasts seemed to splay out against the sides of her top almost obscenely as I dove for her delicious mound between her legs. Never before had I licked with such urgency or desire. Curious about the effect of my new cage, I felt pressure in my balls building as the cage resisted any chance for my cock to grow hard. The head of my penis swelled against the limits of the cage in a way that was uncomfortable and rendered my acutely aware of my new condition, but it wasn't painful. Instead, the cage seemed to reflect my sexual energy back into my balls and spine -- a sexual energy I felt myself passing on to Sun Hee. Even more than before, it felt like my own need for orgasm was flowing into her petite body, adding to her own pleasure.

And Sun Hee greedily drank it up. My teeth teased too roughly against her clit making her yelp in momentary pain, but that slowed down neither her nor me. Soon the speed of her breath was increasing. Her taut breasts became even more obscene as her back arched more urgently. She ground against my face roughly, careless of my needs, as high-pitched cries tore from her throat. Her orgasm came quick and hard. Her hands clawed at the sheets and her legs clamped hard around me. She cried out, a sound that surely told her neighbors of her pleasure. Her body stiffened one last time, holding, shaking, and then abruptly went slack.

Sun Hee immediately pulled me to her for a kiss. "Wow," she said. "I really liked that." Then she looked at me. "Are you ok?"

I nodded.

She reached down to clutch her new property, my cage, though in truth I could barely feel her through the plastic. "How does this feel? Not too uncomfortable?"

"Strange," I said honestly. It still felt so new I didn't know what to think. "But not uncomfortable. It's ok."

"Good." She smiled and patted my locked cock. "It looks so cute."

Then that new, more commanding side of Sun Hee reappeared. She brusquely pulled her cardigan back on, wrapping her breasts, and slid into her shorts. Then she sat up and briskly set about clearing away the remainders on her bed. The key to my cage she tossed casually into a nearby jewelry box amongst her rings and earrings and assorted trinkets.

"Then get out of here," she said, her voice suddenly cold and businesslike. "I need to study."



Sun Hee Ch. 03



Try to imagine my walk home that night from Sun Hee's dorm, after having just been caged by her and then unceremoniously dismissed.

It was a long walk in the dark across campus, and that gave me a lot of time to think and a lot to think about. But in truth I really only thought about the cage that was now locked around my sex. It felt like some invisible force that simply stopped my ability to get erect. It wasn't pushing against me or crushing me or... anything. It was just a wall. And that wall was Sun Hee.

It kind of excited me what had happened. No, it definitely excited me. But it also freaked me out. How had this happened!? And who was this cute little Korean girl who could so easily coax me into this situation? Where was she taking me?

Once I got back to my dorm room alone, the spell wore off and reality started to set it. The chastity cage that Sun Hee had just locked on me didn't hurt, though it did rub and pinch a little at times, but I found myself constantly aware of it. I kept having to fighting the impulse to reach down to my crotch and adjust myself.

And it was that constant, insistent awareness of the thing that was really the problem. I couldn't stop thinking about it, which meant I couldn't think about anything else. Alone in my room I \ tried hard to distract myself but failed miserably. 

My first impulse was to text Sun Hee, but she had made it pretty clear she wanted to focus on her studies. Besides, I wasn't sure how I felt about the way she had so coldly tossed me out of her room. My next thought was porn. How many hours had I spent at night in front of my laptop stroking to endless images for my pleasure? But tempting as those images were I knew they would only intensify the discomfort of my new predicament. Besides, doing so felt unfaithful to my Sun Hee, and an odd but definite effect of wearing her cage was an intense sensation of her watching over my shoulder. Somehow, I felt that my actions were no longer completely my own; I was answerable to her now and needed to work to please her.

Video games ended in similar failure. I couldn't focus for the persistent barrier between my legs, and too distracted to study myself and too horny to really enjoy anything else, I ended up flopping about the room aimlessly until I has exhausted myself enough to try going to sleep.

Even then it was many hours before I finally drifted off. Sleeping on my stomach was now out because of the chastity device, and in truth no position seemed to alleviate the buzzing in my balls or accommodate the implacable fact of the cage. Never before had I had a night with so much vigorous tossing and turning in bed, laced through with vivid dream images of Sun Hee, variously dressed and naked, calling to me, giggling at me, and crying out in pleasure. Her roommate Jin Sook, too. For some reason a dream image of her leaning over me as though leaning over a small child kept recurring. And a jumble of so many more.

Morning would feel different, I told myself. But it didn't.

It was the small details that made for interesting discoveries. A hot shower felt heavenly. The warm water soothed the chafing caused by the plastic cage, and the nagging need to cum relaxed into a feeling of calm and alertness. Using the bathroom, however, was unexpectedly awkward. The urinal was out; I had to sit down to pee. That wasn't so bad, but the communal nature of the dorm bathroom made lowering my pants to expose the cage, even in the relative privacy of a stall, feel vulnerable and potentially humiliating. I could all too vividly imagine the reaction if any of the guys in my dorm were to catch a glimpse of my "predicament." The pink lock Sun Hee had used made me all the more self-conscious, as she had predicted. The girly padlock served a vivid reminder of just who had locked my manhood.

The other thing I discovered in the morning on my way to class - perhaps not so surprising - is that the cage made me hyper aware of every woman around me. Dozens of them. Hundreds. In the warm morning sun. All going about their day, laughing and talking, with friends and without, alongside other guys and on their own. Freely and without a care.

At one point I became absolutely mesmerized by a willowy blond girl as she crossed the quad in the distance. She was wearing this incredible long skirt of some blood red cloth. The skirt was impossibly long, draping her muscular legs all the way down to the ground, obscuring even her feet, and the fabric billowed and shone with every rhythmic movement of her legs. It called to mind bedsheets being shaken in the wind. I was so entranced that I had actually stopped walking, my jaw literally open, as she crossed my path.

Hyper-aware, I was drinking in every detail, but it wasn't lust I was feeling. Well, it was, but it was a lust of a different kind. Instead of imagining what it would like to date the women I saw or, well, to fuck them, I simply felt myself awash in their beauty and power. It was a more introspective desire. A more... impotent desire. I shied away from that word, but a part of me recognized it was the right word even as I rebelled against the idea.

The words kept running like a refrain through my mind: shit, I'm caged... I'm locked... this girl is beyond me now.

***

Eager to see Sun Hee, I arrived at our Sociology class early and chose a seat near the door so I would be sure to see her when she came in. As she stepped through the door, Sun Hee seemed to look especially beautiful. I'm sure part of that was an effect of the cage I was wearing, but it was more than that. Clearly she had taken extra time with her hair and outfit this morning, and it showed. She wore one of the new tops we had picked out together and that I bought for her, a bright yellow v-neck modal shirt tailored to highlight her cleavage and a pair of impossibly tight white short shorts. Her shorts set off her long, smooth legs ending in a pair of simple high heels. But what really set off her outfit was the bright blue ribbon she wore as a choker around her neck. It made her neck look impossibly sexy and vulnerable at the same time, and drew the gaze upwards to the tempting inward curve between her breasts now made so visibly on display by her new top.

The outfit was hardly slutty, elegant more than anything, but it marked a pronounced shift from the usual way she dressed. And it was definitely going to be earning her some extra attention. She looked stunning.

The flush of happiness I felt when I saw that her eyes were scanning to room to find me, too, filled me with a reassuring sense of well being. Our eyes met, and Sun Hee's wide mouth opened into a natural smile. She seemed a bit shy, anxious perhaps about how I was feeling after what happened the night before. But seeing my eager smile seemed to put her mind at ease. It felt good to see her.

She didn't sit with me though. She never did. Serious about her classes, Sun Hee didn't want distractions while she took notes and paid careful attention to the lecture. Instead, she gave me a quick wave and walked past toward the front of the room.

I followed her hips longingly, all too aware of the cage around my cock. It all seemed so wild and unreal. This girl had locked me in a chastity cage! This shy, unassuming, beautiful girl - who, until recently, most people glanced over without noticing because of her studious manner and reserved demeanor - had put a cage on me and taken total control of my manhood. I was hers!

But she didn't seem so shy today. There seemed to be an extra sway to her hips, and she bore herself with a confidence I wasn't used to seeing in her. She waved an uncharacteristically animated hello to one of her Korean friends, and waved again to someone off to the side I didn't recognize, a guy, then took her seat. Her tight little butt perched delicately in her chair and her back stood straight.

She may have sat four rows up so as not to be distracted, but I can tell you that didn't work for me. I was hopelessly distracted the entire class. I found myself staring at her, watching every idle move of her fingers through her hair and every shift of her hips as she crossed and recrossed her long legs. The more I watched her, the more the low buzzing sensation in my nether region grew and spread throughout my body. The constant stimulation - or rather, absence of stimulation - made it hard to sit still.

I tried really hard to focus on the lecture, to give myself a rest from this constant state of arousal if nothing else, and for a time I thought I was succeeding. Twenty minutes passed, but the lecture was only a dull rumble in the corner of my mind. It was that buzzing that I was really listening to as I continued to stare at the back of Sun Hee's head.

Abruptly, my reverie was disrupted by the suddenly shuffling and standing of the end of class, and a shadow stood over me. It was Sun Hee! I felt a little embarrassed how happy that made me!

She leaned close, her body almost but not quite touching mine, and she whispered into my ear, "I locked your cock last night!" She said it with joy.

Hearing it made me blush, as did feeling her tiny hand reach down surreptitiously to feel the cage in my pants. It was like she had pushed a button, and my cock instantly leapt erect. Or tried to - but of course it couldn't. I was blocked.

"Yes, you did," I grinned back.

"I like it!" she squealed.

I don't know what I expected in her behavior, but I didn't expect this. I didn't expect Sun Hee squealing like a kid in a candy store with a self-satisfied grin pasted across her face. She fairly bounced up and down, and her little display of excitement had the whole class looking back in our direction as they shuffled out of the room. I reddened under so many pairs of eyes, but of course they could have no idea why Sun Hee was giggling.

I was so in love with this girl she pretty much already ruled me, but now with her cage locked around my cock, she had to know it. The mysterious smile on her face told me I might be in for trouble. She took my hand and held on fiercely as we walked out the door, and I felt my own fierce pride to be with this sexy little girl. Sure, she had locked me, but that just meant she liked me enough to want that control.

At least two different guys not-so-subtly checked her out as they moved past, one even leaning in so he could get a good look at the curve of Sun Hee's exposed breasts, but mostly it just amused me. Don't they know she has a boyfriend? She was mine; and very literally I was hers. I shook my head and snorted. They didn't have a chance. Not that I could blame them for looking - her new outfit was very definitely eye-catching. And she wore it well with a new level of confidence and self-assertion.

But when that tall guy called out to her from down the hall. Sebastian.

"Oh, hey," she called back. "Good class, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," the guy replied. "And hey, here are your notes back. Thanks for letting me borrow them." Several inches taller than me and well dressed in a casual blazer and shirt, he towered above her in a way that made her seem petite and girlish in comparison. When did he borrow her notes?

"Sure thing," Sun Hee said, fumbling for the folder in his hands. "Oh, do you know my friend here?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sebastian glanced my way, and we exchanged awkward pleasantries.

Even as she held my hand, her use of the word "friend" rather than "boyfriend" didn't escape my notice. It stung, but it also made me aware of the cage around my cock in a way that was surprisingly exciting. In fact, even as she held onto my hand the whole time, her attention was on him, and she made no secret of letting him enjoy a look down her new top.

It was like Sun Hee was communicated some kind of secret. She wanted him to see we were together but at the same time wanted him to see her - and to enjoy her.

Her grip tightened on me as he gazed down at her. There was definitely a charge between them as they flirted, I felt the energy between them, and then, as he took his leave, he pulled her in for a hug. Only then did Sun Hee release my hand, forcing me reluctantly to let go, as she leaned into him and slipped her arm around his waist to say goodbye.

Numb, I struggled to understand my own feelings. She had teased me about him when she locked me, and now she leaning into him right in front of me, her breasts pressing against his broad chest. I felt jealous - but intensely helpless. And strangely, more than anything, I found myself focused on her feelings. I felt glad she was enjoying this and weirdly proud that she had gained his attention. It was a shock to discover that having my genitals under her lock and key could have this kind of effect.

Once he walked away, Sun Hee turned and shot me a defiant look. "I bet I know what you were thinking about," she smirked while biting her lip.

She was right, of course. Unbidden, the image pushed into my mind of her lifting her dress to flash her pussy, but this time, she was lifting her dress for him. My cock seemed to shrivel inside its cage even as I grew more aroused.

I wanted to pounce on her right then and there, and drag her back to my room for some privacy, and judging from the look in her eyes, Sun Hee wanted that, too.

"Come on, baby, let's skip your next class and go back to my dorm," I begged. Then I leaned in and whispered, "I want to lick your pussy so bad right now!"

"Mmm, I like that," Sun Hee exclaimed. "But I can't."

Still, ever the studious and responsible girl, she clearly looked tempted, and I think I might have actually persuaded her. Except right then I heard a high, accented voice call from behind us, "Sun Hee, there you are!" It was her Korean roommate and two of her friends.

Her roommate Jin Sook especially intimated me. She was gangnam, which is to say she came from money, and she let people know it. Where Sun Hee was petite and busty, shy but with a warm enthusiasm that earned her the nickname "Sunny" from her American friends who sounded out the two syllables of her first name "Sun Hee," Jin Sook Lee kept herself aloof. She was tall and willowy, with small breasts but striking features. She always dressed in a carefully matching outfit and today carried an expensive purse by some designer I had never heard of.

Needless to say, she did not approve of me at all.

So when I heard her call out to Sun Hee, I felt even more painfully aware of the chastity cage, and I knew any chance to lure my girlfriend away was gone.

Reserved about public displays of affection, Sun Hee immediately dropped my hand and greeted her friends in rapid Korean. The three of them gathered around and traded conversation I couldn't follow, giggling and gesturing about something. I found it a little rude when her friends spoke in Korean in front of me like this, but I was used to it. Plus, I was in no position to argue.

Ignored, I ventured putting my arm around Sun Hee is a side hug. I guess I wanted to reassert my claim in some way, but Sun Hee just pulled away. When I reached for her again, she batted my arm to the side like she would a misbehaving puppy. But at least that got her attention.

Sun Hee looked at me pointedly with an annoyed smile and batted her eyelashes, slowly and deliberately. Her eyes were one of her best features: large and expressive, with a sexy little cat's eye drawn on with eyeliner. In a mock-serious voice she said, "Look, I know you're struggling with that little... predicament you're in, but that's not really my problem, now is it?"

"I..." Coded as it was, her message was clear, and hearing her speak that way made the persistent feeling of arousal even more intense. She had my cock pushing against its cage. Painfully so. And being reminded of how I was under her lock and key - scolded, really - in front of her Korean friends made it a million times worse. 

Jin Sook eyed me in a way that made me squirm, and it was almost as if, somehow, she knew. I felt small in front of her, and in front of Sun Hee, and smaller still when I heard the other girls tittering among themselves. I could only imagine what Jin Sook would think if she knew about the chastity cage my girlfriend had used to take control of my manhood.

I don't know why, but that only seemed to intensify my arousal. If fact, while before I had been awkwardly covering my crotch with my books, I found myself deliberately pulling my hands to the side under Jin Sook's gaze, even as I worried the outline of the cage might after all be visible. It was like I wanted her to know.

Sun Hee gave me a strange look, as if reading the thoughts in my mind. 

Surprisingly, I wasn't mad at Sun Hee for embarrassing me, I kind of liked it, and she seemed to know it. Still acting like she was talking about something else, she continued, "I know you're feeling a bit... constrained right now. But really it's your own fault."

Then she switched to Korean, and the other girls burst out laughing. I told myself it wasn't me they were laughing at - it wasn't! - but my face turned intensely red.

"Baby, I have to get to class," Sun Hee said. "I would tell you to be a good boy while I'm gone," she scolded and patted my bottom. "But I guess I don't have to worry about that now, do I?" Clearly she enjoyed both baffling her friends and tormenting me in front of them.

This time they were laughing at me as the group of girls turned and left me behind, skirts swaying around their hips.

***

It was late in the afternoon after many distracted hours trying to study in my room that I heard a faint knock at the door. My roommate was home, and I heard the tread of his feet as he crossed the floor to answer. It was Sun Hee's voice. I heard her saying something to my roommate, and I kept expecting her to appear in my doorway. She always came right in.

But this time moments turned to minutes, and she was still out there with my roommate. I heard them still talking in the outer room, unintelligible but animated. What was she doing out there?

A tingling sense of dread and anticipation brought me to the door. I peeked through, unobserved. There was Sun Hee in her gloriously sexy outfit, her perky tits straining against the yellow fabric of her top and her legs impossibly long in those high-waisted shorts. And there was my roommate standing near her. Close enough to be pushing the bounds of propriety.

She was sitting casually against the arm of the sofa with her chin raised, exposing her long neck, and above her, my roommate seemed to be inspecting the ribbon she wore there.

"See, it's just a simple ribbon," I heard her say. Her hand brushed the side of her neck to indicate the band around her delicate throat.

"Looks nice," he said. 

My roommate and I got along pretty well. He was a nice guy, and he had commented several times how lucky I was to be dating such a cute girl, saying he wished he had seen her first. He had even prodded me for details, and I'm embarrassed to admit I lied about getting into Sun Hee's pants and described for him how tight and eager her pussy was. It was a stupid thing to say, but he was the kind of guy who bagged a girl on the first date so I knew he wouldn't understand. And I certainly wasn't sure how I felt about him ogling my girlfriend this way. He didn't care about the ribbon; it was pretty obvious where his gaze was really drawn, and Sun Hee had to know it, too. His eyes were hungrily tracing their way along the delicate length of her exposed throat down into the deep cleavage of my girl's tits.

Not only was it obvious Sun Hee knew but, judging by the way her chest heaved and her fingers lingered at her throat, it seemed to excite her. Her tits looked like they might pop out of her tight top.

Just as I was about to interrupt things, feeling a little angry, Sun Hee saw me peeking through my door, and her face lit up. 




Sun Hee Ch. 03



"Hey, baby!" she called. My roommate casually pulled away as though nothing had happened, and in fact, maybe it had all just been innocent.

Feeling defensive, I pulled her into my room and closed the door, greedy to finally have her alone again. The moment the door closed I was attacking my little Sun Hee. I fell to my knees and started kissing down her body, lifting the hem of her top to kiss her flat stomach and then plunging between her legs to devour her pussy through her shorts. The hunger of my response surprised even me.

"Wow, baby," Sun Hee laughed. "Somebody is really eager to see me." She held her hand on the top of my head to steady herself and let herself squirm in pleasure.

But it wasn't enough. My fingers fumbled at her buttons, hungry to tear her shorts off her. I needed her pussy. Being locked in this cage had been making me think about her pussy all morning. Moving quick and rough, I shucked off her clothes until her shorts and thong lay pooled around her high heels.

The smell of Sun Hee's wet sex immediately filled the room, and I inhaled the heat coming from her pussy. She was as aroused as I was.

She looked down at me with big, watery eyes - "fuck me" eyes - as I leaned in to kiss her little cunt. Her body quivered under the touch of my lips, and she let out a gasp. Still on my knees, I nuzzled deeper between her legs, my nose nudging against the hood of her clit. She was so wet, and I needed the taste of her on my tongue.

I dove in. Hungry and eager. Being on my knees with her standing before me, the angle was bad and it was difficult to really get my tongue up inside her, but what she lost from that I made up for in enthusiasm. Hearing her little gasps and moans above me was music in my ears.

"Yes, baby," Sun Hee urged. "Lick me... lick me..."

The way her hand on my head pulled me toward her felt right, and in my submissive haze I wanted her to be rougher still. Pull me harder, really grind my face up into her pussy.

But soon the awkwardness of trying to get her off in the middle of the floor got the better of us, and we tumbled together into the bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other as we cuddled.

"Wow, somebody is really happy to see me," Sun Hee giggled.

"Well, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you locked me in this cage," I said playfully.

That earned a big, long kiss. "Mmm," she said. "I like that. I like that a lot."

We held each other for a while, even dozing a bit, and despite the still-persistent buzz between my legs I felt at peace. It felt so good pressing up against this girl and smelling her skin, and however much the last few days had been a rollercoaster of excitement and hurt feelings, it just felt right being with her.

After some time, Sun Hee lifted her head and pierced me with her eyes. "I want to see my new toy," she said, her voice husky with desire. Just like that she popped up to her knees and was tearing at my fly. Soon she had my pants and underwear bunched down around my ankles, and she was leaning over my exposed crotch, inspecting my cage.

"Wow!" she said as she tapped her nail against the clear plastic. "You're really locked in there, aren't you?"

I laughed, marveling at how naked and vulnerable I felt in front of her with my pants down around my ankles. "Well, yes, Sun Hee, what did you expect?"

She giggled and smiled. "I know, it's just crazy to see the cage on you. I mean, I know I put it on you, but it feels really intense to actually see it on you! I guess you really are trapped in there." 

She tapped again on the plastic and ran her fingers along the smooth curve of the cage. The cognitive dissonance for me was crazy and confusing: here she was running her hand along my cock and yet I felt nothing. Nothing! Just the faintest hint of pressure. That made the sudden moments when her finger passed along the vents especially intense. My whole body bucked and trembled from the sudden, fleeting, and deeply unsatisfying heat of her finger as she briefly touched the parts of my skin pressing through the holes.

Sun Hee noticed the reaction, which brought a smile to her face. She leaned down for a closer inspection, her face just inches away as she studied her handiwork from every angle. It was a curiously intense experience. Once or twice I've been lucky enough to have a girl this close to my penis for a brief blowjob, but I've never had a girl this close just to study my junk. I felt intensely vulnerable in a way I couldn't explain.

Sun Hee, however, was intensely fascinated. "It looks so cute and little!" she exclaimed.

"Baby, you know it's kind of embarrassing to be called that." Stretched out on my back on the bed, I felt deeply submissive under her inspection, so it was hard for me to speak up.

Sun Hee looked up surprised. She seemed genuinely not to understand at first. "You mean 'little'? But it is." She tapped the plastic fondly. "In its little cage he does look little."

I groaned hearing her say it again, and then she shot me a look that was knowingly naughty. "What?" she asked playfully. "You don't want to be little?" She smiled up at me as her hand cupped the cage and shook it side to side.

God, why did it turn me on to hear her say such things?

She gently blew warm air against the cage and delighted at the way my hips thrust up toward her helplessly. She blew again, and again my hips shook and trembled. It was like a reflex action, beyond conscious control. She clearly enjoyed toying with me.

"What does it feel like?" she asked. Her voice was suddenly quiet, and Sun Hee pulled her knee up under her chin as she looked at me.

I told her. I shared everything, every detail of what I had experienced since she locked me the night before, and Sun Hee listened with rapt attention. She was fascinated by how horny her cage had made me, and loved the way it made me think about her constantly.

"I really like knowing I have this control over you, baby," she said while lovingly caressing the curves of my cage.

I told her, too, about some of the unexpected realities. Hearing how I struggled to slept earned her sympathy, but she seemed genuinely curious hearing about how good it felt to clean the cage in the shower and how I now had to sit down to pee and how emasculating that felt.

"I guess I had never really thought about that," she said. "But it's ok? It doesn't hurt too much?"

"No," I assured her. "It feels strange, and it's frustrating, but I like wearing your cage."

"I'm not being too cruel?"

"No, I like you cruel." Strangely, it was true, even as I was learning just how dangerous it might be to tell her this.

Sun Hee looked thoughtful and quiet. Her hand idly played with the pink lock around the cage, tapping it against the plastic shell. When she spoke, she sounded strangely quiet, like she was confessing a secret. "I like being cruel."

The calmness of her voice as she said it sent a chill down my back, but also made my face flush with heat.

Then Sun Hee nuzzled closer and kissed me deeply. Suddenly the cute and sweet girl I first met was back again. I pulled her closer into my arms.

After a time I pulled back and asked, "What about you?"

"What do you mean? What about me?"

I gave Sun Hee a significant look, moving my eyes up and down her body. She was naked from the waist down, but she still had on her revealing new yellow top and that bright blue ribbon around her neck. She blushed a little under my gaze, and I have to say it felt good to turn the tables a little.

"You look a little... dressed up today," I remarked. "And if I'm not mistaken you seem to enjoy the attention you're getting."

Sun Hee shyly turned her head to the side, but she didn't deny it. "I guess so... I mean, yeah, I like it." Her hand moved to breasts, and her fingers traced along the inward curve of her large, perky tits. I don't think she was conscious of how she was touching herself.

Staring off into space, she said, "I like the way it feels knowing guys find me sexy. Does that make me bad?" Sun Hee sounded thoughtful, as if she were talking to herself more than really asking my opinion.

I hung on every word. Infatuated as I was with this girl, I wanted so much to understand her.

Feeling my eyes on her, Sun Hee turned back my way and started idly caressing the plastic of my cage again. "I guess if I'm honest, when I saw Sebastian coming over to talk to me this morning, I felt horny. I was excited to see him. I didn't mean to ignore you, I just was really caught up in the moment." She tapped on the cage thoughtfully. "And I guess having locked you in this cage gave me the confidence and the... permission... to flirt. I felt so alive and in charge!"

The heat from between her legs intensified as she relived the moment. It was intense to hear her confess this sexual feeling for another man, but strangely I didn't feel as jealous as when she had brought it up in the past. Maybe it was an effect of the cage. Or maybe it was because I could feel her arousal palpable in the room, like I was part of it, too.

My hand moved to the V behind her legs. I could feel her heat against my skin. Her legs parted for me, and I found her wetness. Her pussy was swollen and soaking as my fingers gently probed inside.

"So you noticed him staring at your tits?" I was almost afraid of her answer even as our shared arousal compelled me to ask. I wanted it.

"Yes!" Sun Hee gushed. Her legs clamped around me, and her hips pressed forward rhythmically. Her eyes closed, she seemed to be urging me deeper. I knew without question she was thinking about him, but that made it even hotter to be pushing my fingers deeper inside her.

"Tell me how it feels?" I urged.

I meant how it felt having my fingers inside her, but Sun Hee took it the other way. "It feels vulnerable when he's looking at me. I feel so... exposed with so much of my cleavage showing like this. And I feel so..." She paused and looked at me as she chose the right word. "... open."

She seemed to be pleading with me with her eyes, which were heavy-lidded with desire. "Honestly, if he had tried to kiss me, I don't know if I would have stopped him."

This confession opened a silence between us, neither of us sure what to say.

"Are you mad?" She clearly meant the question to sound defiant, but there was a vulnerable look in her face.

"No." Strangely, I wasn't. Part of me felt hurt and small because of what she said, but I genuinely appreciated that she was honest. That was what felt so magical between us: we talked honestly and shared. I felt like I knew her. And I wanted her to be happy.

Sun Hee held my eyes for a long time, then smiled. Something of her mischievousness returned. "I didn't think so. Judging by the way you were spying on me with your roommate, I think you liked it."

"Wait, what?" I sputtered. "You saw?"

Sun Hee nodded matter of factly. My face reddened; I should have known.

"Yes, I saw," she said, looking smug. "And you liked it."

"I..."

"Why else did you wait so long before interrupting us?" Her tone suggested she knew she had my number.

Flustered, my mind searched for excuses, but Sun Hee leaned down and looked straight at me with an aura of command. "Admit it!" she insisted. "You liked him looking at me?"

"Yes..." Did I?

Not yet satisfied, Sun Hee pressed her advantage. "And you liked me flirting with him?"

"Yes..." I breathed.

Smiling, Sun Hee lifted her leg to straddle me and then lowered herself until her body was only inches above mine. My body yearned to feel her against me and the heat from her pussy was like a siren song for my poor trapped manhood, but she held me pinned. She looked down at me with a calm smile, both loving and cruel.

"I want to hear you say the words," she insisted.

"What?" I knew exactly what she was asking, and some part of me wanted to say it. But I was afraid.

She kissed me gently and repeated herself. "I want to hear you say the words."

I groaned and gave in. "I liked it, baby. I liked you flirting with my roommate."

Sun Hee smiled, triumphant. It had nothing to do with my roommate, at least I think it didn't, it was about making me say it.

She tilted back her head, exposing her long neck. "And you wanted him to touch my ribbon?"

I gasped and my poor cock pushed hard against the cage. What she was describing was so innocent and yet seemed so shockingly sexual. "Yes..." I breathed. "I want him to have your ribbon."

Somewhere in the sexual fog of my brain, I realized I had changed the wording. Sun Hee seemed to notice, too.

She arched her shoulders back and leaned forward, giving me a generous view down her cleavage. My mouth watered seeing her nipples poke against the fabric of her top. She clearly enjoyed the attention she was getting, and the power she had over me. She wanted to feel more of that power. Her hands moved to the hem of her top, ready to take it off, but she held there, biting her lip, and pinning me with her gaze. Sun Hee knew how badly I wanted her to show me her tits, but she was going to make me beg for it.

So I begged. "Please..."

Savoring her victory, she quickly shrugged the top over her shoulders and popped the clasp of her bra so that her large pert breasts suddenly sprang into view above me. Large and full, looking especially big on her tiny frame, her breasts stood out proudly, her skin like golden honey. Her nipples, only slightly darker, were hard and erect. God, she was sexy.

Sun Hee clearly knew the effect her breasts were having, and she wanted to see how far she could push me. "Do you think he'll like my tits?" 

She shook them a little, making them bounce side to side. 

Sun Hee asked the question playfully, and somehow the answer just popped out of me. "God, yes."

"Should I show him? Should I show him my tits?"

"Baby!"

Sun Hee giggled, then she did something that really rocked my world. She shifted her hips down toward mine, and the sudden heat and wetness of her pussy against my cock, caged or not, sent a spark of lightning through me. I gasped out loud and my arms wrapped around her naked body, pulling her to me, as my hips quivered and thrust up against her.

My actions were reflexive yet hopeless. I should have been able to thrust up inside her with ease. After all nature pairs us with the deeply wired ability for a cock to find its way into an available pussy, and her pussy was definitely wet and available. But instead, with that pesky plastic cage locked around me all I could do was push blindly and helplessly against her, feeling her heat but nothing more.

I have never - never - felt as frustrated and helpless as at that moment. And it made Sun Hee burst into gleeful laughter as she wiggled her way down my body. At first I felt disappointed she was moving; the heat of her pussy, as frustrating as it was, felt astonishing. But then she stopped with her mouth even with my cock.

Her eyes held mine as she looked up at me from classic blowjob position. Nestled on her knees between my legs, Sun Hee leaned over my cock with her mouth hovering only inches away. My heart pounded faster, and my pulse raced in my ears. The sexual charge between us was agonizing. My sweet, sweet girlfriend - the Korean girl who seemed so innocent and shy that only days ago I worried she wasn't ready for sex - was now teasing with her blowjob lips ready to wrap wet and warm around my desperately eager cock.

Except for that damn cage!

"Oh my god, baby," I moaned. "You have no idea what that does to me."

"Oh yeah?" she asked playfully. "Tell me."

"God, I just want to feel your lips around me, baby... please..." I felt so turned on I worried my cock might break the plastic, and it was starting to hurt.

"Like this?" Sun Hee asked, and wrapping her lips around the plastic of the cage, she lowered her mouth around me.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I let out a long, agonized groan. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Sun Hee's lips wrapped around me looked unbelievably sexy. Lewd even. This cute and innocent-seeming girl was fulfilling my dream of a blowjob.

"Baby..." I panted. "... baby..."

Slowly, sensuously, while keeping eye contact, Sun Hee sucked me into her mouth again, and this time I felt her tongue brush along my exposed balls.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Sun Hee asked. She wasn't teasing; she genuinely wanted to know.

"Yes," I assured her. "So good. But it also hurts." She felt it too, the painful way my penis strained under her touch. "Please... please, take the cage off... Just for a little."

Sun Hee listened thoughtfully. "I'll unlock you. But you absolutely are not allowed to cum," she scolded. In truth, I think the only reason she agreed was she wanted to watch me get hard. She twisted aside to where she had piled her things and pulled out the key. With a little click, I was finally free.

I expected my cock to immediately explode into erection, and by the look on her face, Sun Hee did, too. But instead, my dick kind of flopped out, as if shy after being locked so long. I almost started to worry something might be wrong, but then with just the barest touch of Sun Hee's hand, I felt the blood start to rush into my dick, and it moments, my cock was pointing angrily up at the ceiling.

Sun Hee moaned appreciatively. "Mmm, I like watching that." She leaned down so she could watch closely as I twitched and strained. "I've never gotten to have control over a guy before. In Korea, guys just take what they want and expect me to accommodate them. But now, what matters is what I want. It makes me so hot to see you suffer for me, baby."

"Please," I begged and flexed my hips, making my angry cock poke toward her. "Please... I want to feel your mouth."

But she brusquely pulled away. "No, no, you haven't earned that yet. Besides, what did we say about not cumming?" Sun Hee shook her head, but instead gently stroked her hand along the rigid length of my shaft. Kneeling primly between my legs, Sun Hee would have looked almost angelic, if not for the way her naked body oozed sexual desire. Wearing nothing but that delicate blue ribbon around her neck only amplified the effect.

"Don't you dare cum," Sun Hee commanded.

I'm honestly not sure my cock had ever been this erect before. The shaft pushed upright into the air, tall and eager, desperate for more of her sweet touch, quivering with need and excitement. I actually felt rather proud of how big I looked.

"Don't you dare cum," she repeated, while at the same time rubbing her finger gently around the sensitive rubbery rim of my cockhead, a sheen of pre-cum draped between me and her finger. "If you do cum, it won't be two more days - but two more weeks - before I let you out of that cage!"

I took her at her word. Part of me felt a weird, self-destructive impulse to cum anyway. The image of me spurting helplessly all over myself, defeated, was strangely compelling. But fortunately better sense prevailed. I clenched down hard on my p.c. muscle, struggling to hold back.

She kept teasing my sensitive head just a little as I struggled to regain control. She wrapped her fingers loosely around me and traced upwards, as though coaxing up my cum, until a single, perfect drop of thick white semen beaded at the top of my cock.

"Mmm," Sun Hee murmured as she delicately dipped her finger tip in that bead of cum and then - slowly, daintily - lifted it up to her wet lips.

"Oh, god," I gasped. "You are such a cruel little tease." I said it with a smile. As cruel as she was, her teasing was driving me wild.

"You claim I am being cruel, but really you are the one being selfish, you know," she said in a stern voice. Her finger tapped the head of my quivering cock to emphasize each word.

"What!?" I exclaimed, genuinely confounded.




Sun Hee Ch. 03



"I have needs, too," she pouted. "It must be hard for you being locked up, and believe me, I do rather enjoy it." She nosed toward me, almost... almost... almost touching her lips to the precum pooling at my urethra. "BUT I'm not getting fucked either."

Sun Hee leaned upright, her hands on her hips and her breasts proudly standing from her chest. I gaped at her, slow to understand.

"I'm not getting fucked either. Did you think of that?"

No. I mean, yes. Shit, I guess I hadn't really thought about. As much as I thought I was focused on her needs, somehow I just hadn't registered how badly she must need to get fucked. And with the sex drive Sun Hee had...

Thinking this was what she was asking for, I started to move down to lick her pussy, but Sun Hee stopped me and pushed me away. 

"No, baby, not tonight. It's just not the same as having a cock inside me."

***

Dance music was pounding, and strobes and lights pulsed with energy and excitement. Around us a crush of arms and legs and hips danced a high-energy rhythm, with faces flaring into being in flashes of bright lights before being swallowed again by the pounding darkness. Sun Hee was positively glowing with excitement, alive with an ecstatic energy that sparkled in her eyes with each flash of the strobe.

It was Friday night and Sun Hee and I were out with her friends at a nightclub. To my very great surprise, she loved dancing, and she had been giddy with excitement the whole night. My shy, reserved little love couldn't help herself once the music started her moving. While she struggled to feel at ease in social situations, for whatever reason she could really let herself go on the dance floor. And wow did she let go. Her long black hair flailed about her like a mad woman as she shook her narrow hips and moved herself in complex, fluid rhythms. She wasn't necessarily the best out there on the dance floor, but she wasn't bad either. Far better than me. What mattered was that her enthusiasm was contagious, and I was quite happily doing my best to keep up with her. 

Let me tell you, she looked sexy as hell. She wore the dress I had bought for her as a special gift, and it looked great on her. The bright green of her dress made a striking contrast against her long black hair as it bounced and fell around her shoulders, and the white band around the collar, sleeves and hem turned out to have some kind of glow-in-the-dark quality, turning neon in the black light - making a perfect outline of her perfect little body in the darkness. And when the strobes flashed she treated everyone around with a generous helping of her pert cleavage.

Sun Hee's growing comfort with Western-style standards of dress definitely didn't have me complaining.

She was delirious with energy, and I was riding high, too. Despite the constant sexual frustration of being caged, or maybe because of it, I never felt happier with Sun Hee. Of course, it also made me pretty darn happy that today was day three of my chastity sentence. Tonight, when we went home together, Sun Hee was finally going to unlock me, and I was very, very excited about finally getting my hands on her the way I deserved. Watching her tight little body move so sinuously was giving me delicious ideas about what the night had in store.

When the song ended, as if reading each other's minds we took a break together and returned to the tables. Her friends had a perfect set-up, right by the edge of the dance floor. Exhausted, I flopped down into one of the high chairs and gulped my beer while Sun Hee scurried up to her girlfriends.

This was one of the first real social hangouts with her group of Korean friends, and while I was feeling awkward and apprehensive, so far things seemed to be going ok. Her friends mostly ignored me.

Her roommate Jin Sook was wearing a pair of impossibly tight black high-waisted shorts that made her already long legs look astonishing, and the black spike heel ankle boots she wore with it only amplified the effect. Her white shirt, adorned with rhinestones and tiny mirrors, may have been buttoned to her neck, but she wore the shirt tails tied at her navel to reveal the graceful curve of her tapered abdomen.

I was completely in love with Sun Hee, but I couldn't deny Jin Sook's sexual appeal and she knew it. In fact, it seemed to amuse her. She was clearly the alpha of the group, and I suppose my wandering eye, especially as I was dating her friend, only served to reinforce her dominant position. Despite myself, the way she seemed to smirk every time she caught me looking made my chastity cage feel tighter. For reasons I did not understand, the knowledge that even if in some bizarre circumstance Jin Sook were to make a move on me I would be physically incapable of acting on it - somehow I found that knowledge strangely exciting.

In fact, being locked by Sun Hee in this chastity cage was inflecting the whole evening. I saw everything as though through the lens of that inexorable plastic cage. The cage had me sidelined. And it wasn't just Sun Hee who had me feeling blocked. Raw sex was everywhere around me, hot women in skimpy outfits rubbing and grinding against men, sweating in the animal heat of the club, hormones everywhere. I felt it, too, yet I was agonizingly aware of how the cage cut me off from any possibility of that.

Out on the dance floor I kept worrying that some random woman might start to dance with me, and then, grinding her body up against me, she would immediately register the strange plastic bulge between my legs. I kept imagining the look of puzzlement on her face - or, if she recognized what it was, the look of contempt - and the potential humiliation of being exposed this way held a strange fascination over me.

It wasn't a particularly realistic fear, of course. Sun Hee had staked her claim on me, and I never left her side. And for her part, she delighted in reminding me of how I was in her control. All through the night she kept subtly rubbing her body against me and "accidentally" brushing her hand against my crotch. She would whisper in my ear about "how horny I must be feeling," and I kept whispering back that "I can't wait for tonight... I'm so excited for you to unlock me." She would pat my cheek in a loving way, and then turn and dance away.

It was intensely frustrating, but the whole experience also allowed me to observe the club with a kind of outsider's perspective. Before meeting Sun Hee I had never given much thought to dating Asian girls, but as I sat at the table amongst her group of friends I chuckled to think how daunting it would be for a guy to try to break into this group of Korean girls. They seemed to project a forcefield around themselves: impossibly hot and not for you. Sure, lots of guys at the club were checking them out - especially Sun Hee - and the predatory looks guys would flash our way made me feel proud to be with her. They would look at me with her and assume I was fucking her, and I liked that. They didn't have to know that her tight little Korean pussy was still unclaimed.

In fact, as Sun Hee got up to hit the dance floor again with two of her friends, SooYoung and Min Ha, some beefy guy with a thick neck and buzzed hair tried to move in on their little group. He was so not the kind of guy I could see catching Sun Hee's eye, so I was a little surprised when she leaned up to yell into his ear an answer to whatever line he was trying. But just as soon as she gave him her attention, she turned her back to him, laughing flirtatiously over her shoulder toward him. The hem of her little dress flashed so deliciously around her hips as she shook to the pounding rhythm.

Watching her filled me with desire. She looked so incredibly sexual out there on the dance floor, but part of what I really loved about her was she wasn't like all the slutty white girls in their slutty club dresses who all looked the same. Sun Hee stood out. She had a classiness about her that made her openness all the more endearing. She could be so flirtatious and so innocent at the same time. Who could look at this cute Korean girl and imagine that she had locked a chastity cage around her boyfriend? And who could imagine she took such pleasure from exploring the power she held over men with her sexuality?

If I had stayed to watch, I would have seen Sun Hee look back at that guy again, and I would have seen him push his advance. But I didn't. Instead, I was off trying to be a good boyfriend. Working hard to make a good impression on her friends, I ducked off to the bar to buy another round for the table. And as I pushed my way back through the crowd awkwardly clutching three white wines and two beers, constantly on the brink of falling disastrously from between my fingers, Sun Hee was still out of the floor dancing. 

Her hair was going wild, and the way she shook her hips made her dress sway across her ripe bottom in a most inviting way. She was alone. Or at least I thought she was. But no, that guy was still there. As Sun Hee spun around she seemed to allow him to dance and grind against her for a moment before, in the next moment, twisting away again. The strobes flashed, and I saw a hand on the bright green of her dress, then it was gone.

Finally stumbling to the table, my eyes spinning from the flashing lights, I fumbled the drinks, what was left of them, onto the table. Jin Sook accepted a white wine with something between a smirk and a smile. Her other two friends huddled next to each other, laughing and checking their phones.

I sat down next to the two guys in the group, Jin Sook's boyfriend and a Korean American who went by Peter. The boyfriend looked at me weird as I served the drinks. The social hierarchy Sun Hee complained about was real, and getting drinks was women's work in his eyes. It seemed strange to them I would do things to put Sun Hee's needs first. They each took a beer, leaving me empty handed.

I leaned over to make awkward conversation with Jin Sook but received no response. Instead she just stared out into the crowd.

My eyes followed her flat-eyed gaze, and what I saw made my scrotum tighten and my cock strain anxiously in its cage. The guy was back - or had never left. And Sun Hee was definitely dancing with him now. Their bodies were still a foot or two apart, they weren't grinding, but she moved her body in rhythms that clearly mirrored his own. As we watched, he suddenly reached his arm around her, pulling her close with his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. In response, Sun Hee leaned up onto her tippy toes to yell something into his ear. He grinned broadly and shouted something in return. The noise and lights and press of bodies made it all seem as though all this was happening underwater. In slow motion. I didn't really understand what was happening, or why, but my cock got so hard in its cage I worried it might break.

"Aren't you going to go rescue your girl?" Jin Sook asked. Her tone suggested contempt, though I wasn't sure if it was aimed at her friend for being, in her mind, a slut or at me for being a wimp to stop it.

"Do you think she should be acting like this?" She looked at me through narrowed eyes.

Some part of me felt like I should be brave and say yes. I mean, it did excite me to see Sun Hee acting in these sexually daring ways, and I didn't approve of the constrained roles for women that were forced on her. But saying so would be admitting too much in front of Sun Hee's aloof and intimidating roommate, so instead I wimped out. I swallowed and offered a weak "No."

I felt paralyzed, though. I just sat there. Suddenly I felt much drunker than I had thought I was, like I might pass out. Blood rushed in my ears. Acutely aware that I was humiliating myself in her roommate's eyes, I sat and did nothing. Somehow, knowing what she must think of me only made my arousal more acute. In fact, I worried that if I stood up the cage would be painfully obvious through my pants. I had this sudden fantasy of her knowing - of her seeing my little cock trapped in its cage as my girlfriend danced with another man. The way she looked at me it was like she already knew. 

I couldn't help pressing my hand to my crotch. It's entirely possible Jin Sook saw.

Through the noise and crush we watched, Jin Sook with a definite smirk now and me with a deeply confusing chastised erection pushing against my cage. I had never felt like this before. Sun Hee was just dancing, I told myself. There was nothing wrong with that, and her roommate was overreacting.

But I didn't like how I felt. I was aroused, but also deeply conflicted, even angry - though I wasn't sure who or what I was really angry at. Still, maybe the whole thing really was totally innocent, for moments later Sun Hee was bouncing into the chair between us, excited and smiling, beads of sweat trickling down her luminous face. Clearly winded from dancing, she sucked down the wine I had brought for her in three quick gulps. 

The wet kiss she gave me was affectionate and warm and dispelled all doubts. Her tongue tasted sweet from the wine as it pressed against my own, and I pulled her close against me. This was definitely more public affection than I usually got from her in front of her friends, and I very much enjoyed it.

Still, it bothered me how she had been flirting, and I told her as much. "Who was that guy you were rubbing up against?" I hissed into her ear.

Either she missed my tone or chose to ignore it. Sun Hee's right tit pressed against me as she leaned in, and her nipple felt hard as a diamond. "I know!" she whispered excitedly. "Did you see the way he kept following me around on the dance floor?"

"Oh, I saw," I replied. Again there was an edge in my voice.

This time she didn't let it slide. "That had better not be jealousy I hear," she scolded. "Don't try to tell me who I can and can't dance with." Then she flipped things around on me. "Besides," she taunted. "I know you saw... I saw how you were watching us."

She studied my reaction and must have seen a storm of conflicting emotions. "I felt his cock!" she hissed impetuously. Her hand reached out to cup my cage as she said it, and I hoped to god none of her friends were looking.

Blood rushed to my groin. Why did she have such power over me?

"Do you want me to describe it?" she teased. The throbbing rhythm and flashing lights of the club seemed to fade as though we were in a fishbowl. She knew full well she was taunting me, and she loved it. I couldn't speak, I didn't know what to say, so she kept going. 

"He wasn't caged, like you," she whispered. I groaned. "He felt big against me... I really excited him, I could feel it." She quivered in excitement herself as she said it. She loved teasing me.

"Baby, please," I groaned. 

She took it further, still. "Do you think he wanted to get inside me?" My eyes jerked down to her legs as though drawn there by magnets. The image she put into my mind was intoxicating: her bare pussy rubbing up against this guy's hard cock with just the thin layer of her green dress between them.

"Please... let's get out of here," I groaned. "I want to be alone with you."

She shot me a knowing look. "You just want to get unlocked."

"Yes!" I exclaimed, laughing despite my predicament. "Is that so bad?" I did want to get unlocked! I wanted to get her bare little pussy! I wanted to fuck her and get this image out of my mind of him rubbing up against her with just the thin dress between them.

Sun Hee giggled, too. "No, that's not so bad, and I'm excited for that, also," she said, sounding reasonable. "But I'm out with all my friends, and with my sweet boyfriend. I'm having a lot of fun. I don't want this to end just yet. And that guy - you know I'm just teasing?"

The pouty face she wore was too precious. And what she said made sense. I wanted to leave, but I also wanted her to be happy. She was coming out of her shell more than I'd ever seen before tonight; I didn't want that to end with her feeling defeated.

"Ok, we can go home. But..." She traced her finger across my chest playfully. "There's something I want you to do for me first."

"Anything," I said. "Anything for you."

"You've been such a good boy about letting me dance and flirt and enjoy all the attention I've been getting. And I appreciate the way you've been trying to be nice to my friends. I know they can seem a little stand-offish to non-Koreans. It's sweet to see how you've been polite to them."

She patted my cheek with affection before continuing. "But if you want me to unlock your cage, you have to do something to earn it."

"Oh?" I asked, curious where this was going, and aroused.

"A task for you, to prove you really want my pussy." Her smile seemed predatory. Clearly very pleased with herself, she explained her task. "You're going to take my panties - you know, the panties I've been wearing while I was dancing with that guy and while he was rubbing his hard dick up against my ass..." 

Sun Hee drew her hand down my chest toward my own poor frustrated dick. I both thrilled and dreaded where this might be going.

"You're going to take my panties... and I want you to bring them to him." Her eyes locked onto mine with a challenging stare.

"What!?" I sat up suddenly straight, shocked and outraged. "I can't do that!" The very thought of it was unimaginable. I couldn't possibly go through with something like that. Could I?

Sun Hee put on a deliberately playful performance, folding her arms under her breasts and turning up her nose. "Well, then I guess you don't really want to be unlocked."

She knew exactly what effect her threat had. My sore balls tightened in my jeans. My need for release felt unmanageable; I had never before felt as urgently horny in my life as I did then. I couldn't imagine doing what she demanded, but I also couldn't refuse her.

"I can't," I sputtered. "I mean, you really want...? What will he think!"

Sun Hee giggled. "I imagine he'll think I wanted him to have my panties."

"But baby, what you're suggesting... I mean, he'll think you want to fuck him!"

"Maybe I do?" Sun Hee shot back innocently. But then in a more level-headed way, she reassured me: "He doesn't know me or you, and we'll be gone from the club. He'll never see us again. This will just be... well, it will be fun!"

"So you want me to just... what, just go find him in the club and tell him 'Here, my girlfriend wants me to give you her panties'?"

The more the initial shock of her proposal wore off, the more the idea was turning me on. It was a wildly erotic thing to do, and it drove me nuts to see Sun Hee reveal such a deviously cruel and sexual imagination.

She pulled me up to my feet and rubbed against me in a way that was highly suggestive. "I want you to do this for me. I want you to show me I really have this power over you. After that we can go home... and then, well, you know..." She winked.

Yes, I did know!

She didn't even wait for me to finally nod my agreement; she already knew she had me, well, by the balls. Smiling her cheshire grin, Sun Hee walked off to the restrooms, being extra deliberate about the way her high heels made her ass sway in the dress knowing I was staring after her. Then the crowd closed around her, and I waited with nervous anticipation. Could I really do this? What she was asking was crazy!

It seemed only moments later that Sun Hee was back at my side, pressing something small and damp into my hands. It was her thong! Instinctively I raised the tiny bundle of pink lace to my face and inhaled the musky scent of her sex. Her smell was incredibly strong, and this pungent proof of the extent of her arousal set my cock throbbing painfully in its prison.

It took a moment for sanity to return. I was holding this girl's panties to my face in the middle of the dance floor! Suddenly ashamed, I jerked my hands back down and shot Sun Hee an awkward look.




Sun Hee Ch. 04



NOTE: Sun Hee is still loving and faithful in this chapter. In fact, she is quite loving here. Cruel, very cruel, but loving. I hope you enjoy. This chapter got a little long so I broke it into two parts. The second part is coming soon and is crueler still. New readers are encouraged to start from the beginning.



Chapter Four

 Last night at the dance club had not gone well for us. We were supposed to have spent the night together, with me finally getting unlocked and having a chance have sex with my girlfriend Sun Hee. It was four days since she had decided to put this chastity cage around my cock, and I still hadn't been able to have sexy with my sweet little Korean girl since we first started dating. But instead of the tender and romantic night we were expecting, we ended up fighting. In a fit of anger, Sun Hee had sent me home, right in front of her friends.

 I'll be honest: when I first stumbled out of that club I was feeling pretty pissed. And wounded. I couldn't believe Sun Hee did that -- not just that she sent me home like some kind of chastised little boy but that she did it right in front of all her Korean friends and her roommate Jin Sook. They were all laughing at me. My ears burned imagining what they were saying. And here I was left to walk home in the dark while they all got to stay at the dance club having fun.

 I felt so humiliated. So emasculated. But my cock was also throbbing in its cage the whole walk home. It was confusing. I kept telling myself I was so turned on only because I had been promised release tonight and that it was just the lingering arousal from expecting to be alone with my girlfriend tonight.

 I kept telling myself that because the other possibility was just too confusing and new to fully admit to myself: that I was so turned on not despite the way Sun Hee had embarrassed me in front of all her friends and sent me home, but because of it.

 She was being unfair, I told myself. I'm ashamed to say I even called her a bitch as I muttered to myself on the way home. Sure, I should have defended her when Jin Sook started making snide comments, but what did Sun Hee really expect me to say? And it was true that she was dancing pretty freely out there on the dance floor with other guys. Except, well, I had encouraged her to cut loose and have fun. Was Sun Hee really the one who was being unfair? I had to ask myself that question honestly, and I didn't like the answer I came to.

 It was a long struggle through a largely sleepless night trying to come to terms with my own feelings. It was true I was sending her mixed signals. I had promised not to masturbate for her but then spilled. I had encouraged her to dance and flirt last night but then acted jealous. I had asked her to be cruel when she locked this cage onto me, but then I kept acting as though it was up to me when I was "owed" release.

 Deep down, I knew -- I knew, even though I struggled to admit it -- that Sun Hee's humiliation excited me. I liked her taking control over me and being so cruel. It just... confused me that I liked it. It almost felt as though she was coaxing me into feeling this way, and maybe I liked that too.

 Either way, the one thing I knew without any doubt was that I loved Sun Hee. Petite at 5'4'', and unusually busty for a Korean girl, Sun Hee was genuinely beautiful despite her shyness. Her big, dark eyes looked up at you with such eagerness from beneath her dark bangs, and the subtle differences of her foreignness made her intriguing to get to know. And it wasn't just that she was so incredibly sexy. Sun Hee was really intelligent, too, and sweet. I felt so connected to her, and we could talk about anything. There was an openness and eagerness there that I had never experienced before.

 She was the best thing that ever happened to me.

 That simple certainly is what had me awake at 8am searching for a nearby florist. When I came by the dorm room she shared with Jin Sook, I listened at the door and heard only dead silence. Either they were fast asleep or not there. Not wanting to disturb Sun Hee, I left the flowers at the door along with a note apologizing and begging her to call.

 It was a long wait. Not least of which my balls ached with a sexual need I had never felt before, and a need that cared nothing about my current state of emotional vulnerability. I needed sex.

 10 am turned slowly into 10:15. Then 10:40. It was a struggle not to keep checking the time, and harder still to resist pestering her with more calls and texts. I tried, and failed, to study. Lunch came and went. I even napped a little somehow.

 Finally, after two o'clock, she finally texted: "Come over."

 That was all she said, but it was enough! So eager was I to see my darling Sun Hee again that I practically ran across the campus to her dorm, arriving with panting breath and an ache in my heart. In truth I had all but forgotten the endless need in my balls for once, overwhelmed instead by the simple happiness of getting to see her again. My only worry, as I stood in the hallway at her door to collect breath, was whether she would be as happy to see me.

 The Sun Hee who answered the door was subdued, but not unhappy. When her cute little face poked between the narrow opening of the door it was like a warmth returned to my body that I hadn't fully realized was missing. It just felt good to see her. 

 She peered up at me through her big, wet eyes looking a bit timid and vulnerable herself. I ached to see even this hint of sadness in her face and felt terrible for having caused it. After our fight the night before maybe neither of us were sure where things stood.

 Then, as Sun Hee pulled the door wider, there was an endearing urgency with which she threw herself into my arms. I swept her up, and we hugged each other tight. A part of me in the back of my mind, the always horny part, was aware of her full breasts pressed flat against me and the curve of her deliciously slender waist in my arms, so feminine and so nubile, but another, tender part of me simply basked in her warmth and smell: the floral scent of her hair and the sweet musk I had come to associate with her petite little Korean self.

 "I'm sorry," I breathed, and I was. Whatever else had happened Friday night I had let her down.

 "I know, baby," Sun Hee whispered back, holding me tighter. "I'm sorry, too." She leaned up to kiss me tentatively on the mouth. Her lips felt so soft, so wet. I was hungry for a deeper kiss, but alas she had already turned away.

 As she led me back into her tiny bedroom, it seemed like maybe everything was ok again. Letting my imagination run away with me, I visualized stumbling into her room and pushing her urgently onto her bed. We would be kissing urgently, her legs would spread for me, and that stubborn cage between my legs would simply fall away as I plunged wetly and hungrily into her open pussy.

 Almost, I believed that might happen. I mean, I knew we had a lot to talk about and work through with our feelings, yet the possibility seemed so real and so appealing. But even as the door clicked shut behind us, Sun Hee interrupted my reverie.

 She pulled away deliberately, letting go my hand, and walked over toward her desk against the wall, leaving me adrift in the center of her room. "Undress," she said without hesitation.

 Sun Hee's outfit was oddly formal today, especially for a Saturday afternoon. She wore a white button-up blouse, the kind a successful professional woman might wear to the office, and a navy blue jumpsuit skirt. The straps of the jumpsuit looked almost like suspenders, pressing against the sides of her impressive breasts and thus making them stand out even more. The blue skirt had a sharp and precise cut, making her look both severe and more mature. Her long black hair was styled up in a tight bun, and her familiar cat's eye make-up looked even darker and more dramatic than usual. The outfit suited her and gave her an aura of authority and distinction.

 "Undress," she said again. This time she looked straight at me, her dark eyes holding my own. She folded her arms underneath her breasts and waited.

 "I won't say it again."

 Confused yet chastened by her reserved demeanor, I wasn't sure how to react. Was she mad? Was she wanting sex? Was this part of my punishment? She leaned casually against the edge of her desk, but her posture seemed almost rigid.

 Feeling a need to obey, even though I wasn't sure what was happening, my hand went to the buttons at my collar but then pulled away again. It felt so awkward stripping in front of her, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do it. Sun Hee just kept staring. And, hesitant as I was, I also felt the familiar hum in my balls as I experienced the power she held over me.

 I forced my hand back to my collar, and this time I started unbuttoning. My shirt fell open, and self-consciously, I pulled it down off my arms and dropped it to the floor. Then I shrugged off my tshirt, acutely aware of the way Sun Hee's eyes lingered on my bare chest. It took an act of will to force my hands to unbutton my jeans. I felt so vulnerable stripping in front of Sun Hee as she watched -- and yet, paradoxically, it also excited me.

 This was a strange yet arousing experience. I had undressed for a female doctor before, and undressed in front of my mother as a child. Undressing in front of Sun Hee felt somehow like both. I kept expecting her to say something, but she remained silent, which only amplified my feeling of embarrassment.

 Her demeanor seemed pleased and also vaguely amused.

 "I feel like being scolded or something," I said and forced a laugh, trying to lighten some of the tension.

 Sun Hee pursed her lips into a thin line and responded in a firm and deliberate voice. "Maybe because you are."

 Her words sent a thrill down my spine. My jeans dropped to the floor alongside my other clothes.

 "On the chair. Neatly." Sun Hee's voice was stern and clipped.

 Feeling embarrassed that I had left my clothes a mess on her neatly ordered floor, I hurriedly scooped them up and worked to carefully fold them as she had instructed.

 Standing in front of her wearing nothing but my briefs felt intensely vulnerable. I looked at her questioningly, wondering if the briefs, too, had to come off.

 "All of it," she answered the unspoken question. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in a way that suggested both patience and impatience at the same time.

 "Yes, Princess," I said. It came out impulsively, without realizing it.

 Sun Hee's razor sharp attention caught it immediately, of course. "What did you call me?"

 "Princess." I really hadn't realized that I said it. It just felt right.

 Apparently it felt right to her, too. "Mmm, I like that," Sun Hee purred.

 Feeling a certain pride in my submission to her, I let my briefs slide down around my ankles. I leaned down to pluck them from the floor, folded them, and added them atop the pile of my clothes now on her chair by the door. As I did so, I couldn't help notice the way her eyes followed my bare butt. It was an entirely new experience to be subject to a woman's gaze this way, and it was an extremely peculiar experience.

 Turning back to face her now was tough. Standing naked in front of Sun Hee this way sent a powerful and confusing heat down my spine, and her frank, appraising scrutiny as she studied me only made the experience more intense. Her dark eyes studied my exposed body, moving from my feet up to my face and then back down again.

 What did Sun Hee see as she looked at me? The male body had always seemed rather ungainly and silly to me, and feeling her appraising gaze intensified the feeling tenfold.

 It was some solace that my penis was neatly bundled inside that stubborn plastic cage, rather than flopping awkwardly in the air, but of course the mere fact that my cock -- what should be the symbol of masculine pride -- was locked was its own humiliation. I felt so exposed under Sun Hee's gaze that I couldn't help but squirm, so why did I like this so much?

 Unbidden, my hands moved to clasp in front of me, cupping my vulnerable manhood and hiding it from view.

 Sun Hee immediately made a tsking noise and motioned my hands apart. She was testing her power as if proving something to herself. Or to me.

 Obediently, I forced my hands to my side, exposing myself to her. Of course, that only made my helpless cock try to surge even more, making the cage bounce and wobble comically between my legs.

 Suddenly the loud noise of the outside door interrupted Sun Hee's humiliating appraisal. Someone was outside in the common room; it had to be her roommate Jin Sook. We could hear her shuffling about, as if looking for something.

 I froze in absolute stillness, not needing Sun Hee's warning finger at her lips to command me to silence. I was standing stark naked in the center of her room. If Jin Sook knocked at her bedroom door, if she burst in to check on Sun Hee for anything, she would immediately see me -- naked, exposed -- right in front of her. She would see me naked in front of both her and Sun Hee fully clothed. Worse, she would see the chastity cage Sun Hee had locked around me!

 Why did that excite me so much? My cock strained visibly in its cage even as I trembled at the prospect of such a humiliating discovery. Unbidden, the image popped into my mind of Jin Sook out there, tall and beautiful like a model, no doubt wearing one of her expensive designer dresses, her fierce, dark eyes scanning the room as she searched.

 The humiliation burned through me as I waited in frozen dread, listening to Jin Sook pacing noisily in the outer room. Worse, Sun Hee saw my reaction, too. She saw the unmistakable way my cage bounced up and down, betraying my fierce arousal.

 An agonizing moment passed between us. Then another. Then, blessedly, the outer door opened and pulled shut again, and we heard the rhythmic clicking of Jin Sook's heels echo down the hallway.

 Both of us looked relieved.

 "We need to talk," Sun Hee said, after the tap-tap-tap of her roommate's heels finally disappeared down the hall. "About last night."

 Sun Hee pushed herself upright from where she had been leaning against her desk, and she paced toward me slowly and deliberately. She clearly understood the power it gave her to have me naked while she herself remained clothed, and just as clearly, she relished the feeling. For my part, it was all new to me. Having lived with so little concern in a world designed for the male gaze -- the scantily clad women posed on magazine covers, movies designed with male pleasure in mind, the short skirts and plunging necklines that stir my desire to see more -- the sudden reversal felt deeply unsettling. Now I was on display for her.

 Having to stand naked in front of Sun Hee while she was fully clothed -- and dressed in such a professional and commanding outfit -- wasn't the most comfortable place for me to try explaining myself. Somehow, I was pretty sure that was deliberate on her part.

 "Baby, I -- "

 Sun Hee lifted her hand to silence me. It was a gentle gesture, but firm and commanding. "Quiet, my love," she murmured as she enjoyed my naked body.

 She reached out a finger and traced it along my shoulder, down the left side of my chest, and around my hips. My skin thrilled under her touch, and I wanted more. She paced slowly around me, inspecting me. As her heels clicked on the tile as she stepped past me, I tried to turn to follow, but put on her hand to stop me. Sun Hee stepped behind me, circling.

 I didn't think it was possible to feel more vulnerable, but I was wrong. Having Sun Hee stand behind me made me feel intensely exposed. I sensed her studying my bare back and buttocks, but when her fingers suddenly brushed against the super-sensitive skin of my ass, my hips bucked in helpless reflex, making the lock on my cage rattle noisily.

 That elicited a snicker from her. I strained for calm, burning in submissive shame, as her hand traced the curve of my butt. She was probing my most intimate places. She just grazed along the sensitive pucker of my ass, and then her finger pushed inside a little, shocking me. Never had anyone touched me there, not that way! And I couldn't believe this innocent little Korean girl was doing it. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay relaxed and open, waiting for her to go further.

 She tittered again, as if sensing my reaction, but instead explored lower, reaching between my legs to tap playfully against the underside of my cage.

 Apparently satisfied, Sun Hee stepped back and said from behind me, "I'm not mad about last night." 

 That came as a relief, and some of the tension drained out of my body. I felt a little better, still awkward being naked in front of her, but better.

 Then she leaned forward so that her mouth was right against my ear. "But I need you to be honest with me about some things." Her lips actually brushed against my ear as she spoke, and her hand cupped my bare butt cheek.

 I gulped, wondering just what was coming. "O-okay," I stammered. Her hand on my butt tickled, making it difficult to maintain my composure.

 "I know I teased you a lot last night. And I know I embarrassed you," Sun Hee said, still standing behind me. She moved closer so that I could feel the heat of her body near me. "But I really think you liked it," she continued. "And I want you to admit it. You need to come to terms with what you want here. No more mixed signals from you."

 It was true. What she said -- every part of it. It felt like she knew me better than I knew myself. But Sun Hee was right, it was hard for me to admit it, even it myself. Last night after Sun Hee had sent me home in front of her friends, I felt angry. Or at least I thought what I felt was anger. But as I wrestled with me feelings all through that long and sleepless night I came to realize that what I was really feeling was humiliation. When Sun Hee danced with that meathead guy right in front of me and then when she embarrassed me about it right in front of her friends, it had struck some vulnerable part of my masculine ego that had never felt threatened before. It was like striking your funny bone: that unexpected trembling weakness that suddenly robs the strength from your body.

 Always before in my meager handful of previous relationships, I felt secure knowing my girlfriend was essentially under control.

 But it wasn't anger I really felt, I can to realize -- it was humiliation. And strange as it was I had to admit that it was a feeling that excited me. I didn't understand why. Maybe Sun Hee had led me to this. She seemed to see through me in a way I hadn't experienced before, and maybe that gave her a power to manipulate my emotions that I didn't understand. Maybe I was a pawn in her tiny hands.

 But I also realized that I did feel secure with Sun Hee, very secure, and with good reason. After all, here we were -- sharing yet another intense and intimate moment -- even after our painful blow-up the night before. She understood I was sorry, and she was sorry, too. We had moved past it.

 What we had was special. The connection we shared. The more vulnerable I felt to Sun Hee the more deeply I felt our connection and the more I felt her love. It was still the best part about her: I felt like I could really open up to her and be honest.

 "You're right, Sun Hee," I said. I exhaled long and slow, letting the tension drain from my body. "I did like it. I admit it. I know I reacted poorly, I lashed out at you because I couldn't understand my own emotions. But the truth is what you did last night at the club really excited me."

 Sun Hee wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, hugging me from behind. It felt pretty amazing, and I liked feeling safe in her arms. "Thank you for saying that," she breathed. I could feel some of the tension leaving her body as well.




Sun Hee Ch. 04



When she pulled back, she was a bit more playful again, slapping my butt. "I still want to hear you say it, though."

 "Say what?"

 "Tell me what turned you on. I want to hear the words."

 "I... I liked..." God, it was still hard to say; it felt so embarrassing to admit some of it. But I pushed myself. "I liked watching you dance with that guy, I really did," I admitted. "And I liked that you got to feel his hard cock against you."

 Sun Hee listened carefully, stepping back around so she could study my face. She liked watching. "Go on," she nudged.

 "It was... really embarrassing when Jin Sook made that comment about you in front of me. I know I should have defended you. I was just so overwhelmed, it was so humiliating. I... I didn't like that she was judging you, but..." I swallowed. This next part was tough. I wasn't sure how Sun Hee would react. "But it excited me that she made me feel so... emasculated, I guess."

 "I see." She looked more curious than upset or jealous. I guess she was learning about me, too, and liked it. "And you like feeling humiliated in front of my friends?" It was more a statement than a question.

 "I do," I breathed.

 "You need to say it," she insisted.

 It was hard, but I steeled myself. "I do. I like... when you humiliate me with your friends."

 Sun Hee smiled and patted my cheek, saying, "See, what a good boy." It was embarrassing how good that felt hearing her praise me. She continued, "Doesn't it feel better finally admitting that?"

 My face reddened, but I nodded. It did feel better. Still I worried whether this would change how she felt about me -- as a man, as her boyfriend -- but now that I'd said it there was no taking it back. Besides, she seemed to already know.

 "I'm going to keep being cruel to you, baby." Sun Hee said it so sweetly. "But know that I'm doing it out of love."

 "I know, baby," I assured her.

 After a pause, she asked in a quiet voice, "What did you think of when I made you bring my panties to that guy?"

 My face turned beat red, but there was no hiding my reaction. The way the chastity cage bounced up and down in front of her made me arousal obvious, so I admitted the truth. "It was the hottest thing I've ever done, baby." The words just tumbled out in a rush -- it was true! It was so crazy what she had had me do.

 Sun Hee clearly really liked it, too. Her face spit with a wide, open smile that showed the neat rows of her perfectly white teeth. From the gleam in her eyes, I fancied she was reliving that moment along with me. "Good boy," she said, patting my cheek. "Good boy. Now doesn't that feel better?"

 Strangely, it did. It did feel better having things out in the open between us. It was still hard to say it all, and I knew I would continue to struggle saying things out loud. It was hard for me as a guy to speak up for my own desires, especially when they seemed so confusing. Growing up, so many messages taught me to hide and be embarrassed of my feelings, especially if they didn't fit in with being "a man." I felt oddly grateful to Sun Hee for forcing me to open up.

 She leaned back against her desk again, more casually now. The smile on her cute little face looked so endearing, the way she gazed up at me through her girlish bangs.

 Her hand moved to her chest as if playing absently with the second button of her shirt there at her cleavage, drawing my eyes helplessly. She pretended like it was accidental, but we both knew it wasn't. In fact, knowing she did this intentionally to tease me only heightened the effect. My chest tightened as I ached for her to undo the button.

 "I have a confession to make," she said after a pause.

 "Oh?" I wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited, and found I was both.

 She drew out the pause, seeming to enjoy my uncertainty. She looked so adorable when she smirked at me, and while she was clearly trying to keep a straight face, she burst out laughing. "I had a lot of fun last night," she said. "Not just dancing, with all of it. Especially watching you squirm."

 She clapped her hands on either side of my face and looked up at me. "The truth is... Well, I was genuinely disappointed you didn't defend me in front of Jin Sook. I'm still hurt by that. But the truth is I sent you home because... well, because I wanted to see if I could really do that," she said. "And, wow, I did. It was really a charge watching you walk out of there looking all hangdog, baby."

 That was interesting. So she had been toying with me? Maybe I should have felt angry, but I wasn't. Instead, I was intrigued and a little impressed.

 "I guess I was testing some boundaries last night," she said. "I know you got excited watching me be naughty, and I'm glad to hear you admit that. I get excited watching you. I like seeing the power I seem to have over you, baby."

 She glanced down, giving my caged cock a significant look, and laughed. "And I really like seeing your poor little guy struggle in my cage."

 I guess I already knew this, but it was exciting to hear her admit things so directly. "So the things you did that night, you did just to tease me?" I asked.

 "Well, yes -- but also because it excited me." She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them upward. Had the top button of her white blouse always been open?

 "Dancing with that guy?"

 Sun Hee nodded, immediately understanding my question. "Yes, darling. I liked it."

 "Did you... Did you like feeling his hard cock press against you?" I both feared her answer and craved it.

 Sun Hee put both hands on her hips and leaned forward as she answered, peering into my face with a broad smile. "Yes!"

 She wanted me to have no doubt about her answer.

 "Tell the truth, now," she insisted again. "You like hearing that."

 I nodded, feeling the heat in my face. God help me, I did like.

 But Sun Hee shifted pace then. She got up from the desk and sauntered over to her bed, neatly made up with her cute little butterfly sheets and fluffy white comforter. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took my hand and pulled me closer so that I was standing over her, my chastity cage almost at eye level.

 She reached out and cupped my caged penis in her hands, turning the cage this way and that as she studied my vulnerable manhood. Her mood was more curious than sexual, as though she were examining some strange new specimen in class. She tapped the sensitive strip of my glans that pressed through the vent at the tip of the cage, seeming to enjoy the spongy softness of my penis and the way I twitched and shivered under her touch, and her fingers slipped underneath, too, exploring the aching fullness of my ball sack.

 "You know this is mine, don't you?" She tapped her index finger against the tip of my penis while her left hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls.

 "Yes." I shifted a little under her grip as, with a slight twist of her wrist, her grip on my balls drew me upwards onto my toes.

 Sun Hee looked up and me and smiled. "Who owns your penis?" she demanded.

 "You do. You own it," I said, secretly thrilling at being made to say it out loud. Then, consciously now, I added: "Princess."

 "Say it again," she insisted.

 "You own my cock and balls, Princess," I repeated, feeling this simple truth sinking deeper inside me.

 Sun Hee quirked a smile and ran her fingers along the clear plastic of the cage. I felt horny and frustrated,but also very much owned by Sun Hee: my cock, my erections, my orgasms now belonged to her and her alone.

 "I like hearing you call me Princess," she said, almost as though she were talking to herself. "I like knowing I have that power over you. I like feeling you submit to me. I knew I would like it, but it's more fun that I expected."

 From her perch on the edge of the bed, she crossed her legs and leaned backward. Her short navy blue skirt pulled deliciously up her thigh, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her inner leg, and I found myself wondering if she wore any underwear. She caught my eyes wandering there and smirked. She wanted me to look.

 The fact that she sitting now while I stood above her should have restored some of the power to me, after all I towered over her, but the opposite was very much the case. Instead, because she now rested comfortably on her bed while I stood there awkwardly in front of her, I felt even more under her thumb.

 She studied me in silence for some time, heightening her sense of control over the situation.

 "Maybe I was too hard on you, but you did ask me to be cruel. And, if I'm honest," she said, looking up with her doe eyes. "If I'm honest, I like being cruel to you. I don't know why, I guess it's how I show love."

 She looked vulnerable again, and I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. Instead, I just listened, letting her speak.

 "I like hearing you say that I own your cock," Sun Hee said. "But I guess what I'm starting to understand myself is that it's not just your penis I want. It's your devotion."

 "Baby, you have that. You have my devotion."

 "Do I?" She peered up at me with those big, doe eyes, looking vulnerable. It was surprising to see this sudden insecurity from her, but then she was just a young girl, just as inexperienced and overwhelmed by the world as I was. Worse, as a girl she had grown up being shoved around and taken for granted in so many different ways.

 "Yes, Sun Hee, I promise." It was a solemn promise I was making, and I intended to keep it.

 "Thanks, baby. I love you, too," she said. "I really do... I really love you." Her words were music to my ears.

 "I guess what I worry about," she continued, "Is that what will happen to your devotion after I let you cum." She fiddled at her shirt again, drawing my eyes to the tempting plunge of her cleavage. "The truth is, every time I think about letting you cum I find myself making up some kind of excuse not to. Why would I risk losing this by letting you cum?"

 Wow. Hearing her talk this way made sense. It was also scary and fascinating.

 "You've been locked four days now -- five, actually," she continued. "And I really like the changes that's made in the way you treat me. I know you love me, but with that cage, I can feel the way your attention is focused completely on me. Your total focus. It's palpable."

 To prove her point, she popped open the second button of her shirt, exposing still more of the tantalizing curves of her breasts. She saw and felt the visceral effect that had on me. We both did.

 Sun Hee giggled a little, looking sheepish. "See?" she said. "I know that's selfish, but I really like it."

 Rather than trying to hide the effect her breasts were having on me, I played it up, pushing my cage harder into her hands as she cupped my penis. "You're right, baby," I groaned. "I'm helpless in your control. I think about you constantly. Every time I see you, I feel like a puppy when the owner comes home -- just so happy and full of attention for you."

 I even jumped up and down a little mimicking a puppy, so that the lock around the cage clack and clatter. Sun Hee rolled onto her side laughing.

 "It's true!" she cried out while giggling. "You're like a little puppy. You're like my little toy." She patted the cage for emphasis. "Even when I neglect you or when I'm alone, I know you are right where I left you." She looked at me more soberly. "That's really important to me," she said.

 Hearing her call me her toy was turning me on, and so were her breasts, now mostly on display after she had undone the top two buttons. Without thinking, I reached for them. I wanted to touch her and to kiss her.

 But Sun Hee knocked my hands away. "Naughty boy!" she exclaimed indignantly.

 We scrambled briefly, I wanted her, but she snatched both my wrists in her hands. "No, no," she scolded. "Behind your back."

 I could have resisted, but it was fun to follow her orders. Besides, the cage really was changing the way I thought. She was inside my head now in ways I hadn't expected and didn't fully understand.

 "Hands behind your back," she insisted again, and I obeyed.

 Sun Hee leaned back with her arms propping her up and wiggled her chest side to side, teasing me with her large, perky tits. Her unbuttoned blouse revealed the generous curves of her lightly golden breasts, breasts I knew were full and firm and delicious to the touch, and the dark blue straps from her jumpsuit skirt further accentuated them. Like suspenders, the blue straps pushed her breasts inward, exaggerating her cleavage, even as her perky tits were too full to be contained and pushed the straps outward.

 The effect was nakedly sexual, and just when I didn't think Sun Hee could look any hotter, with a saucy flick of her wrist she popped open yet another button... and then another. Her tits spilled out in their glorious bounty, her nipples visibly hard through the white cotton of her bra.

 "You want to see these?" she taunted, shaking them.

 "God yes," I begged, finding it extremely difficult to keep my hands behind my back as she had directed.

 "You want to touch these?" she asked again, rubbing it in.

 Leaning forward, my mouth drooling to taste her and my eyes boggled, I nodded, feeling again like her helpless little puppy. Her toy.

 Then suddenly she pulled her blouse closed around her. "Nope," she chirped. "Now, go make me some tea."

 I gaped, momentarily confused. "What?"

 "Tea," she repeated, as though talking to someone slow. "I want some."

 "Yes, Princess." 

 I hopped up, strangely eager to serve. Over to the side on top of her dresser, Sun Hee had a little water heater and tea set like a good Korean person, and I bustled about self-consciously to make her some tea. It felt a strange but kind of fun serving her -- especially being naked. I kept reminding myself to be careful with the hot water, all the while conscious of the way I was showing her my bare butt and backside.

 Before long I had the water boiling and was pouring it into the little ceramic tea cup for my darling Sun Hee. Her cup filled, I started to turn to the second cup when Sun Hee interrupted.

 "Did I say you could have some?" she snapped.

 The rational part of me knew that she was only acting cold as part of her dominance. Or at least I thought she was. But either way, feeling her snap at me sent a shiver through my body and an urge to snap to obey.

 "No, Princess, sorry, Princess," I said and quickly returned the second cup to its place.

 Chastened, I shuffled back over to where Sun Hee waited on her bed and offered her the freshly made tea, kneeling as a proffered the cup. She patted my head as she took a sip.

 "Putting that cage on you really does give me a lot of power, doesn't it? I'm still learning just how much power it gives me," she said, looking significantly at the way I knelt before her. "I think you are, too."

 Sun Hee took another slow sip of her tea and studied me. She bounced my caged cock in her free hand and then pursed her lips as though a new and unexpected thought had struck her. "You are small, you know that right?" Her eyebrows lifted as she said it.

 What? The casual comment hit like a surprise blow to the gut. The humiliation burned through me. It was a surreal, almost sublime experience. Heat burned along the edges of my ears and nose, almost as though Sun Hee was holding a flame to my face.

 "I..." I wasn't small -- at least, I didn't think I was; I'd always assumed I was average -- but hearing my sweet Sun Hee say this turned me on. The possibility that she really was... disappointed... turned me on.

 She bounced my caged cock lightly in her tiny hand. "You like hearing me say that, don't you?"

 It was a test. After everything we had just talked through as a couple, she wanted to see if I had taken things to heart.

 "Go on," she coaxed. "You can say it."

 I screwed up my nerve and took the leap. Still not really knowing if it was true or not, I took a plunge and said it. "Yes, Sun Hee. I like hearing you say I'm small."

 Her slow smile became my reward.

 Impulsively, I took my submission further. "I like knowing I am too small for you."

 Sun Hee bit her lip to suppress a snicker. "That's why you're in this cage, you know."

 "Is it? Because... because I'm too small?" I asked, strangely thrilling at the question.

 "Well, one of the reasons." She took another sip of her tea as though what she had said was unimportant. Cruelty seemed to come naturally to this Korean girl.

 As if to prove my point, what Sun Hee said next was even crueler. "Actually," she said. "That's part of why I sent you home last night... thinking you might disappoint me if I unlocked you."

 Ouch! She was just saying that to tease me, right? Studying her face I couldn't tell.

 "I confess that Jin Sook and I laughed at how pathetic you looked when I sent you home," she continued. "Maybe that wasn't nice. But the truth is it made me wet doing that to you. And I think it excites you, too, hearing we laughed about you together."

 I nodded, blushing furiously. Despite myself, I did like hearing it. 

 Still, the way Sun Hee kept coming back to that moment at the club made clear there was something more she wanted to talk about. 

 "And you did hurt my feelings," she continued. "I hope you can understand how sensitive I am about being called a slut. I've gotten called a slut in the past a lot, and it's not fair. Guys can have sex with whoever they want and they get praised for it. If a guy bangs a lot of girls it's a sign of power for him. But if a girl fucks the way she wants to she's branded a slut. It's not fair!"

 Listening to Sun Hee, I had to agree she was right. We had talked about this problem often, and I understood the way she struggled with it. Listening to her stories about growing up -- the way teachers and others pushed her around because she was a girl, the way guys got what they wanted from her sexually, and the way she was expected to be submissive -- I could understand why she wanted to be the one in control. I could understand why she longed for sexual independence.

 "When I was out there on the dance floor and that other guy started dancing with me, I felt powerful. I knew how much he wanted me, and it was thrilling to be in control of that. I knew how badly he wanted me, and I knew how badly you needed me. I felt like the most powerful girl there. I want that feeling, you know?"

 Sun Hee looked at me, her eyes shining wetly. "But then when I heard Jin Sook judging me... it just ruined everything. It was like suddenly being back in Korea being bullied as a slut for sleeping with guys."

 In her agitation, Sun Hee had let her blouse fall completely open so that her breasts were on display right in front of me. Or maybe it was on purpose. Her ill-fitting white bra was pushed down, revealing the hard little nubs of her fully erect nipples.

 "Why should I have to give up my sexual desires just to please others?" she asked indignantly.

 "You shouldn't," I blurted.

 "But... but we're together now," Sun Hee said a little wistfully.

 "When you locked this cage on me we agreed you had control over my sex, but we said nothing about yours. You are free to make your own choices, Princess." She had had me thinking about this a lot lately. It was scary, but what I said was true.

 Sun Hee cocked her head to the side and looked at me funny. After a long pause, she asked, "Are you saying it would be ok if I decided to... maybe date others?"

 The last part came out only as a whisper, but I noticed that her breasts thrust forward more and her hands, clutched around the hem of her loose skirt, seemed to pull it higher on her thigh.

 I shrugged, feeling more than a little awkward given what we were suddenly talking about. It was important to say it. It was important not to send her mixed signals anymore. "I'm the one who has been locked, not you."




Sun Hee Ch. 04



The corners of her mouth quirked in a smile, and Sun Hee looked thoughtful. "Wouldn't you be jealous though?"

 Her skirt rose higher still, revealing now that she wore no underwear. The bare lips of her pussy were just barely in view, especially now as she opened her thighs wider.

. 

"Yes," I said, my mouth watering. "Very jealous. But also it is your right. I gave up control over my sex to you, but you did not give up control to me. I hope you won't, but I'm saying I recognize I have no say in the matter."

 Sun Hee's voice dripped with need, and the scent of her arousal started to fill the room. She liked this. "You realize I have always slept with a guy on the first date? You know I have a high sex drive. You missed your chance only because you were too hesitant."

 A trembling stillness fell around the room. Both of us acted almost as if hypnotized. Her thighs parted further, and responding to her unspoken command I leaned forward and nudged my face between her legs. She was wet. Very wet. She wanted this.

 "Slut," I murmured fiercely as I licked her, and Sun Hee hissed her approval, a sharp intake of breath that mirrored the way her narrow thighs closed around my ears. Her pussy seemed to drip down onto my tongue.

 "I came last night... thinking about it," she moaned. "I touched myself -- " She pulled my mouth deeper between her legs. "I touched myself thinking about how I sent you home blue balled... and thinking about how that guy wanted to fuck me."

 Horny but needing air, I pulled back from her grip and came up panting. I wondered how I must have looked to her, naked on my knees with my face smeared with her pussy juices.

 Sun Hee held my eyes in silent challenge, then pushed further. "That's what made me cum last night," she said. "How do you feel about that?"

 Blushing and overwhelmed, I looked back down at her pussy. The pink lips of her labia were open and wet, maybe more open than usual. Her pussy... looked open. How did I feel about that? 

 Sun Hee turned her head to the side and smirked. "What? Does that surprise you? You do know I have sexual desires of my own, don't you? Or are you so fixated on your own sexual need that you still don't fully realize that I have a complex inner life of my own?"

 I dropped my head in chagrin. How did this girl read me so clearly? It was like she could read my mind.

 "Is this a rule then?" Sun Hee asked with surprising intensity. "Does my pussy have a right to be 'open'?"

 I could sense she wanted it, which scared me but also sent my pulse racing with an unexpected excitement. This was so wrong, so... taboo. But I couldn't deny the way she had me feeling.

 Realizing I still held my breath, my answer came with a long, slow exhale laden with an understanding that things had taken a turn we could never come back from. "...Yes, Princess..."

 The corners of Sun Hee's mouth twitched in a smile. In truth, I think she had been expecting this, even guiding me to this. She placed her hand on my thigh and, with surprising soberness, said, "Thank you, baby."

 "Are you going to..." I struggled to say it. "Are you going to look for other cock?" I wasn't sure what I wanted her to answer to be, I just knew that I was trembling with sexual anticipation, and that whatever answer she gave, I would submit to it.

 "Maybe. We'll see. But it makes me happy to know I can." Sun Hee acted casual, thoughtful. She took another sip of tea as though contemplating future possibilities.

 Hungry, I moved to dive back between her legs, but she stopped with with a hand on my shoulder.

 "But," she said, stern again. "If I'm truly free to do as I wish, you have to actively support me. That has to be a rule, too." She held her index finger pointing sharply toward the ceiling for emphasis. "That means if Jin Sook calls me a slut again, you have to tell her that you support my behavior, even if that's extremely embarrassing for you."

 I nodded, chastened.

 "And if a guy expresses interest in me, you have to make clear that you won't stand in his way," she insisted. "Is that clear?"

 "Yes, baby," I said, trying hard to embrace the lessons she had taught me today about expressing myself clearly and not sending mixed messages. If I was her toy, I wanted to be a good toy for her. "I understand your rules, and I accept them, Princess."

 Sun Hee seemed satisfied with my promises. Relaxing, she placed her teacup carefully beside her and took my caged cock in both hands. She held me between her hands as though weighing me, and then patted my cage the way she would pat a dog.

 "Well, wow," she said, exhaling suddenly as though a weight had lifted off her shoulders. "We learned a lot about ourselves today, didn't we?"

 That was true, I suppose. I certainly was coming to know Sun Hee better and better with each new day, which was an exciting journey to be on, though this Korean girl was still largely a mystery to me. Stereotypes of Asians have it that they are passive and non-confrontational, I was learning that there was a hard-edgedness to Koreans that was dangerous to overlook. They were a serious people who work hard to get their way. I found it admirable. In Sun Hee, I found it intimidating.

 For all her vulnerability, Sun Hee revealed a toughness that taught me she could, indeed, be cruel. The prospect both scared and aroused me. Never before had I met a girl like this -- so sweet and yet also so cruel.

 And I definitely discovered things about myself I had never imagined before -- new hidden depths that I hadn't known or acknowledged. Sun Hee continued to draw out a submissiveness in me that I never knew was there. These new possibilities -- desires, even -- that she might start to fuck other men, it was almost as though she was creating those desires in me.

 As if reading my thoughts, Sun Hee said, "I know we covered a lot of ground today. And made a some big new rules. Maybe we went a little too fast. So I'm giving you one last chance."

 She got up, settling her skirt around her, and crossed the room to her nightstand. There she took out the same small, white cardboard box and the same tiny little key. She came back to sit before me on the bed, and surprised me by quickly reaching out and snapping open the lock. Just the lock though. She left the pink little padlock dangling open in the hasp of my plastic cage. Then, delicately, she placed the key next to her on the clean white comforter.

 I listened raptly as she explained, "I know you've learned something about just how cruel I can be. So I give you one last chance to back out. You can remove the lock. You can be free. It will disappoint me, but you can have that chance." She pinned me with the intensity of her large, dark eyes. "Or," she continued. "You can make me happy."

 The chastity cage was still every bit affixed to my cock, and it still exerted its inexorable, intractable power to confine my penis and prevent any hint of erection. Yet having the padlocked open generated an astonishingly powerful psychological effect. Freedom was right there, I could feel it -- almost. I could just reach out... remove the lock... and then...

 Arrgghh, I ached for it!

 But I remain frozen. Sun Hee may be offering me a second chance, but she wasn't playing fair and she knew it. Saying I could "be free" -- or I could "make her happy" -- how could I choose to disappoint my Princess?

 As if reading my thoughts, Sun Hee said, "I think you like being locked in chastity. I know it's hard, but you need to admit that."

 Was that true?

 Sun Hee spoke casually, acting as though her comments were off-hand. "I think you belong in chastity. Really, when I called you over this afternoon, I thought we were going to finally have sex. That was my plan. But talking to you now and hearing your confessions, I think it's better if we don't. I think it's better if you stay locked up."

 I couldn't move. I feared what she said. And I feared what she said was true.

 "Is that ok, baby?" My Princess peered up at me with her wide, dark eyes, trying to make herself look vulnerable while at the same time squeezing her breasts together.

 I wanted her. God, I wanted her.

 "You should know what this means. You really need to understand it. If you agree to stay in chastity for me, I won't have sex with you. I might not ever have sex with you. Also, I won't promise to stay faithful to you. You already offered to let me stay open to other guys, and I accepted. That can't change now. Remember, no more mixed signals."

 This was too much -- too much. This was crazy. I couldn't agree to this.

 "I promise to let you cum soon. But after that, it will be longer. Maybe a lot longer. It will be entirely up to me, no exceptions. And now that you've seen more of the cruel side of me, you need to take seriously just how cruel a Korean girl like me can be."

 She kept pushing. She knew her power, and she liked it.

 "Is that what you want? Will you stay chaste for me?"

 I knew it was what she wanted. I felt my resistance breaking.

 "Is that what you want, baby?"

 My hands trembled.

 "You know it is," she said simply. "And you know why." She patted the side of my head. "It's because you're my toy."

 I felt any final resistance and second-guessing crumble, as though my mind was melting.

 There wasn't much for me to do, really. I couldn't say no to my Princess. As badly as I wanted to cum, I just couldn't say no. I wanted her to feel proud of me. I understood full well that Sun Hee was guiding my actions here, but I needed to take this journey with her.

 I clicked the lock shut again. It was a quick, decisive action, and the snap of the metal lock rang through the bedroom. Then, on impulse, I stood and delicately dropped the key into her teacup where it quickly sank from view.

 Sun Hee burst into a wide and eager smile. "Come on up here," she called wildly, pulling me onto the bed. "I want to fuck you."

 I was all to hungry to join her. Her use of the word "fuck" baffled me briefly, I had just resealed my lock, knowingly foreclosing on the possibility of sex, so intercourse was no longer possible, but Sun Hee took control and soon put me to rights. She pushed me down onto the bed, her actions greedy and even violent, and she climbed on top of me -- climbed on top of my face.

 As I looked up, her pink and wet little pussy was lowering down over my face, her musky scent enveloping me. She looked so gloriously sexy as she climbed up onto me: her tits jutting from her opened blouse, and her pussy visibly throbbing with arousal. But the dark blue of her loose skirt draped around my head as her thighs settled down on either side of my ears, covering me in darkness, and Sun Hee began to ride me.

 I licked hungrily, blindly. Her labia pushed against my cheek and lips, her clit sliding wetly against my nostrils. Her juices smeared across my face and even up into my nose. She didn't just let me lick her -- she was fucking me. She was the one in charge.

 "I'm going to fuck you, baby," Sun Hee hissed, the tension of desperate arousal cracking her voice. "I'm going to be so cruel to you."

 I licked at her blindly, groping in the dark. My hands found their way up to her now naked breasts and clutched at her tits. Sun Hee's hands folded over mine and urged me to squeeze harder. Together we squeezed violently, clawing at her sensitive nipples

 She ground her pussy down harder, rubbing her clit against the bridge of my nose in a way that in truth was starting to hurt. I struggled to get air, and to get my tongue on her little hood, but she seemed almost not to care. It felt not so much like I was giving her cunnilingus as that she was fucking my face.

 "I'm going to be cruel... so cruel..." Her muffled voice echoed above me in my darkness underneath her skirt.

 The wetness, the darkness, the heavy air trapped underneath her skirt, all these assailed me, but Sun Hee either was unaware of my distress or simply didn't care. I was her toy.

 She started to cry out, her voice high and urgent. "Yes," she panted. "Yes... yes."

 She clutched tighter at my hands, her fingernails digging into my flesh. My own cries were muffled by her flesh. Buried as I was under her dress, she couldn't see me and she didn't care. She cared only for her quickening orgasm.

 "Aahhhhggg!" Sun Hee cried out. Her thighs tightened like a vise around me, my ears ached, and my jaw hurt from spreading for her. Her pelvis knocked against me in a way that would bruise tomorrow.

 Sun Hee clutched down harder, her body arching and spasming. I felt every tremor of the long, muscular orgasm as it spasmed through her entire body, causing her to squeeze and clench involuntarily against me. She arched and shook as if her entire body had itself become a doll, violently shaken by some larger, unseen hand.

 Then she cried out again, long and high and loud, a girlish wail of triumph. 

 I can only imagine what my Princess was thinking as she used me for her release.



Sun Hee Ch. 05



NOTE: Expert-level readers should ask themselves whether Sun Hee would want them to cum or whether she would expect them to cum only if and how she allows her chastity boy to cum.

*****

After Sun Hee fucked my face that afternoon, she fell exhausted into my arms, and we had a long and very frank talk about everything that had been happening over the last several days. It felt incredibly, deliciously intimate lying naked with her in her dorm bed and sharing so openly. We talked about everything. We talked about her feeling hurt from the night before and about her struggle to navigate the complex and often unfair expectations placed on her by others as a Korean girl. We talked about the way she hated being treated back in Korea, and how she struggled in a different fashion the stereotypes and expectations she found placed on her here. She explained that discovering her power over me was really changing her sense of herself and her own sexual desires. By "taking" my manhood, it was like she was the man now, she said, and that gave her access to a world of possibility and privilege she had always envied.

I shared with her as frankly and honestly as I could what it felt like to be caged in her little chastity device. I described the way my balls felt and the hopeless but insistent attempts to get hard - and what it felt like to have her cage constantly block any erection. I told her what it was like knowing she held the key, and knowing that I was truly under her control. I described how humiliating it felt to be locked this way, and how mortifying it would be if anyone found out. She seemed to find that especially interesting. (I felt a little guilty, but I didn't tell her about the particular fascination I felt being caged around her roommate Jin Sook and how much she intimidated me, fearing Sun Hee's jealousy. But I think she must have sensed it. However much Sun Hee wanted control, her roommate Jin Sook was the clear alpha girl of the group, the glamorous "mean girl" who came from money and let everyone know it. There was a rivalry there.)

In turn, Sun Hee explained how strange and liberating it felt to be with me. She said that while many guys hit on her and got sex from her, I was special for the way I took time to get to know her. She confessed that she liked sex and missed feeling a hard cock inside her, but I gave her things no one else could. She said it felt strange that we still hadn't even slept together, but she liked it. Of course she did: she was the one getting to cum as often as she liked on my tongue while I went without.

We talked this way for hours, with me nibbling at her ears and nuzzling her full and pert breasts. I admired how big her tits looked standing out on her petite little frame. Her areolas were so small and just barely darker than her light, golden skin, and I loved how sensitive and eager her little nipples were. At just 5'4'', Sun Hee couldn't be more than 115 lbs soaking wet, so cute and endearing. For her part, Sun Hee played with my penis and balls, endlessly fascinated by the cage she had locked around me and exploring every curve and lock.

We cuddled and held each other like this during the sleepy afternoon, napping in one another's arms. Then, later that evening, I took Sun Hee out on a date into the city and things felt right again between us. Not everything was about sex and chastity between us, though that part of our relationship continued to intensify; we also had a connection as two people in love that only deepened as she took things further and further. If I had felt upset by the way she was treating me, I could have left her. I mean, I would have been heartbroken, but I could have. The thing was - I didn't want to. I liked the relationship that was building between us.

Still,I had been locked for five days now. Never in my adult life had I gone so long without cumming. My release yesterday had been cancelled, rather cruelly. And while Sun Hee had promised that she would "release me soon," she also insisted that when would be entirely up to her. I was counting the days. After five days, the next day was day six.

DAY SIX: The next day, Sunday, I indulged my Princess by taking her out to buy her a new dress. Sun Hee teased me about how she had a good laugh this morning thinking about how long I've been kept locked up now and how much fun it was to take advantage of me because of it. "In fact," she said, "I want you to buy me a new dress today. Just because."

Who was I to say no?

We spent the long sunny afternoon, then, exploring an upscale outdoor mall area, one of those ersatz-village places with the cobblestone pathways, park areas, and condos above the shops. We walked hand in hand, enjoying the sun and crowds and the salty hint of the ocean air. As we people watched, Sun Hee teased me about how all the other young guys out with their dates would be "getting pussy" tonight while I would stay locked up. She asked casually how long I thought a couple had been together and what kind of sex they had: was it "hard and rough," "slow and sensual," or "quick and dirty"? Did I "think she made him use a condom"? The worst - by which I mean the best - was when Sun Hee would point to a couple or to a group of young women and ask how I thought they would react if "she knew I was locked in a cage"?

In was kind of fun, actually. Humiliating, but fun. We made up little stories about the people we passed, and Sun Hee especially enjoyed the way I couldn't help but stammer every time she teased me about one of the passing women knowing about my cage or seeing it through my pants.

"You wouldn't really tell, would you?" I asked once or twice, rather meekly.

She shrugged and giggled. "Maybe."

The first thing we shopped for, I insisted, was some new bras. I was tired of seeing my Princess in those ill-fitting white cotton bras she always wore from Korea. When we tried to go into the back area for a fitting, the saleswoman brusquely and rather rudely pushes me out of the room, scolding me to wait awkwardly on the sales floor.

It's an oddly uncomfortable feeling as a guy to be left alone in a specialty lingerie shop with nothing but bras and panties on the racks around you. Other women shopping look at you like you're some kind of perv or predator. If only they knew I was caged in chastity. No threat to them at all. And no use, either.

My beautiful girlfriend, my keyholder, made me wait at least half an hour before she finally came out of the dressing room smiling cheerfully, carrying several bras and matching panties that she then placed up on the counter. One was an very feminine red lace, the other a more sultry black. My dick surged in its cage as I tried to imagine how Sun Hee will look in the red one. Seeing her in red lace was something of a special fantasy for me, as she well knew.

As we left the shop, Sun Hee burst into laughter. "I told her!" she giggled. "I told the saleswoman about your cage. When we were in the back, she was measuring me, I told her."

My face immediately flushed red, and my body grew stiff. The cage around my penis suddenly became much too small. The sales clerk was an black woman in her early 30s, attractive in a rather sexy outfit. I looked back over my shoulder, shocked by the sudden knowledge. The clerk was looking my way. She knew!

The effect was both humiliating and exciting. I held Sun Hee's hand even tighter as we walked away.

Our shopping bags started to accumulate as we explored the mall. At one point Sun Hee was admiring a gold and silver metallic top worn by a mannequin in the display window. It was a tight halter that displayed a plunging neckline that, even on the mannequin, seemed startlingly revealing. On impulse, I dared Sun Hee to wear it, knowing of course that she would never agree. But then she proved me wrong. She had a brash swagger to her as she marched into the boutique - more, still, that I was learning about her - and then that bag was added to our collection.

Finally, the dress. Sun Hee found the perfect one. It was a tiny little babydoll, all pale yellow cotton and lace. It looked so feminine and girlish on her, there seemed almost to be a glow about her. Looking at my beautiful Korean girlfriend in this dress, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be with her. Her large, nubile breasts strained against the delicate lace around her cleavage, and the short hem hovered provocatively around her narrow hips, just barely long enough to touch the tops of her thighs. 

It was also pretty expensive. Too expensive. I was just a poor college student, too. But Sun Hee clearly wanted the dress badly. She looked up at me with her big, wet eyes from under her dark bangs. She looked so beautiful, I couldn't say no. She knew that buying her pretty things was part of my submission to her, and it felt so good to indulge her. Despite myself, I felt a little thrill putting this all on my credit card, knowing how I would struggle to pay it off.

DAY SEVEN: Still no release. If I thought that spoiling her with pretty new clothes would earn me any mercy, she showed me just what a fool I still was. Instead, Sun Hee found my before class looking like a cat who had gotten the cream. At first I didn't realize what had her so pleased with herself. She wore a delicate little gold chain around her neck that I didn't recognize, and she kept running the chain between her lips in a way that was clearly meant to be significant.

Then I finally realized what I was seeing, and a thrill of sexual tension ran down my spine. It wasn't just the golden chain between her lips, it was my key!

Sun Hee smiled widely, showing the key she held between her teeth. "I see you know what this is," she said with satisfaction. Then she opened her mouth to let the key drop down against her breasts.

"I thought I would start wearing your key around my neck," she said. "Do you like that, sweetie? This way I can always remind you who owns your little penis. And even when you're not around, I know right where you are." She patted the key at her breast.

"I do so like my toy. It's very precious," she continued. "With this key, I like that I can take it out and play with it anytime I like, and then put it back safely in its little cage whenever I'm done.

She patted the key possessively. "Isn't that right, baby?"

I nodded agreement. It was true. Knowing that her key was right there around her neck was already adding a significant new dimension to my chastity predicament.

"Of course, if someone sees or asks about the key, you need to remember the rule." She arched her eyes at me significantly. Apparently that would require me to explain to that person what the key is for.

The possibility alarmed me. Thankfully, she slipped the chain underneath her top, so that while the golden chain was clearly visible around her neck, the key itself was safely tucked again between her breasts.

Later that day, as we studied together at the library, Sun Hee teased me again with the key. She pulled it out and let it hang outside her cleavage, the little key shining clearly against the white cotton of her top. Several times she took the key between her lips and sucked on it. She seemed almost unconscious of this new habit.

Several people we knew passed by to say hello, and Jin Sook even joined us briefly at the table. But thankfully nobody noticed Sun Hee's new bit of jewelry. Or at least no one said anything.

At one point, while she and Jin Sook were talking, Sun Hee abruptly exclaimed, "Oh, shoot. I left my favorite pen back in my room. It's all the way on the other side of campus."

She slumped back in her chair looking disappointed and then gave me a pointed look.

"I- I can go get it for you," I offered. It was a ridiculous errand to run; I wasn't even sure Sun Hee had a favorite pen. But I was pretty sure she was wanting to test her control, and well, it worked.

"You're the best, sweetie," Sun Hee said. She held out her room key, made me promise I wouldn't touch anything else in her or Jin Sook's room, and then brusquely sent me on my way.

Jin Sook studied me closely as I trotted off.

The thing is, I wanted to go. I wanted to make Sun Hee happy.

DAY EIGHT: In the hallway with Sun Hee, that guy from our class, Sebastian, came over and asked if she wanted to study in the library this afternoon. Sun Hee paused and shot me a meaningful look. She was testing me to see if I would obey the new rules. Her body language made clear that any hope of release depended on it. Her left hand fingered the chain around her neck, though the key remained hidden inside her dress.

"You should go," I croaked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "Really, it's ok," I told them. "I need to catch my other class anyway."

It was the most terrifying and nerve wracking thing I had ever said. I couldn't believe it. But Sun Hee looked pleased.

Watching them walk away filled me with dread and intoxicating excitement. It was just an afternoon study session, they probably wouldn't even be alone, but still the prospect electrified me and made my imagination run wild.

Later, alone in her room with her, Sun Hee sat in her desk chair and pulled me down onto my knees. Struggling a bit with her dress, she lifted it up over her hips and urged me down between her legs. She had her legs draped over my shoulders as I licked her to orgasm.

As I licked her sweet little pussy, Sun Hee talked idly about how proud she was of me for standing aside while she went off to study with Sebastian. "You were a good boy," she said.

DAY NINE: It had been more than twice my original chastity sentence now, and I hoped sincerely this would be the day she would finally release me. She even hinted as much, several times.

"Oh, nine days? Has it really been that long?" Sun Hee asked, all innocently.

She sat beside me at lunch, making sure I saw the key she still wore around her neck. "It's been quite a while, I guess, since I locked up your cock. You've been so sweet to me these last few days. I think it's having a real effect on your behavior. I like that."

Sun Hee snuggled closer. She felt so warm and innocent against me, but the desperate, endless buzz in my balls said otherwise. "I like that I'm changing the way you think about sex," she continued. "Sex doesn't mean intercourse for you anymore, does it? Now, sex means licking me, and I'm the one who gets to orgasm."

She kissed me chastely on the cheek. "Who knows, maybe you will even learn to stop needing any orgasm yourself."

Somehow, I strongly doubted that. I couldn't ever imagine getting used to the endless, merciless suffering of her chastity, though I did love it.

Sensing the way I flinched, Sun Hee reached under the table between my legs and wrapped her hand around my caged penis. "That's right," she purred. "Feeling the squeeze of my cage around your cock at all times is a constant reminder of who owns you and what I expect from you."

It was humiliating and exciting to have her grope me this way in the middle of the university cafeteria with so many people walking by. Any of them could see us right now, and some of them almost certainly did.

She leaned in, her lips right against my ear, and in a throaty whisper threatened, "I'm going to keep you locked until the truth really sets in - I own you."

It was thrilling to hear her speak this way, but then, as she often did, she twisted the knife still further. Reaching her hand still further between my legs, Sun Hee put on a mock-disappointed face and exclaimed, "Oh, but I do keep forgetting how small your penis is."

She pitched her voice just right, just loudly enough, that the group at the next table could hear. I knew because they suddenly burst into laughter and several of the girls and one of the guys turned to look our way.

Sun Hee smiled innocently.

DAY TEN: Finally - finally! - after ten long days, the moment came. I was in the library studying with some friends that evening when I got a text from Sun Hee.

"It's time. 9pm your place. Don't be late or you lose."

I knew immediately what she meant, and the joy that shot through my body in that moment was euphoric. Noticing the time, that joy was immediately replaced by a kind of blind panic. It was 8:54 now, and my dorm was on the far side of campus.

I shot to my feet, knocking books and papers everywhere and startling my friends. "Gotta go!" I spurted and frantically stuffed everything pell-mell into my bag. God only knows what they thought of me as I hurriedly darted out on them.

And then I was running across campus chanting to myself (I hope to myself) some version of: "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Sun Hee is finally letting me cum!"

It felt like Christmas and I must have been smiling like an idiot when I burst into the hallway panting from exhaustion because Sun Hee smiled, clearly amused, when she saw me. And yes, she was calmly waiting for me right next to my door. She must have planned this, I realized, already knowing I wasn't in my room, and was jerking my chain with her "threat" that I'd better be home.

Well, she had jerked my chain, and sure enough I came running like a hopeless puppy. Just the way she wanted me.

"Somebody sure looks eager," Sun Hee laughed. She patted my cheek affectionately, but I was already sweeping her up in my arms, surprising her with my boisterous excitement. I rubbed my caged cock hard against her hips savoring the knowledge that soon that cage would finally be removed.

My roommate Blake must have thought we were drunk when we stumbled into the shared outer room, both of us giggling and pawing at each other. The look on his face said it all: he knew we were about to be getting it on in my room, and for once he was right. Sun Hee gave him a flirty wave that made me a little jealous, and his eyes followed her across the room, but it didn't matter. I was finally getting out of my cage.

The door safely latched behind us, I pulled her in for a rough kiss and growled into her ear, "I need you so much, baby."

Sun Hee seemed to melt into my arms in a way that felt heavenly, her body so soft and limp and submissive. She felt so sexual, so feminine, and everything about her smelled so good. It felt bittersweet to realize this is how her old boyfriends must have experienced her: feminine, soft, trembling with need - ready to be used for their pleasure.

Sun Hee trembled with obvious desire. However desperate for release I was, she clearly felt a raw sexual need of her own, and she burrowed closer into my chest. "Mmm, baby, it feels really good hearing that," she murmured. Her upturned face seemed almost out of focus, as if she too were feeling lost in the moment.

I leaned down to kiss her again, softly at first and then with a burning need, growing almost violent as I forced my tongue inside her and began to explore her mouth. Her tiny fingers clutched at me, and I felt her nipples hard and rough against my chest. This was how it would feel - to take her. I could just push forward like this, press her delicate little body down against the bed, climb on top of her and between her. I could push apart her legs, and she would open for it, she would open. I could feel how readily she would open, letting herself be taken. Rough or gentle. No, it would be rough. She would allow it rough, she would like it rough, and we would be fucking. I would be between her bare little legs and we would be fucking. My bare cock inside her treasure.

Sun Hee's palm pressing against my chest broke the reverie. She pushed me away and stepped back, taking charge even as she, too, seemed to tremble with desire. 

My head was spinning as I struggled to contain myself. I must be good still, the cage wasn't off yet, I was still at her mercy.

A little half-smile darted over her lips. She looked thoughtful, yet pleased. She stepped away, patting my shoulder and murmuring something I couldn't make out, in Korean I think, and I took some solace from how visibly difficult it was for her, too, not to simply give into this moment of passion.




Sun Hee Ch. 05



Sun Hee half turned as she paced slowing around me, studying me. It was an odd, but not unpleasant experience. Indeed, feeling Sun Hee's attention on me, feeling her eyes on me, it was something I was learning to crave. I waited submissively, curious where this encounter would take things.

Finally she stopped, tapped her index finger against her mouth, and studied me thoughtfully. "Undress," she said. Her command sent a little thrill through my body.

This time, it didn't feel so bad obeying. It felt almost sensuous undressing for her, not that I was putting on any kind of erotic strip tease, but I liked the satisfaction she clearly felt at watching me obey. She watched with sharp, Korean eyes, pleased that she had this authority.

I pulled my clothes off one by one, this time folding them neatly for her in the corner without being asked. She crooked a smile seeing that.

Standing naked in front of her still felt pretty humbling, but it was also exciting. I liked it. And I definitely liked catching her eyes every time they glanced down at my caged cock. Sure, she had me caged, but at least I had that little bit of power: her eyes couldn't help drifting down to her property.

I also enjoyed drinking in my sexy little girl, even if I felt a little disappointed at how she was dressed today. Sun Hee's outfit was in a typically Korean in fashion and not terribly adventurous. And maddeningly modest. Starting high and tight around her neck, her dress fell in the shape of a perfect triangle, narrow at the neck and ending with a wide flare at the thighs. It was a striking look with its sharp and precise cut, making her look very pretty yet strangely reserved at the same time, yet her hips and perky breasts were lost under the stiff gray fabric. And while the dress masked the curves of her petite body, the black stockings she wore covered what remained of her thighs and legs. In all, it was a surprisingly modest, even dowdy look.

Her heels were especially spikey though, I did like that. The 5 inch heels made her stand a bit taller than I was used to.

Sun Hee stepped toward me, her heels striking sharply against the tile floor. The stiletto heels gave her such feminine power and authority, I thrilled at every click of her feet.

Almost casually, her hand reached out and cupped underneath my sensitive balls. Her touch felt cold at first, sending confusing messages: arousal and retreat. She probed lightly, testing the weight and texture of my testicles, before finally speaking. "Your balls feel pretty full, don't they?"

I nodded, eager.

"So much cum built up inside there," she said. "So much sperm."

I groaned. "I'm so full right now. I feel like I'm going to burst. You have no idea, baby."

Sun Hee smirked and tapped her finger against the sensitive underside of my scrotum, the part left exposed by that infernal chastity cage. "You're right, I don't. But I really like seeing how it makes you feel."

Her touch registered simultaneously as pain and pleasure. I ached for her teasing yet couldn't stand it any further. I wondered, seriously, if my balls might burst if she didn't finally grant me a release.

I hardly dared ask for fear of jinxing it, or worse, for fear she would say yes only to take it back later, but I broke down. I couldn't hold back. "Will you... will you let me cum? Baby?"

Sun Hee looked at me thoughtfully without replying. Her finger kept tracing its way along the swollen curves of my tortured balls.

"Princess?" I asked, desperate. I knew I must have sounded pathetic. Was there something in particular she wanted me to say? I would say it. I would say anything. I just needed her to say yes. I needed it!

She seemed perfectly aware of my desperation. She seemed to feed on it. Her hand wrapped around my sack and then, suddenly, Sun Hee squeezed. The pain was a strange kind of ecstasy. I hissed and cried out, too lost in the immediacy of the pain to even consider what my roommate must be hearing through the thin door.

Sun Hee's hands were too tiny to fit around my scrotum as a whole; instead, her fingers were wrapped around my left ball by itself. She squeezed again, harder this time. Her grip brought me up onto my toes, as if I could get away from her, yet there was no escape.

She cocked her head to the side, quizzically. "Do you like that?"

"Do I - do I -?" I sputtered, baffled by the question and unable to complete it in my mind.

She squeezed again. I want to say it was the hardest yet, but really I was too taken by surprise, too lost in the pain to tell. Sparks of agony radiated outward through my groin and up my spine, and yet, oddly, the pain was a kind of pleasure, and feeling myself in the grip of Sun Hee's hand triggered a kind of exhilaration.

"Yes..." I gasped, not really knowing what I was saying. "Yes... please..." Was I asking her to stop or begging for more? I don't know.

Sun Hee did relax her grip though. Not all the way, she still held my cum-swollen testicle in her hand, and asked, "Do you want to cum, baby?"

She sounded so sweet and innocent, so girlish. I feared it was a trap, I knew it was, yet I couldn't do anything other than answer honestly. "Yes, Princess, more than anything."

Sun Hee abruptly leaned up on her toes and gave me the sweetest, gentlest kiss. The sudden change left my head spinning, and it left my poor balls pulsing in a kind of sweet agony. When she came back down, her heels clicked against the floor.

"Ok," she said brightly. "You can cum, but first..." She held up a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs that dangled delicately from her pinky finger. I don't know where they came from.

At her instructions, she nudged me back onto the narrow bed until I was lying on my back, and then she pushed my arms back over my head so that they dangled just off the edge. Leaning over me, she deftly snaked the cuffs around the cheap metal frame of the bed. The fabric of her dress was rough against my bare skin, and I felt deeply vulnerable letting her chain my down this way, especially after the way she had been torturing my balls. 

Still, I was powerfully excited watching my sexy girl do her work above me, and the smell of her skin was sweet and musky. I confess I wanted to reach out to squeeze her breasts as they hovered over me, but of course I couldn't. Then, with a quick tug at my wrists, Sun Hee snapped the ridiculous pink handcuffs around me, holding me down onto the bed. She did see to like undermining my masculinity: the pink of her cuffs mirrored the pink of her little lock around my cage.

The click of the cuffs sent a little thrill through me. I wasn't sure where all this was going, but I have to admit it was fun to be tied down. Being helpless and at her mercy was pretty exciting. The heat of Sun Hee's petite little body above me was positively intoxicating, so why did it arouse me even more that it was no longer in my power to pull her down on top of me?

Tying me down clearly excited her as well. I could sense she was wet. I could smell her. The sweet musk of her pussy called to me.

"There," Sun Hee said, clearly satisfied with her work. She looked so cute and pleased with herself as she peered down into my face, studying me. "Now you're all tied up and helpless. Now we can think about letting you out of that cage."

I definitely liked that idea. My cock had been pushing expectantly against the cage this whole time, and I really thought I might die if I didn't get released. But what happened next was actually better.

Sun Hee stood up and moved away from the bed, positioning herself in the center of the room. She locked my gaze with hers. Then she reached her arms back behind her head to the zipper and started to pull.

As the zipper lowered, her body rocked side to side a little, making the triangle hem of her dress dance over her hips. I definitely liked that, and her otherwise rather disappointingly modest outfit started to seem a little sexier. But then she blew my mind.

Sun Hee slowly lowered her dress as her bare shoulders barely poked into view. Then a bit further and her clavicle appeared, shadows highlighting the delicate curves of the bone. The black straps of her bra made a striking contrast against her pale honey skin. On the paler side for Asian skin, her narrow shoulders gleamed under the light in a most enticing way.

But then, rather than continuing the slow tease, her dress simply dropped to the floor. And my jaw dropped with it. Damn!

It actually took my brain a few moments to process just what I was seeing. Sun Hee may have been dressed modestly on the outside, but what she wore underneath was nakedly sexual. She wore the black lace balconette bra I had bought for her, letting me see it on her for the first time. The bra fit her large, pert breasts so much better than her old fobby bras, and the balconette left the majority of her full tits bare and exposed, leaving her small but rock-hard nipples to poke upwards proudly.

As my eyes traveled downward along the inward curve of her narrow waist, she wore a black lace garter belt that I don't even remember her picking out, looking impossibly delicate on her tiny waist. And I saw to my delight that her black tights were instead stockings. The black silk ended high on her thighs with a band of delicate, feminine white lace, making a striking contrast against the black silk - and against the perfect little black tuft of pussy hair. For Sun Hee was not wearing any underwear!

Instead, the perfect pink lips of her labia were just visible between the generous gap in her thighs. And no wonder I could smell her! She was so wet that her pink lips shone with wetness, and even her inner thighs were glossy with the sheen of her arousal. Sun Hee wasn't just wet - she was dripping!

The sudden display of her wanton sexuality stunned and delighted me. "Holy shit, Sun Hee!" I yelled. The exclamation erupted automatically, and Sun Hee's face turned visibly, delightfully red. She loved the intensity of my reaction, and in turn I loved seeing the naked - even eager - way she drank up all my attention.

It was hard to remember just how normally shy this little Korean girl was, and it was thrilling to see just how much it excited her to take this risk for me.

And it must have been a risk. Sun Hee must have been a bundle of nerves and excitement heading across campus to my dorm dressed like this.

"You look amazing," I assured her. "So sexy, so beautiful."

Honestly, I had never had a girl dress like this for me before, and in that moment she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. If not for these handcuffs, no amount of submissiveness would have been enough to keep me from throwing her down onto the bed and fucking her right then and there. Of course, I was handcuffed, and the chains were rattling noisily against the bed frame as a struggled to control myself.

Sun Hee at this point was smiling broadly. However much she struggled to really believe it when someone complimented her, as so many Korean girls do, she couldn't deny the effect her little strip tease was having on me, and she loved it.

I guess my reaction emboldened her to try new things, because Sun Hee put her right foot out, leaned down, and slowly traced her fingers along the silken curve of of her thigh before then playfully adjusting the lace at the top of her stockings. Grinning, she switched legs and did the same thing again. Her tall heels gave her calves a sexy arch, and the light from my bedside glinted off the shiny black of her pumps. As she switched legs, she cocked her hips with deliberate exaggeration. Her narrow hips were more girlish than voluptuous, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

She picked awkwardly at the garter belt, something I suspect she had never worn before, and drew her hands upwards until she cupped her breasts. Swaying her hips, Sun Hee even ventured a rough sketch of some of her moves from the dance floor, so that the black heels clicked against the floor. The very fact that her little dance was clearly amateurish and spontaneous only made it all the more sexy and endearing.

She blushed a bit at the end, and stood rather awkwardly with her arms wrapped around her, as if unsure what to do next. For my part, my cock was so hard I swear the plastic of the cage bulged. I really thought it might break. Sun Hee saw it, too. Leaning over me, she traced her fingers along the bulging cage, her dark eyes wide in disbelief. "Wow," she said. "This really turns you on, doesn't it? It really, really turns you on."

"Yes!" I cried. I stared at her urgently, as though somehow I might draw her closer with my gaze alone. The chain of the cuffs rattled and scrapped. God, I wanted to feel her.

Sun Hee pulled closer and leaned over me so that her sexy body hovered over mine. The sexual energy radiating between our bodies was incredible. I arched upward, aching to feel her even as I couldn't reach, but Sun Hee did lean in for a sweet and lingering kiss, her lips soft and full.

Teasing still, she leaned down further so that her full breasts fell around my face, the black lace just slightly scratchy compared to the impossible smoothness of her skin. My mouth hungrily opened toward her breasts, eager to taste them, and for a few glorious moments Sun Hee allowed me to lick and suck her nipples. Feeling the way they hardened under my tongue echoed the impossible hardening of my swollen balls.

But then she was pulling away, dragging her wet nipples slowly down the length of my naked chest. The groan she pulled from my body was heavy with pain and desire. Her breasts felt intensely sexual against me, but I wanted her pussy, I wanted her pussy. Her bare pussy. I could feel the heat radiating intensely from where her naked sex hovered above my thighs.

But still she went downward, determined to break me. As her breasts lowered down level with my throbbing and imprisoned cock, Sun Hee wrapped her tits around my caged cock and started to move herself up and down, gently at first and then faster. Her dark eyes snapped up to mine, devouring every nuance of agony and need that played across my face as she simulated jerking me off with her breasts.

I would have cum in moments if only I could have gotten hard, and even trapped within the cage, I felt like I might start to spurt. I didn't even know if it was possible to cum while caged, yet I felt what seemed to be an orgasm rising.

I wanted it so badly, Sun Hee's perfect tits around my bare cock. The image was so intensely powerful, I saw it perfectly in my mind's eye: my throbbing erection pulsing with orgasm, shooting load after load of my pent of sperm onto Sun Hee's giant tits... onto her face... coating her with my hot cum.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. It was too much. I loved it, but it was too much.

"Princess," I begged. Even to my own ears my voice had a desperation that sounded pathetic. "Princess, please. Please. I can't take anymore... Please!'

I felt like a child crying for mercy at the hands of a bully. Yet Sun Hee was the sexiest and sweetest bully I could ever imagine.

Sun Hee smiled broadly as she sat back on the bed and looked down at me. "Do you need to cum, baby?" she asked. Her tone changed. No longer teasing, but sweet and genuine. She seemed concerned, perhaps, that she had pushed me too far.

"Please, baby, yes," I begged. "Please, I just want to have sex with you. You have no idea."

Sun Hee made a playful frown as she listened to me beg. "Darling, I promised I would let you cum, but you know I can't have sex with you. We agreed," she said, acting sad. "We have to obey the rules." She said it as though the rules were forcing her decision, but the twinkle in her eyes made clear this was exactly what she wanted.

She cupped her hands over my cage, and the way she waved my cock back and forth was loving. Looking thoughtful, she bit her lip. "There's something I want to do though," she said sweetly. "I want to give you a ruined orgasm. Can I do that?"

She looked so earnest and thoughtful, but the name, which I hadn't heard of before, sounded ominous. "Ruined orgasm? What's that?"

"You'll see," Sun Hee giggled darkly. "It's something I read about online. It sounds really fun to try!"

"Read about?" I asked. How did this girl, this inexperienced girl from Korea, seem to know so much about sex? What else was she learning about online? Maybe it made sense that my bookish Korean girlfriend would approach even my chastity with such diligence and studiousness, yet still, it surprised me. I thought I knew her, but I was learning more and more about Sun Hee every day.

"Of course." She was animated, eager. "I've wanted so much to be a keyholder. You know that, baby. Don't you want to be the best keyholder I can for you, baby?"

With that, Sun Hee drew her left leg up onto the bed so that her spike heel planted between my legs. Her high heel pumps were shiny and black, tapering into a long and dangerous looking point at the toe, and the sharp contrast between her sexy heels nudging against the tender whiteness of my balls looked both sexy and scary.

The key, obviously, was not on her necklace around her neck where it usually was, and I had been wondering where she had it, worrying perhaps that she had left it behind. But Sun Hee lifted the heel of her tiny foot from the shoe and reached underneath. Her fingers came out holding the key.

As Sun Hee pulled out the key, her show slide forward, pressing into the sensitive underside of my scrotum and causing me to gasp. It was an accident at first, but then she nudged further. Enjoying the way my face reacted to the intense vulnerability of my exposed balls to her tip of her black shoes, Sun Hee slowly edged her foot forward so that the black tip of her pumps pushed deeper into my tender sex. It didn't hurt exactly, the effect was more psychological: a heightened awareness of just how vulnerable I was to her. My head threw back as I let out a long, low moan.

"Do you like that?" she asked. "Do you like my heels pressing against your balls?"

Sun Hee held my eyes with hers, watching me intently. Remembering her insistence that I needed to learn to be honest, I nodded slowly. She smiled and thrust forward more sharply, enough to be painful, making me gasp and squirm. Then she lifted the sole of her pumps, showing me the hard, flat edge, and slowly, deliberately lowered her foot down until it pressed hard against my nutsack.

The image seemed to pass back and forth between us unspoken of her heels pressing harder, crushing down on my unprotected balls much as she had squeezed them in her hand. Her calf muscle seemed to flex, reading herself. In that moment I was submissive enough, I think, to let her do it.

But Sun Hee relented. She delicately lifted her foot away and instead gathered herself up onto her knees so that she could better reach my cage. "Let's get you unlocked," she said huskily. She traced the cold metal of the key along my inner thigh and across my balls before, finally, sliding it smoothly into the lock and popping the latch.

The sharp click was the most beautiful sound in the world.

Her fingers moved briskly and efficiently as she slide her embarrassingly pink padlock out of the hasp and then, blessedly, lifted off the front part of the cage. A wave of cool air washed over my poor constrained cock, and immediately I felt him start to stiffen and awaken. Ten days it had been! Ten days!

Sun Hee watched with rapt attention, obviously delighted and fascinated, as my long dormant cock twitched and shuddered, flopped outward, and then rapidly engorged - my pent up sexual need rushing through the length of my penis until it stood upright in an angry tower of steel. Sun Hee purred as my cock grew hard and angry before her eyes.

The male penis fascinated this girl: both a symbol of all the privilege and power she didn't have as a girl growing up in a male-dominated world, and for her now also, a symbol of the profound and unmistakable power over me that she had acquired. She took it all in, giggling with pleasure.




Sun Hee Ch. 05



My cock felt so free and so incredibly hard, and despite her teasing about my size, I looked huge in my eyes. I swear I felt like I could cut through steel. My chest rose and fell as a whole new level of sexual arousal coursed through my body, and sensing Sun Hee's obvious excitement and arousal in response only heightened the rush.

I felt incredibly powerful again, but still at her mercy. She was in charge, and I wanted to see what she had in store for me. Besides, those damn pink handcuffs were surprisingly effective.

Sun Hee leaned down over me, studying my cock intently, so close I could feel her breath against the sensitive tip of my glans. When I flexed my pc muscle, making my cock dance in response, she moaned a little in her cute high-pitched way.

Her tiny hands resting on my hip bones, she leaned closer still, and this time, as I flexed, I got my cockhead to bounce briefly against her lips. I have to said I felt a little triumphant. Caught off guard, Sun Hee jerked back and turned her head to the side, giggling helplessly as she covered her mouth with her hand.

God, I wished she would bring her mouth closer, part her lips around me, take me inside her wet little mouth. I wanted that maybe even more than her pussy. Somehow I just knew that Sun Hee would give an astonishing blow job, and a big cock pushing between her lips was maybe the sexiest thing I could imagine.

Sadly, it was not to be.

"Naughty boy," she scolded and slapped at me playfully.

In response to my little coup, she pulled her weight further up my legs so as to more fully immobilize me with her body. Satisfied, she reached out and delicately touched the very tip of my urethra with her finger. Pre-cum was already starting to pool, and I could feel it lube her finger. Slowly, agonizingly, she traced her finger down the long length of my angry erection, so lightly that she was almost not touching, and the moan she pulled from my body was part pleasure and part agony.

I felt entirely too sensitive, like that refractory period after orgasm when your cock is too sensitive to be touched - and yet, at the same time, I ached for her touch.

As she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to stroke, the agonizing sensitivity only increased. Too much - and too dry. I drew air sharply across my teeth in a hiss and pulled back instinctively.

"Aw, baby, is it too much?" she asked. Sun Hee matter of factly reached her hands between her legs, wetting herself with her own arousal as lubrication. It was remarkable how she could act so lewd, so nakedly sexual, and yet so innocent at the same time.

When she returned her hands to my shaft, I could feel her and smell her. Her scent hung in the room.

Her long, light stroke down the length of my cock sent chills radiating throughout my body.

The stimulation was so intense I wanted more and less at the same time. I thrashed a bit, feeling helpless and frustrated. Her pink handcuffs around my wrists and the weight of her body against my thighs did a surprisingly good job of rendering my bound, making me feel helpless before Sun Hee's teasing, yet still the involuntary spasms of my body made her rock and sway above me. 

Her full tits bounced and heaved from side to side in that sexy black shelf bra. Her nipples were so hard they, too, must have been painfully sensitive to touch, and I could feel the wetness from her pussy sliding down the insides of my thighs. A long, wet bead of her juices trickled down the length of my inner left thigh until it came to a rest just underneath my kneecap.

But jerk and thrash as I did, Sun Hee continued to ride my body. She griped down and started stroking harder, her fingers, smooth from her pussy juices, gliding up and down the length of my shaft. It felt so good I wanted it to go on forever, but already I could feel my orgasm start to rise. It was embarrassing how quickly I felt it start to cum. Please, I begged to myself, please don't cum, please don't cum already!

"Does somebody want to cum?" she coaxed. It was as if Sun Hee read my mind, but more likely she could feel it herself, the impending rush of sperm underneath her fingers as it gathered in my swollen balls. 

She could have slowed down and drawn it out, but instead she jerked more urgently, her fingers gripped more tightly. "Does somebody want to cum? Does somebody want a ruined orgasm?"

Deftly, she had scooped up more of the precum seeping out of the tip of my swollen cock and added it to the lubrication on her fingers, so that her hand felt warm and tight and slippery as she stroked me.

"Does somebody want a ruined orgasm?" she repeated eagerly.

I did. I did! I still didn't know what it meant, though the name sounded ominous. I still didn't know what she had in store for me, but I wanted it. I wanted her to ruin me in whatever way she saw fit.

"Yes, Princess, I do," I panted. "Ruin me... ruin me."

I felt like I was out of my mind. I thrashed against her pink handcuffs, making the chain shake and scrape noisily against the bed frame, and twisted away almost enough to knock Sun Hee's body off from my thighs. But I didn't want that, I wanted her. I wanted this handjob she was giving me that was blowing my mind.

Sun Hee held on tightly, almost ruthless now. "Your balls are so full," she coaxed. "So much cum... so much cum to spill."

"Yes, Princess, so much sperm for you."

I felt it coming. I was already past the point of no return. There was no way to stop it now. The whole thing had been so pathetically quick, not even a minute since she started in earnest. Maybe Sun Hee was right not to let me fuck her. I would have spilled so quickly inside her, it couldn't possibly have given her pleasure. Maybe she knew that.

Sun Hee's face was screwed up into a fearsome grimace. She looked intense, almost angry as she roughly fisted my cock. She was jerking it out of me. "So much cum that won't get inside me... won't ever get inside me," she taunted.

Ever? Did she mean that? The possibility sent me over the edge. I felt myself about to explode in a powerful rush. "Yes!" I cried out. "I'm cumming, Princess. I'm cumming."

An unbelievably huge load of sperm, the biggest I had ever experienced, started to surge up through my shaft. It felt so, so good. And then suddenly - Sun Hee removed her hands.

I don't know how to explain what happened. All that pent up cum was surging up my swollen cock, yet all her pleasure, all that sensitivity was suddenly gone. My feeling of orgasm, what had promised to be probably the very most intense orgasm of my life, was suddenly gone. Instead, my release almost... hurt.

Spurts of cum pulsed up the length of my swollen shaft, but instead of pleasure it felt suddenly too sensitive and strangely empty. My body convulsed in a kind of agony of disappointment. The feeling went on and on for what seemed like minutes. Flashes of light shot through my vision. I groaned and cried. Sperm kept flowing out of me, but it felt empty.

My orgasm felt ruined.

Sun Hee threw her hands into the air laughing wildly as cum was spurting everywhere. Spurt after spurt shot helplessly from the tip of my penis. It sprayed through the air, landing on my belly and on my chest. Even the side of my face. I felt a huge spurt streak up the side of my belly and chest. Another sailed through the air onto my left arm. Wetness pooled on my neck and cheek.

Days of pent of sperm sprayed everywhere in a sticky mess. But not in Sun Hee. Not in Sun Hee.

"Oh my god, that was amazing!" she breathed. "I loved that. I loved watching that."

She was clapping her hands, girlish in her delight. This apparently was a ruined orgasm, and she was wolfishly pleased with herself for doing it to me.

"So much cum," Sun Hee marveled. "Wow, you really were blocked up a lot, weren't you? Look at all that cum you spilled," she cooed as she traced a finger idly through the sticky wetness pooling on my skin, already turned cold.

She was clearly fascinated by the sheer volume of sperm she had jerked from me, while for my part I watched her in her clean bra and exposed chest, burning in frustration that I wasn't able to paint my load over my cruel temptress.

"Did that feel good?" she asked. Her face made clear she already knew the answer and relished her triumph. This had been her plan from the beginning, clearly.

I thought about how to try to answer. "When you let go your hand it... ached. I've never experienced that before."

"You came so fast though," she chided, rubbing it in how quickly I had ejaculated. "I've never made a man cum that fast before." She had to know how humiliating that was for her to say.

As if punctuating her put down, she casually scooped a glob of cum onto her finger and tapped her finger on my left cheek and then right, before tapping again right onto my lips. I tried to turn away, repulsed, but she was too quick and too insistent. Sun Hee's finger pressed.between my lips, filling my mouth with the sudden salty taste of my own ejaculate.

"Didn't that feel good, baby?" she asked again before abruptly leaning down. Sun Hee's lips met mine, and we shared the salty taste in our mouths.

The cum on my body was already starting to dry and turn sticky as she gazed down at me lovingly. Feeling the cum covering my skin the most pleasant sensation in the world, and it felt humiliating being covered in my own mess in front of her, but I liked the way I looked in her eyes.

Already Sun Hee was reassembling the cage around my flaccid dick. Empty and small, I fit inside the cage easily, and soon she had the padlock back in place. Then she gave the cage a loving pat. "There, there, all safe inside your little house," she said, talking to my penis. Feeling her lock me back up while my own cum was still drying on my body felt especially humiliating.

"I want to remember this," she cooed, and before I realized what she was doing Sun Hee had flashed a picture with her cellphone. The photo on her screen captured everything: the cage around my small cock, and the cum drying on my face and naked chest. I couldn't have looked more vulnerable. 

Seeing me startled, she teased, "Don't worry, I won't show anyone... probably." The possibility of that made me feel suddenly hot all over. This event was permanent now. It couldn't be denied.

Then she lay down beside me, stretching out her arms over her head. "I enjoyed this, too, my love," she said. "Ruining your orgasm was even more fun than I expected. Apparently it empties your balls, but does nothing to relieve your desire to cum."

She was right, of course. I could already feel it. My cock was still too drained to stir, but deep down in my balls and pc muscle was that same familiar, endless buzzing need. Sun Hee had jerked my balls empty, but the desire remained.

It was something I had to accept. I would always be frustrated around Sun Hee.

"What about you?" I asked, expecting her to demand I like her and more than happy to oblige.

Sun Hee patted my head lovingly. "It's sweet of you to ask, but don't worry. I wanted tonight to be special just for you." She looked so genuinely happy and content. "Did you like it?"

I did like it. I hated it, the sexual frustration in my balls was wholly unrelieved by whatever she did to ruin my orgasm, but I also liked it. I loved it!



Sun Hee Ch. 06



"I've taken your manhood. It belongs to me now." 

These were the first words I heard from Sun Hee in the morning as we woke together in each other's arms. Her little hand was down between my legs resting on her property, as it often was, and her long black hair draped across her sleepy face and stuck between her lips. Her hair was in my eyes as well, and the sweet musk of her skin filled my nostrils. My lips pressed against the side of her temple, tasting her.

I could feel her fingers absently exploring the chastity cage she had locked there, her touch both delicate and cruel.

My eyes squinted against the light, unwilling to wake up, and instead I drew Sun Hee's petite little body closer to mine. She felt warm and soft and willing. Crammed together in the tiny twin bed of my dorm room, we must have looked a picture of young love, if not for that plastic cage.

For any other young couple, waking groggily would have led to tender sex, her legs falling open as I rolled toward her, morning wood nosing between her sleepy thighs. 

But Sun Hee was right. She had taken my manhood. I was locked in chastity, and the key to my cage was on a thin chain that was right now twisted up in the sheets around her left breast. Her large full tits pressed into the mattress, and I felt just the tip of the key digging coldly just below my third rib.

It'd been almost a week since Sun Hee introduced me to the true nature of a ruined orgasm, and true to her prediction, my balls since burned with an urgency that remained unrelieved. The effect was unlike anything I could imagine.

Yet even as sex with this cute little Korean girl was out of the question, still I wanted to please her. My extended chastity only amplified this desire, a warm, overpowering urge to shower her with constant love and attention and devotion.

Thus, even as Sun Hee's eyes fluttered closed again and she seemed to drift back into a languid sleep, I was lowering down under the covers, seeking for that dark and warm treasure between her thighs.

I don't even know whether this was what she had wanted, but she welcomed it readily enough, her legs parting naturally at the first touch of my wet tongue. Sun Hee let out a long contented sigh as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wider, a trace of a smile widening on her sleepy face. Waking to such oral pleasure was, no doubt, something she enjoyed.

My body felt cramped and awkward as I tried to move down low enough. My spine and neck started to ache, and my legs ended up poking out from the bottom of the bed, flailing awkwardly from underneath the warmth of the covers. But her pussy tasted so sweet and tender.

I nosed deeper, reaching my tongue along the wetness of her exposed labia, and then lightly nibbled on the hood of her clit. Sun Hee rewarded my efforts with a sleepy squeal.

Licking harder now, I burrowed even farther down the bed until the bulk of my body hung off the end. I felt cold and exposed, yet it was so warm there between her legs. It never ceased to amaze me just how wet she became. So wet - and so open.

Above me, the sweet little mewling of my girl grew faster and more urgent. I could sense her breath rising and the tension in her body gathering. Yet in the darkness under the blankets I could see little more than the curve of her thighs and the tuft of black public hair high on her pubic bone. Her scent surrounded me in the wet darkness.

Eager to please her, I licked harder, urging her on. The sounds of her pleasure were music to my ears. Yet - the alarm on her phone chose this moment to start beeping.

"Baby," Sun Hee called to me. I licked harder now, desperate, but she called again. "Baby... I have to go." Her hands reached down to my head under the covers and pulled me up.

The beeping alarm continued from where her phone lay on the floor across the room. 

"Ugh, can you get that," she said. It was a statement, not a question. She had already nestled her head under the shade of her arm again, confident that I would take care of the alarm.

Just a few short weeks ago, before this pesky cage had ended control over my own sex, I would have been annoyed at her behavior. But wearing her cage had worked a profound change in me, or maybe I was fooling myself. Maybe I was always this way. Instead of annoyance, my heart leaped to please her. She wasn't being selfish; rather, of course she should expect me to take care of her as my Princess.

I crawled out of the bed into the biting cold air and stumbled over to turn off the alarm for her. I had wanted to make her cum but I think she felt good at least, and I knew there was no hope of convincing my Korean girl to stay in bed longer when she had to go to class. Few things, not even sex, got in the way of her drive to study hard.

I shivered naked in the middle of the room. Feeling tenderly, I gathered up her clothes from the chair where I had folded them for her the night before, and brought them over to the bed where Sun Hee was still squirming her pleasure underneath the covers. 

It was an automatic gesture. By now, it just felt natural to serve her.

I was still naked as Sun Hee slipped back into her clothes, gathered up her things, and prepared to leave. She didn't thank me for helping her dress. She took it for granted.

"I'll see you tonight after my study session," she said.

As Sun Hee leaned up onto her toes to kiss me goodbye, I was self-consciously reminded of the smell of her sex on my breath. Another strange reversal. If we had been a normal couple, it might have been she whose breath was heavy with the smell of sex from having sucked me in the morning. But I had never had that pleasure. Never felt Sun Hee's soft lips wrap around my turgid cock. Though I knew other men had.

I felt frustrated seeing her go. It wasn't the chastity cage locked onto my cock, it wasn't the oral sex that had been interrupted, it was simply that she had to leave. I missed her.

Five or ten minutes after Sun Hee had slipped out the door and the last of her footsteps echoed down the hall, I was dressed myself and gathering my things when my roommate Blake poked his head into the room.

"Blue balled?" he asked with a smirk.

His question caught me off guard, and I felt my face blush furiously. Did he know? He was my roommate and Sun Hee was around often enough; had he divined the nature of our relationship?

I guess my face must have shown some of the horror I was feeling because Blake suddenly looked contrite.

"Sorry, man," he said. "I didn't mean anything. Just that I heard you two fooling around a little." He knocked on the wall as a reminder of just how thin they were. "Sounds like you two got interrupted."

"Oh... yeah," I offered lamely.

I don't know what on earth possessed me to say what I did next. It wasn't cool to talk about Sun Hee this way even if she wasn't keeping me locked, and she would absolutely kill me if she ever found out. I guess I just badly wanted people to believe I was fucking this incredible girl, even if I wasn't.

So I lied.

"Actually, she... uh... " My hand gesture signaled a blow job.

Blake's eyebrows climbed up his forehead. "Oh yeah?" he asked sudden interest. "Was it good?"

"The best." I lied again, or rather, I said what I knew to be true though I had never experienced it. "Swallowed."

Blake whistled long and slow. It was wrong, but it strangely excited me to know what he was now imagining. Probably he would be jacking off to it after I left.

"No offense, man. But damn! I bet you're right. I bet that hot little Korean girl gives one hell of a blowjob." He cuffed me on the shoulder. "You're one lucky dude."

***

Finals were coming up soon, and sadly that meant seeing Sun Hee far less than I would have liked. When she wasn't in class, she was in the library, and when she wasn't in the library, she was in her room. 

Sadly, then, I wasn't too surprised when I didn't see Sun Hee later that night as she had promised. Her study group went past midnight, and after that all she had the energy for was to crawl back to her room to crash.

"Sorry, baby. Too tired," she texted. "Miss you."

I missed her, too.

I didn't see her the next day either. She was out with her Korean friends for dinner and then after that, more studying. "I need some girl time," she said. "Need to de-stress, you know? I'm sorry."

I understood. Of course I did. I even had some blow-off time of my own, hanging out with Blake and a couple other guys, but still I thought about Sun Hee constantly. And it wasn't just because of the cage. It was hard being away from her so much, and as hard as I tried, I couldn't help but nag and beg to see her more, even as I sensed that my constant texts were annoying her a little.

Bemused, I realized this was another reversal in our roles. I had become the "woman" in our relationship, always wanting to spend more time together, while Sun Hee was striking out for more independence and more alone time.

The next day I just couldn't help myself. Despite promises to let her study, I was scratching at her door like some poor, needy stray cat.

"Please, baby. I miss you!" I wheedled, perfectly aware that my begging gave her all the power.

But the half-smile on Sun Hee's face showed me it was working. "Ok, but the focus is on studying," she insisted sternly. Then Sun Hee moved aside and let me in through the door.

Imagine my surprise, then, when ten minutes later I found myself lying naked except for the chastity cage on Sun Hee's bed with all our textbooks and notes spread out around us. She was fully dressed of course, cute in a pair of yoga pants and a simple tank top, no makeup on her face and her hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail. 

Sun Hee's large D-cup tits were perky enough not to require a bra, though as she laid propped up on her stomach they hung down pendulous and heavy. And between her big breasts, on a delicate gold chain, hung the tiny little key to my cage. Occasionally, she would slip the key between her lips and chew on it with her teeth. It was an absent gesture, a nervous habit.

As she glanced my way, the key dangling between her teeth, I don't think she even realized how she was teasing me.

I could look into Sun Hee's large dark eyes forever, and I was. My calculus book was open in front of me, but my eyes were only on her. I hadn't actually glanced at my book once. Instead, I just watched her.

Sun Hee was studying intently, her book open and her notebook filled with the neat orderly rows of her notes. Around her were the many colored highlighters and pens I had come to associate with this smart little Korean girl. She had a system. Organized, neat, efficient. And a little stray wisp of black hair kept falling in front of her eyes.

It was intoxicating.

And each time, her left hand darted up to slide it back into place behind her ear. The gesture was adorable, and made her seem somehow both innocent and sexual at the same time.

The curve of her ass in the tight fitting yoga pants didn't hurt either. Sun Hee's ass wasn't what many people would call "thick," but it wasn't flat either. Lying on her belly, her butt curved upwards with a delicious fullness, and her yoga pants clung to every curve and angle.

The way Sun Hee laid on the bed propped up on her elbows made her lower back arch and her ass pushed upwards, almost as though she was asking to be mounted. Her thighs parted slightly, revealing the upturned opening of her sex, covered but not hidden by the sleek material of her pants, in a way that spoke of sex and availability.

And frankly, of fertility.

Her narrow waist and unusually large breasts had that effect. This was a young and desirable girl. Nubile. At the prime of her sexual power, and ready for a thick cock to press inside her and deposit its seed deep into her womb.

My thoughts were getting away from me. Way away from me. And I knew it. But I loved this girl. I wanted to marry this girl.

It was an understatement to say I was distracted.

Instead of the curves and integrals of calculus I saw only the curves and angles of her body. The way she called out to be fucked. Longed for it. The shine of her long black hair reflecting in the sunlight through the window as her back would arch backwards, her body groaning into the deep thrust of my cock pushing between her legs.

I saw it so clearly in my mind. Climbing on top of her. Pushing inside her. Sun Hee's squeal of delight at being penetrated.

And I saw her need. Sun Hee's simple, desperate need to get fucked. It had been too long for her as well.

But alas, the rhythm of fucking her was never more than the rhythm of that infernal cage around my cock: stop, stop, stop. Each attempted surge of my frustrated dick blocked, as if by some invisible, insurmountable power.

Utterly turned on, and yet utterly unable to get erect.

Of course, the other thing that was distracting me was that while Sun Hee's left hand was studiously flipping through pages of her notes, her right hand kept drifting down to wrap around the plastic of my cage.

Her touch wasn't sexual. It felt more like she was reaching out for a favorite stuffed animal. Her touch was idle, absent. As if she was seeking comfort.

"I miss having my little toy around," she murmured absently, before flipping the page of her textbook.

The way she patted my dick felt both possessive and affectionate. I liked it, but it also felt strangely unsettling. So did lying next to her naked on her bed while she was fully clothed and studying.

I felt exposed. Like I was on display. And the air tickled on my bare ass.

I felt like an object, like her object, which was just... not something I was used to feeling as a man.

It felt nice, but shit, it was so out of sync with the insistent need I felt in my balls. I wanted sex! I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to lick her, I wanted to hear the cries of her orgasm like music in my burning ears.

And lying here like this next to Sun Hee but getting only about ten percent of her attention was driving me crazy.

I nuzzled up against her, pressing my face up into her armpit as she jotted down notes, feeling like a lost puppy. My eyes looked up toward hers, begging for attention.

Sun Hee gently nudged me aside, barely noticing. And then she patted my cage again as if to say, "There, there."

I pressed in against her again, inhaling her scent deep into my nostrils. I couldn't help it, I needed to feel her.

This time she pushed me away gently. "Baby, stop it," she complained.

I knew full well her mood, sensed full well her growing frustration with me, but I couldn't help myself. Didn't want to help myself. I traced my lips down the length of her petite torso until my face came even with her tight little ass, and then I plunged in, burrowing between her legs, biting and nipping at the fabric against her sex.

I wanted to lick her!

"Baby!" Sun Hee squealed with a mix of delight and exasperation. Her body curled away, and she pushed at me, hard this time. Her stiff arm pressing my naked body back against the cold wall at the edge of the bed. Her braless breasts rocked back and forth underneath the thin fabric of her tank top.

"Stop it!" she cried, throwing down her pen. "Gosh, you're like a horny little puppy, I swear."

Her neat little rows of highlighters and pens were a mess now, which gave me a petty sense of satisfaction, and our books were scattered everywhere. I had her attention at least.

This wasn't the first time I had tried to get between her legs and lick her today, and it wasn't the first time Sun Hee had pushed me aside either. I tried, I really tried, but I was just so horny I couldn't help myself. And I hated that she was able to focus so easily on her work with me naked beside her, when her mere presence made me crazy with a constant desire to touch her and caress her and please her. How could I please her if she didn't pay attention to me?

"You don't understand how hard it is to wear this stupid cage and not be constantly wanting to kiss you and touch you." I tried not to sound pathetic. I don't think I succeeded.

Sun Hee laughed in that high-pitched and girlish way of hers. "I guess I don't, but I'm starting to."

She brushed the hair out of her eyes, and whether it was intentional or not, she treated me to a generous view of her cleavage, braless under her tank top. Her tiny little nipples stood out hard and erect.

Sun Hee was horny, too. She had to be. Sensing opportunity, I went in for the kill, pushing Sun Hee back against the bed and burying my face between her big tits and pushing open her legs.

Sun Hee giggled and screamed at first, letting me get one of her hyper sensitive nipples between my teeth, before pushing away again. This time using her arms and legs to kick and knock me off her.

"No!" she said again. This time she pinned me down against the mattress and held me there, and her voice carried stern authority for such a tiny girl. Her breasts hung pendulously above me, and the little chain with the key had fallen out of her shirt and was dangling just out of reach, swinging back and forth and glinting in the sunlight from the window.

"No. This is a study session. No fooling around today. Not for you," Sun Hee insisted. "I mean it." Sun Hee held me pinned with her arms locked on my shoulders, and she emphasized each word by pushing me down into the softness of her bed.

Feeling helpless and already knowing I was defeated, I let out some kind of wordless groan and squeal, like a pathetic animal, and thrashed about underneath her, trying to break away, trying to... I don't know what.

There was a brief flurry of arms and limbs as I struggled against her, but Sun Hee held me pinned. Her breasts hanging above me made me ache with need, and I just needed... something. But Sun Hee was implacable. How could I lose to a girl?

I ached for her.

The ache hurt still more when she let go and returned to her books like I was nothing. With neat, efficient movements that hinted at a barely hidden frustration, Sun Hee tidied up her notes again and pulled her book closer.

"How can you stay calm like that? How can you just push me away when I'm so horny?" I sounded desperate even to myself.

"I guess for me it's easy," Sun Hee said, calmly opening her book again.

I slumped against the mattress, feeling hurt and defeated. Unconcerned, Sun Hee turned the page in her book.

"Please, baby," I begged. "I just want to please you. I just want to..." I trailed off into a whine.

"You want to do something for me?" Sun Hee looked back at me, her pen between her lips. Her tone had changed, and I wasn't sure what it meant.

"Yes, Princess. Anything."

She studied me with a hard, flat gaze and then seemed to come to a decision. "Ok," Sun Hee said, moving off the bed and going over to the corner of the room. In her closet, she pulled out a little white basket and pushed it toward me.

"Go do my laundry for me."

The basket was full of whites and pinks and pastels, fluffy with her clothes and intimate things.

My heart fell a little. This wasn't what I had in mind, and I hated doing laundry, barely bothering to care for my own. But I did what to do something sweet for Sun Hee - didn't I?

"You're sending me away?" I asked in a small voice. That's how it felt, and it hurt. I wanted to stay here with my girlfriend. I wanted to feel close to her.

But now Sun Hee was pissed. Her hands went to her hips, and she yelled at me from across the room, "Look, you said you wanted to help out, and I'm tired of all your begging. I need to study." She glared at me from underneath her cute little bangs. "Now, I asked you to go do my laundry."

"I..." I broke off, embarrassed by my resistance but still feeling stubborn. "I don't know how," I confessed, feeling foolish.




Sun Hee Ch. 06



Sun Hee rolled her eyes, and I could hear the words she muttered under her breath: "Useless."

But she gave me a quick lecture on how to separate the whites from the colors, and how to tuck her bras in a little white zippered pouch so that the clasps didn't catch on her delicates and cause tears. I listened carefully to her every word; this I could focus on. This was my Princess, and I wanted to please my Princess.

But when Sun Hee nudged the laundry basket toward me, still I balked. I did like the idea of serving her, but being pushed out the door like this hurt me feelings. However much she might really want her laundry done, she was also sending me away because she wanted to be on her own. The thought made me crazy. I knew I was pestering her - I knew it - but with this cage around my dick I just needed to be around her constantly. I couldn't help it.

"Can't you come with me?" I wheedled. And then, "Can't I stay here with you?"

Something seemed to snap in Sun Hee. "You," she said, emphasizing the word. "Need some serious discipline." The way she spoke was absolute.

Sun Hee pulled out a pair of her tiny panties and held them out. The panties hung delicately from her outstretched finger, pink and lacy with a border of white lace and a little satin bow at the front. "Put these on," she ordered.

"W-what!?"

"It's your punishment. You don't listen. You need to learn your place." Each word was spoken with emphasis.

For my part, what I felt was panic. Wear these? I didn't want this. I didn't want this. I felt secure in my masculinity, but the prospect of her panties on me was too much. And entirely too unexpected.

I felt myself pull away onto the bed as I stammered, "I don't... I don't want..."

"It doesn't matter what you want," she interrupted. "It's not about what you want. You need to understand that."

Sun Hee stepped toward me, tiny little Sun Hee, fully of authority and determination. Her pink panties loomed in front of me. "Put these on," she demanded.

Wordless, I shook my head, even as I understood my own weakness.

She lunged toward me with surprising quickness and pushed me back down onto the bed. Working with quick, determined movements, Sun Hee turned me over onto my front and, reaching down, forced my feet through the openings of her pink panties.

Something surprising happened. I didn't want this; I felt horrified by what she was doing and what it might mean. But I felt this strange, submissive chill run throughout my body and sap the strength from my limbs. I struggled, but it was useless. Sun Hee's actions were swift, decisive. They seemed to carry a barely concealed frustration or anger.

I was already defeated, or maybe, somehow I wanted what she was doing to me to happen.

Sun Hee's hands continued their deft work, tugging her panties up my legs and thighs, the pink lace both soft and scratchy against my hairy skin. I felt myself groaning, open-mouthed and wordless. Still stunned by what she was doing. What she was doing to me.

I couldn't imagine they would fit, her tiny little lace panties stretched across my much wider frame, but they did. Two more more quick tugs and she had them up over my bare butt cheeks. Then, roughly, Sun Hee rolled me over so that my caged dick was dangling toward her.

She gazed down at me with a look of anger and contempt I couldn't bare to look at, causing me to look away and try to bury my face in the folds of her fluffy comforter. My hands still fought what was happened, but she knocked them away.

"Deal with it," Sun Hee growled as she twisted my hands to the side, and then she slipped the front of her panties upward, snapping the pink lace up around the tiny plastic cage around my cock.

"Wait! What are you doing? Stop," I mumbled.

But I was already pantied.

My hands reached down to try to pull them off. I felt ridiculous, I felt humiliated.

"No!" Sun Hee ordered, knocking my hands aside. "Stop it."

Shame burned through me, and my body writhed on her bed, naked but for her pink panties.

"Look at me." Her voice was firm, stern, implacable. I couldn't look. I buried my face deeper in the blankets. 

"Look at me!" she demanded.

Her voice brooked no argument, and I obeyed. Shyly, my eyes met hers. I studied her, trying to discern what I saw in her large, dark eyes. The pink lace of her panties felt foreign on my body, tight around me. I wondered if this changed how she saw me.

"Listen," Sun Hee repeated, and when she saw that I was, she continued. "These stay on." She knocked my hand away again and repeated it. "These stay on. This is your punishment. I tried to be nice, but this is your punishment."

Her long black hair spilled around her face as she looked down at me, and the chain around her neck had slipped out from underneath her shirt in the tussle so that her key to my cage dangled above my eyes. Her breasts hung down above me, too, and they were visibly fuller, firmer, with her nipples tiny little bullets poking through her top. She was aroused.

Punishing me excited Sun Hee.

In my mind's eye I saw perfectly how I must look from Sun Hee's position: my pale, white body splayed out on her bed naked and vulnerable, now with this ridiculous pair of feminine pink lace panties stretched across my hips, stretched across the clear plastic of my chastity cage. I must look completely ridiculous to her. And leaning over me, knowing she had forced this one me, knowing she had taken away my manhood in yet another way - that must make her feel incredibly powerful.

No wonder this aroused her.

"Get up," Sun Hee ordered. Now that she had started dominating me, she wasn't going to stop. "Up. Off the bed. On your knees."

Still struggling with the sudden shame and confusing feelings about being forced into her panties, I rolled to the side on her bed, got up, tried to follow her directions, stumbled.

"Up, up. On your knees. On your knees." Sun Hee kept hectoring me.

I wasn't fast enough for her, but I tried. It felt so strange wearing this lace underwear stretched tight around me. So pink and bright. I never wore bright things.

And then I was down on my knees for her.

Satisfied, Sun Hee stood up and walked around me, examining me. Feeling her examine me this way made me trembled a little, and I knew that goosebumps must be visible on my skin. The worst was when she stopped behind me, out of sight but examining my bare backside.

What was she thinking back there?

I was secure in my masculinity, but I felt ridiculous wearing a pair of women's panties. Was this changing the way she saw me?

As if to confirm my worst fear, Sun Hee started to giggle, her anger turning to amusement. Her giggles continued, high and girlish and delighted.

"My, now this I like," she chuckled. "This I like. You look so cute!"

Her fingers trailed along the back of my shoulders, but when I turned to look at her, Sun Hee quickly directed my head forward again, her grip on the back of my head surprisingly firm. She made a tsking noise in the back of her throat.

It was surprisingly disconcerting not being able to see her while at the same time feeling myself underneath her intense inspection. I felt exquisitely aware of my own nakedness. Somehow, wearing just her pink panties heightened the sensation, making me feel even more naked than if I had been wearing nothing at all. The lace barely covered me, and the cold air felt somehow even cooler against my private parts.

The whole experience caused gooseflesh up and down my legs, and the lace plucked uncomfortably at my thigh hair. The way it tugged across my hips made the lace cup snugly against my swollen balls, just where, as I was excruciatingly aware, Sun Hee's pussy had been. And, glancing down at myself, I saw that my locked cage poked up right against the cute little satin bow on the hem of her underwear.

When Sun Hee finally spoke again it was with a tone of demand that made my spine shiver.

"Now, you're going to go and do my laundry for me. You're going to follow the instructions I gave you and take good care of all my bras and panties. And you're going to fold up everything neat and tidy," Sun Hee instructed.

"Yes, Princess," I assured her.

"And when you're done, you're going to bring my laundry back. And you're going to Let. Me Study." She punctuated the last words, a hint of the old anger returning.

"Yes, Princess," I promised.

"Go on then," Sun Hee said, and sent me out the door with a sharp smack on my butt."

I felt a little lost right then, pushed out into the hallway holding a white basket full of girl's clothes alone in a girls' dorm. My jeans hid the panties I was wearing, at least I hoped, but still the strange new sensation of the lace around me made me feel strangely naked and vulnerable.

The door clicked closed behind me, so I had little choice.

It took a few minutes wandering the halls, but I finally found the laundry room. A girl was already in there using the machines, but I told myself it wasn't that crazy for another guy to be using them. Surely I wasn't the only guy nice enough to help out his girlfriend, and while this was a girls' dorm, it wasn't unusual to see other men about.

So I bustled in, acting as best I could like I belonged. The lid to the washer banged open, and following Sun Hee's instructions I carefully separated and arranged her clothes.

The whole thing went smoothly enough, if it meant long waits for each cycle to complete, and there was a certain satisfaction from absorbing myself in the details of taking care of Sun Hee's things. Her shirts and pants, her short skirts and feminine dresses. Her tiny little panties, like the pair she had forced onto me. And her bras, the huge D-cups gaping open and impossibly large.

Several girls came in and out doing their own laundry, the usual sorority girl types with dyed blond hair and sweatpants, including the first girl who I recognized vaguely from class. Stacey, I think.

It was fun, surprisingly, to carefully fold all of Sun Hee's fluffy and newly cleaned things, and as I leaned over the folding table I thought the whole experience had just about gone off without any undue embarrassment. Then I heard someone giggle behind me.

I'm not sure why it took so long to realize the giggling was directed at me. I was in the zone, I guess, and it wasn't until I bent over again to neatly fold up another of her bras that I realized the truth. The hem of Sun Hee's panties, designed for the wider hips of a girl, had ridden up and must be poking out above the top of my jeans as I bent over.

Her pink panties, visible against my pale skin.

The giggles started again. It was Stacey, and another girl.

My face and ears flushed a deep red. But what could I do? I ducked my head, hurriedly finished the last of the folding, and scurried out into the hall, hoping they would not recognize me. Maybe I was even wrong - maybe it wasn't me they were laughing at? 

When I got back, Sun Hee had left for class, which crushed my spirit more than I liked to admit, but Jin Sook answered the door. She gave me a skeptical look as she saw me holding the basket of laundry, full of fluffy pinks and whites and yellows all folded neatly into little stacks, but she stepped aside and let me carefully drop off Sun Hee's things.

***

"Why do you let her push you around like that?" Jin Sook asked me, sounding genuinely curious.

We were in the library together, a group of us, for a marathon study session. One of those big ugly wooden tables on the third floor in the back. Sun Hee had ducked out to the restroom, and Min Ha and another Korean guy I didn't really know where talking quietly at the other end of the table. Books and notebooks were scattered here and there around the table as the composition of our group grew and shrank over the course of the evening. At this point, I was feeling a little panicked, cornered by the gorgeous Jin Sook alone, the alpha girl of the group.

"Why do you let her push you around like that?" she asked again. Jin Sook seemed amused, but her tone suggested contempt.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Jin Sook and I were almost never alone together and had rarely really even talked, and this subject was hardly the most comfortable. The question came out of nowhere, which made me intensely anxious. I supposed it must be obvious enough to her or anyone else who knew us that Sun Hee was the one who wore the pants in our relationship. After all, I followed her around and hung out with her friends and did little things to take care of her needs. That must have been obvious to Jin Sook. But did she mean something more? Did she notice the cage in my pants? Did Sun Hee tell her about making me wear her panties?

And why did this excite me? My cock throbbed in its tiny prison at the thought of Jin Sook watching me and evaluating me while standing naked in front of her. Knowing how poorly I would fair in her eyes only made the prospect strangely more exciting.

"I dunno," I supplied lamely.

Even I knew I sounded lame, but the way she narrowed her eyes made me feel like a little boy.

Jin Sook snorted in amusement and rustled through her Gucci bag for her emery board to fix her nails. She wore a sleeveless black tunic that covered up to her neck, but the silky fabric draped around her small breasts in a way that was quite inviting. Frankly, though, after this long without cumming just about everything was distracting and inviting. Her white leather pants were expertly tailored to show off her incredibly long and slender legs, and the black platform heels added at least another 4 inches to her already intimidating height.

Still, I didn't know how to explain myself to this model-like woman, and I hoped Sun Hee would come back soon to protect me. Could Jin Sook notice the way my eyes lingered on her breasts?

"She's not even letting you have sex. I mean, either that or you're... Well, forgive me, but it sounds like you're not very good."

My jaw literally dropped. Did Jin Sook just say what I thought she said? Her words hit me like a slap across the face. I wasn't sure which was more shocking: the casual insult, or the fact she was talking about my sex life at all. How would she know I wasn't good in bed?

But Jin Sook acted like it wasn't much out of the ordinary. She was still casually buffing her nails and looked off to the side at the clock against the library wall.

"W-what?" I stammered. A million things were racing through my head, but I couldn't make sense of any of them.

Jin Sook turned to me briefly and smirked, then looked back at her nails. "You think a roommate can't hear the difference?"

It was like she had paralyzed me, rendering me nailed to this chair. I wanted to run and hide, I wanted to bury my face under my books. A part of me that I wasn't proud of wanted to shout obscenities at her. This humiliation suddenly was too much.

But most of all I needed to hear what Jin Sook was talking about. Had Sun Hee told her something?

"W-what?" I repeated. It was like I was on a loop.

"The sex noises, dummy. I'm her roommate. I hear things. Dummy." Jin Sook poked her emery board at me. Her tone was still one of boredom, but her eyes watched me closely. "And she sounds different with her other boyfriends."

I squirmed in my seat.

"You know she's been with other guys, yes?" It was more a statement than a question, yet her eyes demanded an answer. 

I nodded.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" Jin Sook challenged.

I knew I needed to say something in response, some answer to her challenge. Jin Sook had never liked me, and she seemed to take obvious pleasure in making me squirm. She was saying... something about me here, and it wasn't good. This wasn't the first time she sought to embarrass me, and if I caved here, it wouldn't be the last. I needed to push back. I needed to speak up for myself.

My mouth opened... no words came out.

"It should," she smirked and continued to buff her nails. They were long and red. Sharp.

"What were you two talking about?" Sun Hee had suddenly appeared beside me again, back from her break. Her chair scrapped as she rejoined us at the table. She looked so cute, if a little tired, in her dark blue cardigan and yellow skirt. The gold chain she used to hold the key to my chastity cage was just visible around her neck.

Jin Sook stopped buffing her nails for a moment and lifted the emery board. She looked at me very directly. "I don't know. What were we talking about?"

"N-nothing," I started to lie, but then the sudden memory of that night in the club blazed in my mind. That night I had failed to speak up to Jin Sook, and I had promised never to do that again. I knew I couldn't lie to Sun Hee, even if it cost me dearly. The way she absently fingered the chain around her neck only reinforced the point. "We were talking about sex," I admitted while looking down at my hands. 

Sun Hee's eyebrows raised. "Oh?" She crossed her legs and leaned closer.

"Jin Sook was asking whether I was... any good." I trailed off into a mumble, painfully aware that I was saying more than just the words. I was also telling Jin Sook something about my submissiveness. Assuming she didn't already know.

Jin Sook clucked her tongue and looked openly amused now, her emery board forgotten beside her. Sun Hee's eyebrows climbed still higher. Clearly she was surprised. The two girls traded a look that I couldn't read. Was that jealousy in Sun Hee's face? Possessiveness? Annoyance? There was a rivalry between them.

How much had she told her roommate?

When Sun Hee turned back toward me there was color in her face. She looked at me sideways, and for a moment I thought the topic would be dropped. But then Sun Hee cut - hard and deep. "Well... you are not very big," she said. Sun Hee spoke lightly yet deliberately, giving each word a clear enunciation that carried across the table. 

Min Ha and the other guy looked up in surprise. It took them a moment to process what had been said, and then the guy laughed openly. Min Ha, flat-chested and shy with somewhat limp straight hair, looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, but she too glanced downward to my crotch as if to see if it was true. Jin Sook covered her laughter with her hand, hiding her white teeth behind her freshly painted nails.

"In fact," Sun Hee said, deliberately twisting the knife and speaking to her friends now. "He's pretty small."

In the moment, what I mostly felt was shock. I couldn't believe Sun Hee said this, and feeling all these eyes on me made my skin burn in humiliation. My cock seemed to shrivel and throb all at the same time.

Forcing myself to meet Jin Sook's eyes, I saw the truth: she knew. She knew I was beneath her. I loved Sun Hee and wanted only her, and yet where she was cute, Jin Sook was gorgeous. Tall, slender, sophisticated, worldly, Jin Sook could have any man she wanted, and she clearly expected a man with a large cock. It wasn't hard to imagine Jin Sook was a size queen. Knowing any chance I might ever have had with this woman was now ended somehow aroused me. It excited me that Jin Sook saw me as a tiny dicked loser, wholly inadequate for her. I was cut off. Emasculated.

And it aroused me more that my own girlfriend had made the cut.

Jin Sook said something in Korean and made the universal gesture with her fingers: small dick. The table erupted again in giggles. The guy pointed at me as the girls tittered. He practically beamed, no doubt pleased he wasn't the smallest at the table, triumphant that his Asian cock was bigger than mine, and I found myself intensely resentful of him. Even Sun Hee laughed and traded Korean with them.

I'm not sure if it was better or worse, not being able to understand what they were saying.

The expression on Min Ha's face might actually have been the painful, though. Pity.




Sun Hee Ch. 06



"Aw, don't be sad, baby," Sun Hee leaned over and murmured into my ear. "You may have a small dick, but you're my small dick, and I love you." Her hand found its way into my lap as she said it, and she squeezed my cage. I knew I should protest that I wasn't small, I was average, but the pressure on my trapped cock felt good, really good, confusing me with pleasure that merged into my humiliation.

The others went back to their studying, though I found it difficult to focus. Strangely, once the moment passed, I missed it. I missed the intensity of the humiliation and the attention from all these cute Korean girls.

But we all returned to the exhausted, anxious energy of finals, and as I said, our study session changed faces several times over the course of the long evening. Several of Sun Hee's Korean friends came and went. Some of my own friends stopped by briefly to chat and say hi. They had grown accustomed to the way I was practically leashed to Sun Hee, so no one was surprised when I stayed with her. In all, the night was almost fun despite the looming stress of final exams and papers.

Of course, things got tense in a different when when Sebastian stopped by and joined the table. Sun Hee had invited him, explaining that we all had Sociology together, and I was determined to be cool about it. Still, when he sat down on the other side of her, and Sun Hee turned toward him to talk and share notes, I really struggled with the way her back was to me as she talked and flirted with him.

And she was flirting. It wasn't too obvious or over the top, but it wasn't subtle either. Sun Hee was wearing a plain dark blue cardigan sweater, which made sense given the way libraries are always too cold, but I noticed that when Sebastian showed up, the first two buttons of her cardigan had magically become undone, flashing a generous portion of the tight white tank top she wore underneath. It also revealed the full length of the gold chain around her neck, the key to my cage nestled just out of sight between her big tits.

Worse, as time went by, more buttons came undone until the cardigan hung open, revealing the simple white spaghetti-strap tank top she wore underneath. While considered perfectly modest in America, such a top was positively scandalous by Korean standards for the way it left her shoulders and entire upper torso bare, and the tight fabric clung to her large, perky breasts in a way that revealed every curve.

I very much doubt I was the only one turned on by her outfit. Sebastian surely was as well.

And I have to think Jin Sook and Min Ha noticed, too. Her wanton outfit would take on new meaning in their eyes after the jokes they shared about my small penis. Indeed, Jin Sook snorted and gave me a significant look out of the corner of her dark eyes.

The whole thing was surreal, sitting near him, knowing that Sebastian's cock was hard and erect inside his pants while my penis was locked tight in its tiny cage - all while pretending nothing was happening beyond innocent studying.

Sun Hee kept touching her hair as they talked, and she crossed and recrossed her legs. Her left hand occasionally brushed against Sebastian's shoulder, while her other hand seemed to press between her legs, causing her loose yellow skirt to bunch up around her thighs.

For his part, Sebastian held himself as though he was unaware of my girlfriend's attentions. While he was clearly hot for Sun Hee - why else was he always coming around as a senior to hang out with a bunch of sophomores? - he always acted like a perfect gentleman. He even included me in their conversation, turning sideways in his chair to better face Sun Hee and me, casually draping his arm on the back of her chair while asking me how my paper was going. Sun Hee almost seemed to lean back into his arm as the three of us chatted.

There was a genuine friendliness to Sebastian that made him hard not to like, and part of me wanted to punch him in the face. But when he looked at you, it felt like you were the only person in the room.

The worst part was that Sebastian genuinely was smart. Sun Hee was right to invite him to join our study session. As he talked through the material of the class we all understood it better, and strangely, that made me most anxious of all.

I did well in school, usually As and A-s, but over the past semester I had to come to the somewhat humbling conclusion that Sun Hee was in fact smarter than me. She worked hard for it, too. I had always heard before that many guys found it threatening when their wife or girlfriend was smarter than them, or made more money. The male ego was surprisingly fragile. I hadn't really had to confront that before, but I did now. And I didn't totally like how it felt.

Honestly, it was something of a bruise to my ego, though I was embarrassed to admit it bothered me. Ok, yes, she was smarter. And she was incredibly cute and sexy - out of my league, really. I was lucky to be with her, and while I didn't feel anxious exactly that she would leave me, all this deepened my sense of submission to her.

An unexpectedly low score on my last exam, a B, only heightened that feeling. Especially when Sun Hee had looked over at my test score and said I needed to "try harder." No question I should have scored higher, and no question my poor showing had something to do with the time I had spent naked at Sun Hee's feet worshiping her.

So yes, it made me a anxious seeing the way Sun Hee listened so raptly as Sebastian talked through some of the more complex ideas of the class. That used to be me.

Watching her flirt was an agony of strange arousal.

Sun Hee touched her hair again, flipping it back over her shoulders as she smiled at one of his comments. Her cardigan slipped off her left shoulder leaving it bare, and my cock trembled as she left it that way.

When his own hand briefly touched her shoulder, Sun Hee bit her lip, and I swear her breath started to get more shallow, causing her tits, tight in her white tank top, to rise and fall visibly.

A sharp scrape of wood against tile echoed through the library causing heads around the table to jerk up, and Sun Hee's chair was several inches closer to his now than to mind. Then, as Sun Hee leaned toward him to read something he was pointing to in his textbook, her left breast pressed into his bicep. And lingered.

My spine tingled and the back of my throat turned dry as I imagined how the warmth of her breast must feel pressing against him that way. Again I thought about how Sun Hee's touch must be making Sebastian hard, his cock big and erect inside his jeans, while I stood by locked and helpless in this tiny cage. 

I didn't mean to, but I couldn't shake the image - his cock thick and potent, and Sun Hee's little pussy so wet and bare and needy.

She shifted again, recrossing her legs and pressing her hand again against herself. She parted her lips and wetted them in unconscious echo of him as he murmured something in her ear. Her sexual need was palpable, and given her choices it was only natural she would be drawn to him. Her pussy was untouched, unclaimed, and given the way she had sidelined me, it was natural she would be drawn to another.

A pen clattered to the floor. Impulsively I darted to pick it up. "Baby, you dropped something," I said while offering Sun Hee the pen, eager for the chance to interrupt them.

Sun Hee turned back around and looked at me blankly.

"Actually, that's mine," Sebastian said. "Thanks, man. Good catch." He traded the pen for a broad, easy smile.

Though I had to wonder, was there a smirk there, too?

Maybe 15 minutes later the same pen was now in Sun Hee's fingers, and the way she held it against her lips tapping it against the side of her mouth was profoundly distracting. Especially as it was Sebastian's pen.

Sun Hee caught me staring, which brought a mischievous smile to her face. Holding my eye, she parted her lips and let the pen tap against her teeth. Then her lips closed around the pen, miming something obscene. The sparkle in Sun Hee's eyes made it clear that she knew exactly what she was doing to me and that we were both imagining the same thing: her lips around Sebastian's thick cock.

The long, hoarse groan that shuddered from my throat seemed to come from someone else entirely. Like I was wilting inside myself.

Sun Hee blew me a kiss and her attention returned to the man beside her.

"You accept it?" The voice beside me started me from my reverie. It was Min Ha, leaning toward me. We hadn't ever actually talked before, but she seemed sweet, with heavily accented English. Flat as a board, with limp hair and a plain face, she seemed always to fade into the background.

Min Ha didn't indicate what she meant at all, and neither of us looked their way, but it was obvious what she was talking about. I was especially caught off guard as she seemed so shy and submissive, almost something of a wallflower compared to Sun Hee and Jin Sook.

I shrugged, utterly unsure how to respond to this sudden moment of intimacy between us. Strangely, I felt I could trust her. "I kind of like it," I confessed, and shrugged again.

Our eyes met and some kind of recognition passed between us as though we were the same.

Min Ha smiled in a way that suggested sympathy and commiseration, almost a melancholic smile. "I understand," she whispered.

A period of silence fell about the group of us at the table. One of her friends at the far end appeared to be napping. The Korean guy who had been laughing at me before had left. Min Ha and SooYoung were both immersed in their books, and even Sun Hee withdrew into her own world as she reviewed her notes and flashcards. For myself, I tried to focus too, but with mixed success. That feeling of electric heat you feel next to someone you are sexually attracted to - I felt it constantly, except the heat I felt was the heat that radiated between Sun Hee and Sebastian.

And it was humiliating.

A chair shifted back, and Jin Sook got up from the table. As she stalked across the tile floor, her tight white weather pants accentuated her impossibly long legs and high waist, her legs slicing open and closed with the precision of scissors and her heels clicked across the floor.

How had I gotten myself in this place, stuck between the sultry sweetness of Sun Hee with her hidden and unexpected cruelty, and the open threat of Jin Sook's cold femininity. Scylla and Charybdis.

***

Later, after Jin Sook returned to the table, two of Sebastian's upper class friends stopped by to chat with him. One was tall and lean, with a dusky complexion and a vaguely off-putting expression. The other, Reggie, was black. He was more muscular, with an athlete's body and a friendly, outgoing demeanor and an infectious energy.

The two guys slapped Sebastian on the shoulder and tussled in that way guys do, and both Sebastian and Sun Hee turned to look up at the new visitors. Reggie complained he hadn't seen him for a while, and the other guy broke in asking "why he was hanging out here with all the Asian chicks," a comment that struck me as a little offensive and rude.

But I was being ignored.

Sun Hee, somewhat awkwardly, had turned to face them, too. She seemed happy for the interruption and new energy after so many hours studying.

Sebastian joked back about how it was "pretty obvious" what he was doing here, and Reggie agreed. "The view is awful nice," he said while winking in a friendly way.

Both Reggie and the other guy were standing right above her looking down, and with her cardigan unbuttoned and her white top tight around her D-cup breasts, they must have had a nearly unobstructed view down my girlfriend's shirt. Sun Hee held herself erect, back straight and chin up, as she gazed up at these two new guys.

Reggie's smile flashed a row a big white teeth, and he did nothing to hide the fact that he was staring at my girlfriend's tits, nor, for that matter, did the other guy.

In fact, Reggie's leer was open, honest, and instead of covering up with her cardigan Sun Hee seemed proud of the attention. She touched her hair and wet her lips.

"Hey, I'm Reggie," the black guy said introducing himself, and extended his hand.

Sun Hee smiled shyly, suddenly coy. "I'm Sun Hee." She giggled a little, and let his hand engulf her own, his skin dark against the pale honey of her flesh.

"Say it again?" He leaned down while simultaneously pulling her hand closer. 

Suddenly his face and muscled chest was only inches away from her, and Sun Hee acted flustered. "Sun Hee."

"Sun Hee," he repeated. "Pretty name." Then, finally releasing her hand, he added, "Pretty girl."

Sun Hee blushed, and there was a very distinct moment when she stared downward, not at his face but at his crotch. When she turned back toward us, I saw that her nipples were visibly hard through her shirt. We all saw it, I think. The way her nipples stood out against the thin white fabric was unmistakable.

My teeth ground in a complex mixture of despair and arousal. Sebastian I understood, but why this guy? How could he just walk up to my girlfriend, probably the first black guy Sun Hee had ever really talked to, and turn her on so visibly just like that?

Still, if it was magic, it didn't last. He tried the same magic touch on Jin Sook next to me, shuffling up to her with his easy smile and masculine confidence, and repeated, "Hey, I'm Reggie."

"I'm sure you are," Jin Sook replied, giving him a cold, hard look, and returned to her book.

Reggie looked stunned at her flat rejection. The other guy, the rude one, laughed, and even Sebastian seemed amused. For my part, my head was down but a smile cracked my lips at the way he got shut down, though I was acutely aware I was in no real position to feel superior given the open reception he won from my own girlfriend.

It couldn't have been more obvious that Sun Hee enjoyed the attention she was getting, first from Sebastian and now, from Reggie - it was obvious to everyone.

I worried, actually, that when Reggie and the other guy coaxed Sebastian into ditching the library and heading off together, they might lure Sun Hee away with them. I knew her well enough to read the uncertainty in her eyes. She was hurt Sebastian was leaving and felt torn between a need to study and a desire for adventure.

In the end, it was a glance back at the judging eyes of Jin Sook and the others that pulled Sun Hee back into her chair. The guys said their goodbyes, and Sun Hee's shoulders slumped a little.

"I love you, baby," I whispered in her ear.

Sun Hee smiled back weakly and patted my hand. "I love you, too."

But she felt distant and distracted. Soon, she excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Min Ha flashed a look of commiseration.

Sometime later, longer than it should have been, Sun Hee returned from the bathroom, slid into the chair next to me, and pressed something small and damp into my hands. At first I didn't know what it was. A tissue maybe, or a bit of cloth. No, I realized with mounting arousal that it was her panties. They felt so delicate and light in my hands, the panties that up until a few moments ago Sun Hee had been wearing.

They felt unbelievably warm and damp.

Holding her panties in my hand conjured a visceral memory of the day before when Sun Hee had forced me to wear her underwear as punishment. Equally humiliating, perhaps, but in a different way. That time had been about treating me as her toy. Now, it was the humiliation of presenting me with the evidence of her arousal for another man. Or men. Was it Reggie who had made her this wet?

I sneaked a peek into my lap, carefully shielding my hands from anyone else's view. There they were, all red lace and bows, all wadded up into my trembling hands. Then I couldn't help myself, leaning down to sniff them, suddenly awash in the musky scent of Sun Hee's arousal.

It excited me, too, to know that Sun Hee was now bare and naked beneath her yellow skirt.

Sun Hee's grin was wide and welcoming. She knew what effect this had on me, and she liked it. She wore the smile that I knew meant trouble, and she leaned forward and kissed my ear wetly. Her tongue darted inside, making me weak.

"Let's go take a break," she whispered huskily.

Sun Hee took my hand and led me away. I was perfectly happy to follow, my eyes mesmerized by her narrow waist and the movement of her hips, visualizing her nubile pussy beneath her skirt as I trailed obediently behind her.

But we didn't go down to the lobby where I expected. Instead, Sun Hee led us around until she found a mostly empty corner of the library. At this late hour, it was largely quiet, though students still passed by occasionally and a nerdy white girl was studying by herself maybe twenty feet away.

Without a word of explanation, Sun Hee choose one of the study carrels facing the window, sat up onto the desk facing me, and began to lift her loose yellow skirt up over her hips.

I was shocked at Sun Hee's brazen behavior. It was late at night and few people were around, but the library was hardly empty and far from private. Yet I was also completely mesmerized. The tantalizing nakedness of her thighs appeared inch by inch before me. Then her bare hips. Then her pussy. Completely bare and on display in the middle of the library.

Her pale honeyed skin shone in the dim fluorescent light, and her naked pussy reflected in the wall of windows behind us. Pink and perfect, her pussy was already wet. In fact her juices had trailed down the insides of both her thighs, and the lips of her labia stretched open, inviting.

I swallowed a knot in my throat, feeling myself start to drool. My cock tingled and ached inside its cage, throbbing all the more with the certainty there would be no escape or relief for me tonight. Not with the mood Sun Hee was in.

"You know what to do." Her voice was both seductive and commanding, thick with a sultry pride in just how scandalously she had behaved tonight. And I don't think I was wrong to see a certain smugness in her eyes. She knew she had acted terribly to me and knew simultaneously that I had accepted it. Loved it, even.

"Go on," she said again. "You know you want it. Show me your place."

God help me I did want it.

Wordlessly I sunk to my knees on the hard and dirty tiles of the library floor, and slowly, nervously I lowered my head between her legs. Sun Hee clearly felt plenty daring to do this in the middle of the library, but for me it was nerve-racking and scary.

But I wanted to taste her, and her heavy scent pulled me in.

Sun Hee hissed in pleasure as my tongue touched her cunt. The extent of her wetness made clear, as if there was any doubt, just how revved up she was, more so even than I was, which was saying a lot giving the way I had been locked up and frustrated for so long.

Sun Hee was seriously aroused.

Her moans of pleasure came out as strained little squeals, as much as she tried to hold back and keep quiet. Sharp little intakes of breath that echoed eerily through the open space of the library. And while I couldn't see them, I felt sure her nipples were hard and erect.

Nervous and humiliated, I felt acutely aware of the girl we saw studying nearby. Surely she must hear us. And we both knew how this must look to anyone who might walk by. Unmistakable. They would see me kneeling between the legs of this sexy woman as she - powerful and alive - queened me publicly.

Sun Hee lost in pleasure with her black hair spilled across the study carrel as I kneeled between her open legs.

Despite all of this, or maybe because of it, my tongue dug hungrily between the folds of her pussy, and as Sun Hee's pussy juices slide down into my throat, I thought about how obvious she was about wanting a cock inside her.



Sun Hee Ch. 07



Chastity was really changing me. 

That Sunday night in the library was one of the hottest experiences of my life, but at the same time as Sun Hee became increasingly flirtatious with other guys I was becoming more and more aware of the fact that I didn't seem to be meeting all her needs anymore. In some ways it felt like Sun Hee was leaving me behind, and I was beginning to feel an anxiety that I couldn't shake.

As it turned out, watching Sun Hee flirt with Sebastian and his friends that evening in the library was the most attention I got from her all week. Walking home alone after such a sexually intense and frustrating evening, and worse, waking up alone the next morning, felt lonely. Finals week sucked. Sadder still, next Sunday morning, once finals were over and Winter Break began, Sun Hee would be flying back to Korea to visit her family. I wouldn't see her for a little over three weeks.

On Monday morning then I texted asking if she wanted to get breakfast, and she didn't reply. Still asleep, I guessed. So I waited an hour, anxious and alone in my dorm room. I could hear my roommate Blake shuffling about in his room, like he was moving furniture. Browsing the internet aimlessly, I found myself looking at porn, which was foolish. Every image reminded me of Sun Hee and how much I ached for her body. The chastity cage continued to block any hope of cumming, and yet I thought about the ecstasy of release constantly.

I broke down and texted again. Still no response. Again (it was past 11:00 now, surely she was up?), and nothing.

Blake finally had pity on me and took me out for lunch. I don't know how he put up with me; every other word was "Sun Hee this" and "Sun Hee that." I knew I was annoying, to both him and, with my incessant texts, to her, but I literally could not stop myself.

Not hearing from her now all morning and afternoon, I started to get worried and texted again. And again. Sweet little love notes. Questions. Begging. Sexts. "Baby, I want to see you!" "Thinking of your sweet pussy." "Where are you?" "Missing you." "When will you unlock me?"

I was pathetic.

I texted again.

Finally, past 2pm, my phone chimed. It was her! It was Sun Hee!

Reading the message, though, my heart sank. "Not now.. need to study."

I tapped the phone anxiously, and my other hand went down to my balls. I squeezed them and tugged at the cage. I couldn't help myself. I tried to picture her in my mind: dressed in her pink pjs and curled up under the blankets in her room, perhaps with a cup of tea warming her hands.

"I really want to see you," I texted back.

Her reply took five long agonizing minutes. "I mean it, I am busy." 

"Have mercy, baby. I'm so horny I could die," I texted, punctuating the message with a smiley face.

This time her reply came immediately. "You know I don't like you asking for release."

I felt myself on dangerous ice here. Her texts were so terse it seemed like maybe she was in a bad mood or something. Plus, Sun Hee could be a very stubborn girl; if she felt like I was pushing her it would put her back up and she would be even more resistant. She didn't like people telling her what to do. But the throbbing need in my balls pushed me to act boldly. "Please..." I begged, this time with three smiley faces.

Anxious. with fingers crossed, I waited for her reply. And waited. It was ten agonizing minutes before her reply finally came back. "Ok, tonight. I promise. 9pm."

The surge of relief and gratitude I felt was ridiculous, as if a professor had unexpectedly cancelled his final, or better, as though I had just won the lottery. My gamble had paid off. I was going to get to see her, some alone time with my darling Sun Hee! And better, she had promised to unlock me and let me cum!

Still, the rest of the day was a struggle and a disaster. In some ways, knowing that in hours I would gain release was actually harder than enduring long days in chastity with no end in sight. At least then, I knew not to let my hopes up, whereas now all I could think about was Sun Hee's naked body, the smell of her pussy, the heft of her tits, and the feel of her wet kiss against me.

Despite the allure and promise of Sun Hee's incredibly sexy body, or maybe because of that, having to wait until 9pm to see her also stirred up all my growing anxieties about our relationship. Why was she making me wait so long to see her? Didn't she want to see me as badly as I wanted to see her? Was she losing interest? Was she really too busy studying, or was her refusal to see me about something else?

Buried in the last question was a much darker and more threatening one, a question I could only barely allow to coalesce in my mind before I had to work frantically to push it away. What if Sun Hee really was attracted to Sebastian? What if... something was going on between them?

Each time these thoughts nudged into my mind, it was like a yawning chasm suddenly opened at my feet and I teetered at the edge of something big and dark and dangerous that I couldn't understand. Among those things I couldn't understand was why those thoughts seemed to excite me. Every time I felt that chasm yawning at my feet, my skin tingled and my spine tightened and my balls seemed to shrivel and throb.

It confused me.

And the more I had to wait to see her again, the more these confusing thoughts and insecurities swirled in my brain.

But on top of all this, I had my own paper to write for Philosophy, and I couldn't focus. Sometimes there were periods oddly where the enforced chastity brought on a kind of zen-like calm and laser-like focus. Free of all sexual distraction, I could relax and just be me. But this was not one of those times. I kept thinking about Sun Hee, and when I wasn't thinking about her my webbrowser somehow kept finding its way to porn sites.

Always Asian girls now, never white girls. It was cute Asian girls in bikinis and sexy lingerie and open shirts. Their expression inviting, their legs open. Pussies open and eager for sperm. So many girls open and eager for me to fuck them, and they were all Sun Hee in my mind. I ached for it, ached for her. Deeply ingrained habit had my hand reaching down to my useless dick and trying to stroke myself to the images. It felt good, sort of, but only served to intensify my frustration and heighten my painful need for release.

All these images were Sun Hee to me. And well, if I was honest, sometimes they were Jin Sook, too. Dark and threatening and contemptuous. Sometimes the girls in the pictures seemed to have that same mysterious look, that same contempt that Jin Sook had when my girlfriend told her I had a small penis. And gazing into those eyes fueled a deepening need and submission.

The hours ticked by slowly, and finally, as 9 pm neared, I became so happy and excited. I showered and dressed up nicely, arranging my hair and even dabbing on a hint of cologne before heading over to her dorm, only to arrive as Sun Hee, Jin Sook, and her friends were leaving the dorm dressed in their coats and purses for a night out.

My heart sank and all those insecurities returned when I saw them. "What's going on?" I asked Sun Hee, unable to conceal my disappointment that she was leaving with her friends. Hurt, I was confused why Sun Hee seemed to going off somewhere when she was supposed to be making time for me.

"Hey baby, what are you doing here?" Sun Hee asked as she stepped away from her friends to greet me. She seemed genuinely surprised I was there.

"I... We were going to hangout tonight?" We had plans, but a sinking feeling in my stomach warned me that she had forgotten, and the blank look on her face confirmed it.

"Oh," Sun Hee replied.

She stood there awkwardly, we both did, as her friends waited impatiently. Sun Hee looked torn, and I somehow sensed that I spoke up she would stay behind with me like we'd planned rather than going out with her friends. But I felt torn, too. I wanted her to stay, but more than that I wanted her to want to stay. It hurt that she had apparently forgotten our plans, yet strangely a masochistic part of me that I couldn't begin to understand reveled in the feeling that she was going to leave me.

I could have asked her to stay, but again I missed my chance. I said nothing. An awkward silence spread between us.

Finally, Sun Hee smiled. "Well, sorry, baby, I guess I have to cancel," Sun Hee said, though the mischievous smile on her face rather undermined any sense of true contrition. "I'm heading out to see a movie with the girls."

"But... I really need to cum." My voice dropped into a whisper.

"Oh, you do do you?" Sun Hee said with a wicked little grin. Suddenly she stepped toward me as though about to kiss me passionately, but instead her hand slipped deftly into my jeans and I felt her tiny fingers cold around my naked balls.

Sun Hee held her hand there for a minute, squeezing tight around my swollen balls, while she studied me. I can only guess what she saw in my eyes: shame, submission, arousal.

She studied my face intently. It felt strange having her so close, fixed on me so carefully, her fingers cold around my tender balls, awakening in me a powerful need to feel the release of orgasm.

Sun Hee squeezed again, with sudden fierceness - hard enough to make me gasp audibly. Hard enough to hurt. Her tiny hand around my sensitive sack was an agony of sensation, and the most attention I had received from her in days.

"Nope," Sun Hee said casually. "Not heavy enough yet. Sorry, baby."

She patted the side of my face with the same hand that had been wrapped around my balls, then without a further thought turned and walked over to rejoin her friends.

"Be a good boy, now," she called back to me as she slipped her arms around the waists of the girls on either side of her. "Be a good little boy."

It was humiliating to have her talk to me like that in front of other people, and the girls burst into giggles and talked in Korean amongst themselves as they walked away. Jin Sook wore a face of open contempt, and whatever she said in Korean sounded cold and cruel. Min Ha looked back almost apologetically, but she too laughed as she was drawn along by her friends.

My heart sunk as they left together, still laughing at my misfortune. I told myself Sun Hee deserved to have some fun with friends after studying so long, but at the same time my feelings were definitely hurt. Watching her leave, I felt abandoned. But then why did that make my poor, desperate dick buzz even more? 

One thing I noticed as they walked away was that Jin Sook, normally the undisputed alpha girl, was off to the side. Sun Hee walked in the middle of the group, and the other girls seemed to look to her now. As she led them down the sidewalk, Sun Hee's hips seemed to sway with an extra degree of confidence, a more open sexuality that only added to her incredible allure.

I still felt the phantom touch of Sun Hee's cold hand squeezing my balls, a sensation that soon gave way to the wild imagination of each of the girls performing a similar inspection. Jin Sook reaching into my pants next, her fingers long and slender as they wrapped around my aching balls and squeezed, ruthless, crushing my sensitive manhood. Then Min Ha, shy and flat as a board, her tiny hand tender against the sensitive flesh of my dick. And finally SooYoung, hesitant at first and then, surprisingly, crushing. Angry even.

In my mind each of the girls took turns torturing me and laughing, crushing my balls and promising to jerk me off.

I would have let them, too. After so long trapped in this cage and denied by my darling Sun Hee, even such cruel torture from her friends would have been a welcomed release. And the fantasy was a welcomed distraction from the niggling insecurities that more and more wormed their way into my mind.

***

Later, maybe an hour or so, my phone pinged with a message from Sun Hee: "Sorry, baby. I actually did forget we were supposed to hang out tonight. I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to disappoint my friends. Hope you liked my little tease - I know you do like to be denied. Thinking of you XOXO."

It was meant to be an apology, but it ended up hurting my feelings even more. She had forgotten me. And having her admit it straight out made me feel even more vulnerable.

Alone in my room that night, I felt pretty low. 

I started to resent this chastity cage, but resenting it didn't make it go away. 

Hurt and upset as I was I still slipped into the dark of sleep filled with dreams of Sun Hee: her sexy body, her ripe and full tits, the dark wetness of her pussy. And my cock ached for her. I ached for her.

***

I slept fitfully, waking again and again throughout the night, always with images of Sun Hee's sweet pussy and the phantom warmth of her large breasts pressed against my back, only to remember again and again that I slept alone in my sweaty sheets and in my lonely little room.

When I finally dragged myself from bed around 7 a.m. I immediately checked my phone, and the loneliness returned. No messages. Where was Sun Hee?, I wondered. What time had she gotten home from the movie last night?

"Morning, baby," I texted. "You must have been out late with your friends if you still haven't texted. Hope you had fun last night."

It felt passive aggressive as I typed it out, but I felt hurt. And I told myself it was sincere; I did hope she had fun, even though I resented her for breaking our date and leaving me.

Falling back asleep, I consoled myself with the image of my sweet girl sleeping happily in her bed, her long black hair tangled across her face and her huge tits naked and firm underneath the thin cotton of her pink nightie. She seemed so innocent and angelic in my dream, and I longed to touch her. But then some darker part of my subconscious intruded. 

A hand intruded into the dream image. Sebastian's hand. Broad and dark, resting on Sun Hee's upturned hip, as a shadow seemed to fall over her. As the darkness touched her, her back ached erotically and her hips seemed to open. Her hardened nipples, no longer innocent, became lewd and exaggerated. Almost grotesquely sexual.

In the dream I tried to shout a warning, yet no sound would come out. My mouth simply hung open in silence. The shadow advanced, covering her, and suddenly Sun Hee's eyes flashed open and met mine.

I awoke from the dream with a start in an agony of confusing arousal. My tiny cock pressed helplessly against the cage, but the plastic felt somehow wet and slippery, as though I had somehow ejactulated in my sleep without orgasm.

And Sun Hee still had not messaged.

I slumped back into the bed and screamed in frustration. But there was nothing to be done but to go about my Tuesday and try not to think about it. I showered, got breakfast, and studied. All the while I checked my phone obsessively, my anxiety growing. Nothing.

I still hadn't heard from her when I had to go take my afternoon Calculus final. I don't think I did very well.

Feeling sad and more than a little defeated after that exam, I broke down and texted again, just a simple "Thinking of you."

Imagine my surprise when I got an immediate reply. "Hey baby," she texted. "Sorry I haven't texted sooner."

My heart began to pound in sudden happiness, and I waited eagerly, expecting her to write more. But five minutes passed, then ten, and nothing came. As I waited I tried to imagine where she was: In her room? The library? The cafeteria? It felt so strange not knowing where she was during the day, and stranger still not having seen her for so long. This was probably the longest we'd been apart since we started dating.

I had hoped my silence would get her talking, but no more messages were coming. Finally, I broke down and gave her a nudge. "How are you doing?" And then, "Can I see you?"

"No." Her reply took almost ten minutes, and it felt like a slap in the face. Then, "Not feeling well."

In retrospect, I should have left things there, but I didn't. I hated feeling so anxious and insecure, and I couldn't read how she was feeling: Was she upset? Sad? Did something happen? The uncertainty filled me with a submissive angst that I didn't know how to handle. So I did what any clingy guy would do, I texted again: "Baby, sorry you're not feeling well. Maybe I can come over and take care of you?" And then: "I really need unlocked. Remember, you promised."

She had promised. But she had forgotten yesterday and seemed even less interested today. It didn't sound like she remembered. Or cared.

Her reply was immediate this time. "Listen, I said no and I mean no. I have other things to do. I know you're horny, but that's just not my problem, now is it? This chastity thing isn't so I can be available whenever you want. It's so you are available whenever I want!"

I held my phone in stunned silence. I could hear the anger and frustration in her words. In my mind's eye I could see Sun Hee clearly, her face screwed up in a mask of concentration and her fingers typing furiously. My girl was so sweet, but when she felt herself being pushed around, she dug in her heels.

That's why I should have left things there, but I couldn't, even though I knew I was making a mistake. "What's wrong, Baby?" I wrote back. "I'm coming over."

"You're not listening. Now it's two days." Her reply was immediate and unmistakable.

"But..." My fingers were already typing another reply, outraged and frustrated by her refusal to hear me out, when my phone buzzed again. "Make that three days. And if I see you it will be five days. Do you understand, toy?"

Three days would be Friday. She was leaving for Korea Sunday morning... five days.

Shocked and frozen, my fingers trembled on the keypad before I finally had to put the phone aside for a moment. Sun Hee's bullying worked. She had taken the fight out of me, but I wasn't happy about it. And my poor cock wanted to weep in frustration: three days!

"I understand, Princess." The message hurt to send, and I felt a lump of despair in my throat as the words vanished into the ether. Three days without seeing Sun Hee. I couldn't imagine it. Even without the cage, it seemed impossible. 

And it hurt that she didn't want to see me.

She wanted some space, that was all. At least that's what I told myself. But while I had gotten used to being sidelined sexually, relegated to serving her sexual desires without getting sex in return, being sidelined so literally this way was a whole new experience. And I didn't like it.

That familiar submissive anxiety surged, and I was still struggling to process my feelings when my phone chimed again. Sun Hee had written again! It was an image file.

My heart seemed to float up into my throat as the image appeared, and it felt like I was suffocating. It was a close-up of Sun Hee's cleavage, her tits on spectacular display in a tight yellow tank top I didn't recognize, and there, nestled just between the soft skin of her cleavage, glinting bright against the honey glow of her flesh, was the key to my chastity cage, the little chain around her neck looking impossibly dainty and delicate.

The caption read: "Just in case you forget."

The picture was unbelievably hot, a confusing mixture of threatening and arousing. But just knowing she was thinking about me enough to send it gave me a surge of pleasure. Yet something about the picture niggled at me, like a worm creeping back into that dark space of dread and jealousy.

She had said she wasn't feeling well, and yet here she was wearing this incredibly low cut top instead of bundled up in one of her many fuzzy sweaters. The background was clearly a dorm room, but it wasn't hers, and I couldn't be sure but it didn't look like a girl's room.

My head swam, and I felt dizzy.

Somewhere in there was a lie. But she wouldn't lie, would she? Sun Hee had never lied to me.




Sun Hee Ch. 07



***

Imagine the delight and relief, then, when Sun Hee unexpectedly texted the next day after her morning final exam. I had been stealing myself not to hear from her today at all, nor the next day, as she had cruelly told me I was cut off for three whole days, so this unexpected contact had me giddy. I'm not sure which possibility felt better: that her banishment had only been a bluff, or that she herself couldn't go without seeing me that long.

I knew we had a lot to talk about. Given the way she had been behaving lately it seemed something was bothering her. For my part, after feeling forgotten and taken for granted when she broke our plans on Monday, and the upsetting sense Sun Hee had lied yesterday, I resolved to try to clear the air between us, and it was a profound relief when she invited me over to her room. Happily, Jin Sook wasn't around so we had privacy.

Still, when Sun Hee opened the door and I saw her standing there, the preoccupied look on her face and the tiredness in her eyes, all my anger and frustration melted away in a simple happiness to see her.

"I'm sorry," she said, and we embraced, her tiny body warm and soft in my arms. Her D cups pressed into my chest. Her long black hair smelled of lilac.

Sun Hee seemed quiet and reserved. Distant. But I was so foolishly happy just to see her that it took me awhile to register her mood. I was like a puppy dog starved for attention, leaning against her, butting my head playfully against her, crawling into her lap. She looked adorably cute in a dark purple dress with a large white Peter Pan collar that made her look girlish and innocent, and despite everything we had gone through the past couple days I loved her more than ever.

"What's wrong?" I asked, finally sensing her mood. Something did seem to be wrong; she had been behaving oddly lately.

Sun Hee looked unhappy and embarrassed, which was new. Usually it was the other way around. "I don't know," she said, wringing her hands. "I've just feel frustrated and cranky and stressed lately. I guess finals are getting to me."

"Are you getting enough sleep?" I asked with concern.

"It's not that. I mean, I don't know. My body just feels tense and unhappy."

"Sounds like you need to get laid," I joked. Maybe because that's what I needed, too.

"I know!" Sun Hee cried out with a frustration that startled me. Her hands pushed in between her legs. I don't think she even realized she was rubbing herself, and my mouth watered to think about her needy pussy. It had been a long time for me, but it had been a long time for her, too.

My comment had been off-hand, just a silly joke, but it had struck a cord. For both of us. The mood between us had suddenly changed.

"Now you know how I feel." I meant it to sound lighthearted, but it came out as passive aggressive. After so many days in forced chastity, my balls ached with a fullness and need that made it hard for me to think clearly.

Here I was aching to cum. And here was Sun Hee, horny and frustrated and needing to get laid. This was my chance to finally fuck her, and after missing my chance so many times before, I resolved to act.

Without thinking, my hands went to her neck and teased the gold chain out from underneath her collar and draped the key against the purple of her dress. "Baby..." I breathed. My implied question was clear; the hint wasn't terribly subtle. 

Or, as it turned out, well advised.

From the look on Sun Hee's face it was clearly the wrong move. She jerked the necklace from my fingers and angrily stuffed it back underneath her dress. "Typical," she huffed. "You're always thinking about yourself. I swear this cage has just made you more selfish. What about what I need?"

My mouth dropped open soundlessly. I felt at loss for what to say. Was she being serious? Anger rose as the idea that I was the one being selfish; she was the one being selfish here. Bratty, even. But the cage had a remarkable power to rewire my brain. I knew she was being unreasonable, but still I wanted to please her. And part of me worried she might be right, maybe I didn't spend enough time thinking about her needs. More to the point maybe, I still wanted to have sex.

As Sun Hee folded her arms in a huff and pulled away, I winced, worried things would go south and I would miss my chance at release. But if she thought I was being selfish, I was more than ready to put her needs first by crawling between her legs with my mouth. Honestly, it didn't take much to encourage me to want to lick her, and if anything, that seemed to have become the new norm in Sun Hee's eyes.

In a heartbeat I was sliding off the bed onto my knees before her. I pushed her dress up her knees and nudged her legs open, moving my face down toward Sun Hee's delicious treasure, a treasure I ached to taste.

But that didn't suit Sun Hee's mood either. She pushed me away in frustration and closed her legs. She sent me sprawling back onto the floor in confusion, looking up at her with a growing sense that things would not end well for me today.

Sun Hee was a picky eater. Every time we shared lunch in the cafeteria she complained that they didn't have anything good, and every time I took her out for dinner she wanted something new. Part of it was homesickness for Korean food, but part of it, whether she realized it or not, was a product of her restrictive upbringing. Growing up everything was always chosen for her and scheduled for her. Now that she had her own freedoms, her reaction was a rebellious stubbornness. Especially when she didn't really know what she wanted.

This was clearly her mood today, too.

"Don't you want me to lick you, baby?" I stroked her leg, looking up at her from where I sat on the floor. That was my value to her, sexually speaking at least, and the prospect that she wasn't interested was unnerving.

Sun Hee looked sullen and beautiful. Her arms were folded beneath her breasts, accentuating the fullness of her D cups, huge on such a tiny frame. Her long black hair was glossy and wild. The girlishness of her dress stood at odds with the fierceness in her eyes as she looked down at me, clearly disappointed with me even as I knew I had done nothing wrong.

"I'm tired of your tongue, baby," she complained. "I want something better. I want to get fucked. I want to really cum."

Her words stung. No, her words flat out hurt, and my heart squeezed in pain. I told myself she didn't mean it like that, that she didn't really mean she was tired of me, but at the same time I was shocked she didn't seem to register how hurtful she was being. Was this why she had been ignoring me lately? Was she tiring of me?

It was a kind of emotional masochism, not unlike the masochism I had experienced when she humiliated me in the library. By letting her vent these hurtful things at me, I told myself I was helping her blow off steam and feel better. I could get mad at her, but I wouldn't. For her.

I told myself that. Still, a flash of anger at the way she was acting had me thinking I should just fuck her. I could just stand up, rip the key from around her neck and throw aside this damned cage, push her down, and push my cock up inside her. Give her the fucking she needed and deserved. That I deserved.

But I did nothing.

I felt small in her eyes.

"Don't I make you feel good?" I looked up at Sun Hee pleadingly. My head ducked down unconsciously to move toward her pussy. My mouth felt dry, and it was hard to get the words out. "Is it really so much better... getting fucked?" I was afraid to actually ask the question, yet knew I had to. Or maybe it was just the masochism again. 

Sun Hee looked at me like I was an idiot. Her withering look made my heart squeeze again in pain, but it also made my balls squeeze, too.

"Is it really better? Having a thick cock fuck me instead of just your tongue?" Sun Hee's eyes were wide with surprise, her pupils dark and shimmery. "Baby, if you have to ask, you just don't understand what women need."

Shamed, I studied the carpet between Sun Hee's delicate feet. The cage she had locked around my manhood tightened around me with an impossible force. Even as I had become accustomed to the cage, I was shocked by the implacable power it held over me. My balls buzzed uncontrollably. Why did this excite me so much?

Sun Hee looked off to the side, studying the wall thoughtfully. "Well, I guess you do need to ask, don't you?" she said. Her implication was crystal clear; we both knew exactly what she meant. I still had not had sex with her - so yes, I did need to ask whether it was better for her being fucked.

I knew the sounds she made as she was licked, but not the sound she made as a big cock first penetrated her. Or the way her legs spread up over a man's shoulders. Or the way she might cry out in pleasure as she was fucked to orgasm.

I didn't know those things.

Both of us sat in silence for a few minutes. Both of us dwelling on this simple fact that we had not yet had sex together, though I can't say we were both having the same thoughts about it.

When Sun Hee's voice broke the silence, she sounded quiet, wistful, but there was also an edge of dissatisfaction in her voice. "Have you ever made a woman cum? You know, with your dick?"

It was the cruelest question ever asked of me, and it was asked with a quietness, a sincerity, a delicate femininity that it felt like something broke inside me.

If ever there was a moment to lie, this was it. But I had always been honest with Sun Hee. That was something I loved about her, I could be honest.

"No..."

My answer hung in the air between us. It was true, sadly. I had only been with two other women, and neither of them came. My last girlfriend came close. I think. But I had never been with a woman who came during sex. Never been with a woman who had the high sex drive, the need for sex that Sun Hee had. And I feared that, even if she were ever to let me try, I would not be able to make her cum like she deserved.

"God, I just want to get fucked!" she moaned in frustration. The words came out like she was in pain. Her hands were again thrust between her legs, the dark blue of her dress bunched around her.

It was surreal hearing Sun Hee talk this way, and act this way. My sweet little Korean girl was acting like she was some slut in heat. There seemed to be an animal force inside her that was literally beyond her control. Maybe she was right: maybe I really hadn't been thinking about her needs. Focused on my own desire for sex, I hadn't considered how hard it had been for her to go without sex since we got together. With her high sex drive, was a month too long for her not to get fucked?

"I don't know... maybe I don't know how to have a boyfriend." Sun Hee seemed almost to be talking to herself, and her sudden shift in topic scared me. I felt a bolt of fear strike through me. Was she thinking about leaving me?

"Baby..." I gasped.

Sun Hee kept talking, almost as though I wasn't there. Maybe me being on the floor out of her line of sight made it easier for her to open up. "Guys come around, expecting stuff. We fuck. And God... it feels good. It feels great. But then he leaves... or I do. I don't know." 

I listened, breathless.

"I guess I've always liked penis. I guess I've always known." Sun Hee pronounced the word with just a little too much emphasis on the "p" sound, her accented English highlighting just how shocking it was to hear this shy and proper little Korean girl speak so openly and so explicitly about her sexual need. "The first time I saw a penis I immediately wanted to kiss it and to take it in my mouth. The big bulbous head... the long, thick shaft." Her eyes flicked down to meet mine. "I miss penis."

The more she talked, the more aroused she became, the more Sun Hee's fobbiness showed. Her language became even more accented and halting. Her thin arms and legs moved with that awkward precision I had come to recognize as distinctively hers, and I smelled the musky scent of her body. Her skin was creamy smooth and her hair so carefully styled - so desperately innocent, so desperately Korean as she practically moaned for cock.

Sun Hee was looking past me now, staring blankly at the wall behind me. Her hands rubbed together between her legs, and she hunched forward, her shoulders tensing and her breasts rising and falling heavily. Her hard nipples showed through the dark blue fabric of her dress, poking through grotesquely.

"My last boyfriend... Well, not really boyfriend, I guess. His cock was so thick. God..." 

Sun Hee's entire body tensed up as she remembered, her arms wrapped around her tiny, sexy body, hugging herself. Her whole body shuddered as she seemed to remember the orgasms this other man had given her.

Was she actually cumming at the memory?

It was both exciting and painful to witness. She had me seeing it so clearly in my mind, this other man's cock thrusting deep inside her as Sun Hee cried out her pleasure. He must be so big - to make her feel this way he must have been big. The image had my own cock aching with need even as I felt a kind of anxiety gathering in the base of my spine.

She looked down at me again, only now remembering I was there. "I love you. I love being with you. And I really like our little 'game.' But it's hard, too, you know?" Sun Hee looked wistful. "This is actually the longest I've ever dated someone."

She sounded almost disappointed.

I felt a kind of panic... like I was losing her.

It was clear I needed to do something, yet I wasn't sure what to do. Everything I tried only seemed to frustrate her more.

"Let's fuck, baby," I breathed. "I mean it. Let me out of this cage, and let's fuck. I'll make you feel good, I promise."

That brought Sun Hee's gaze back to me, but she narrowed her eyes in obvious skepticism. I suppose being sprawled out on the floor in front of her didn't put me in the best position, and as horny as she was, Sun Hee looked far from ready to give up the power she held over me. In fact, that power seemed to be the only thing pleasing her right now.

"You think that's what I need, do you?" Sun Hee asked, her expression unreadable.

I nodded.

"And of course you're only interest is in making me feel good, right?" She said it in a knowing tone, a hint of mischievousness returned to her eyes. "Not because you want out of that cage? Not because you want a taste of my sweet pussy?"

She gave her hips a little wiggle. The way my body trembled in reaction seemed to amuse her. God, she looked so sexy and inviting.

The promise of her bare pussy - finally and at last - made me feel close to cumming, despite the cage that so cruelly ended that possibility. And for a brief moment... I hoped.

"Please, baby," I begged. "Let's do it. Let's fuck."

She looked thoughtful, leaning toward me, and her own desire seemed to suggest it was possible. "And you'll make me cum hard?" she asked.

"Yes..." I breathed, willing it to be true.

Sun Hee smiled a little cruelly. Her Korean mouth twisted to the side as she looked at me askance. "Can you guarantee it?"

I wanted to say yes. I did... but I couldn't. Silence ended up answering for me.

As the silence expanded, Sun Hee leaned down and smiled in predatory way. Her big tits pressed forward. "I don't think you could handle me," she said, patting the side of my face. "You wouldn't last five minutes."

Heat bloomed in my face as blood rushed to my cheeks. It was true, and Sun Hee loved that it was true. I couldn't handle her. A girl like this was just too much. I had never had a problem with premature ejaculation before, but we both knew that with Sun Hee I would last only moments.

Still, I had to keep trying. "Please?" I begged.

Sun Hee chuckled and petted me like a dog. "No," she said simply. Her voice sounded regretful but firm.

"Why not?" I sounded petulant. I couldn't help it.

"Well," she said, leaning down over me. Her large breasts hung down pendulously. "Because you're too small for me... And because I like having this power over you."

Shit. Hearing her say that made my poor little cock throb so painfully. I wasn't small, I knew that. But she kept saying it, and the more she said it the less sure of myself I felt. Especially next to that other guy who had apparently made her cum so hard. Maybe I was too small for her. 

Was my sweet little Korean girl a size queen? The prospect somehow thrilled me.

But dammit, waiting also made so frustrated, and I knew she wanted it, too. She'd practically been begging for sex, but now she kept refusing me. It wasn't fair. And for once I let my better sense get away from me. "But you just said how much you need to get fucked, baby," I complained in exasperation. "Even if... " I forced myself to say it. "Even if I am small... I know you need it. You're horny, too."

I got up on my knees facing her and pushed her legs apart. Both playful and forceful, I tugged her dress upwards and kept telling her how horny I knew she was and how good I would make her feel. "You can't say no, baby. I see how much you need it," I coaxed.

But my coaxing only made Sun Hee bristle. She pulled back roughly and pushed me away, complaining, "What, you think just because I'm horny for sex I can't say no to your little cock?"

"Well..." I said.

"No," Sun Hee said. 

"But..."

"No," she said again. Her voice was firm and final. "See how easy that was for me?" The look in her dark Korean eyes humiliated me.

To emphasize her point, Sun Hee turned away from me on the bed and pulled her things toward her. She opened up one of her textbooks and flipped the page, returning to her studies. She did is so casually and yet so deliberately. Her rejection left me stunned.

I sat in shock in my place on the floor for several minutes. Watching her I felt sure this was only an act, a tease, but no, she was actually studying. She turned the page again, her tiny hand wrapped around her colored pencil as she deftly copied out her notes and her legs drawn up underneath her dress. Her mind was elsewhere now, and that hurt worst of all. She had forgotten me.

"Please, baby..." I begged. I was defeated, and she knew it.

She didn't respond at first. Her pencil danced under her fingertips.

"Please..." I begged again.

"You really want out of that cage?" she asked, still not looking at me. She tapped the small little pencil against her lips in a way that made me image my cock there.

"Yes..." I whined.

Only then did Sun Hee set her small little pencil down and look up. She tapped her finger peevishly against her lips for several minutes, making me wait in pregnant anticipation. Would she say yes? Would she let me out? Would I finally get to sink my cock into Sun Hee's delicious and obviously needy pussy?

"Fine," Sun Hee said after what seemed forever. Whatever decision she had come to seemed firm and final in her mind. "You want your release, then strip."

Excited, I hopped to my feet and started shucking off my clothes, expecting my sweet Sun Hee to join me, but she stayed where she was, watching somewhat impassively from where she perched on the bed. I stopped with one leg in the air and my pants half-off, and gave her a questioning look.

"Don't stop on my account," she smirked. Her legs were still drawn up underneath her as she sat on the bed among her books and notes.

"You just... you just want me to strip?" I asked dumbly.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Sun Hee turned the page of her book

I groaned silently, seeing that things were not going to go my way afterall. But at least by the time I was naked and standing awkwardly in front of Sun Hee, half trying to cover myself with my hands, the key came out.

Sun Hee pulled it out from her dress and let it dangle from her fingers. The key itself swung back and forth above the collar of her dress, and my eyes watched it eagerly. In that moment, the key was just about the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I didn't know where things were going, but I knew I desperately - desperately - needed unlocked.




Sun Hee Ch. 07



Sun Hee let the key swing for a while, as if making a decision. Then she abruptly she pulled the chain up over her head, and tossed it toward me. The key and chain slapped against my naked flesh, and I clutched at it clumsily, before finally having to lean down to pick it up off the floor.

"Show me this cock that's supposed to make me feel better," she said. I tried to read her tone. She didn't sound angry; it was almost like she sounded... bored.

Her mood was dark again: withdrawn, distant, and dissatisfied. It hurt me feelings that she seemed so disinterested, more than I realized actually, but she wasn't stopping me from using the key and at this point my cock had a mind of its own. My hand was actually shaking as I struggled to fit the tiny key into the pink padlock, and then soon the various pieces of the cage were tossed aside onto the floor.

Even without touching it, my newly freed cock started to twitch and grow. Every fresh touch of air was an intense stimulation. But it also felt intensely awkward and humiliating to be standing this way in front of Sun Hee when she seemed like her mind was elsewhere. 

She arched her eyebrow a bit as my cock started to twitch awake, but then she turned back to her books. She even checked her phone idly, while I just stood there like some kind of horny idiot.

"Well," Sun Hee sighed. "Go on then. Jerk off." She waved her hand absently.

"Y-you just want me to jerk off? Like this? In front of you?" The idea seemed impossible. I had never actually masturbated in front of anyone before, and the idea of just jerking off while the love of my life watched - half watched - made my chest tighten. At the same time, the need inside my balls was insistent and undeniable.

Maybe she was trying to be a sexy dominatrix, but somehow it wasn't quite working. Our moods didn't match. Her disinterested seemed too... genuine.

My hand found its way to my cock and started to rub my shaft in a noncommittal way. This just felt so humiliating. Still, Sun Hee sounded serious, and I didn't think I could survive missing this chance to cum, even if it meant spurting helplessly in front of her as she watched, fully dressed, on the bed.

Eager as I was, horny as I was, I couldn't quite get aroused. Not with Sun Hee acting this way and checking her phone again. It seemed surreal - being at once so horny and so flaccid. This had never happened before.

But Sun Hee was already looking down at her phone again, texting something. Her phone pinged again, and she texted back. Her black hair spilled across her face, and she looked so beautiful. But I wanted... something else.

"Aren't you going to... watch?" The last word choked out as a bare whisper. 

She looked up with a prissy pout that didn't belong on her face. Her shrug was both eloquent and inscrutable. I couldn't tell what she was thinking; she seemed distant and preoccupied again. Her strange mood had returned, and I didn't know how to read her. I felt anxious and alone, even as I stood naked in the center of Sun Hee's bedroom.

"Who are you texting?" I meant the question to nudge her attention back to me, but instead I just sounded needy and passive aggressive. Still, I suppose I had a right to be upset. I mean, I was standing there naked and she was futzing with her phone.

That didn't stop her from texting though. Her fingers finished a message and hit send, then were already typing again before she glanced up. "You mean am I texting Sebastian?" Her voice had an edge of annoyance, as if I were the one being unreasonable.

She glanced up at me, and then her eyes moved down. Shame washed through me as I realized what had finally caught her attention. My penis, still embarrassingly flaccid, had nudged upward at the mere mention of his name, and now, despite myself, was standing erect.

Sun Hee smirked to herself and returned to her texting.

The question went unanswered, which only made my cock grow harder.

I ached to touch myself but willed my hands to my side, reluctant to show her just how much power she held over me with that name. But Sun Hee seemed to already know. She looked up again and smirked. "That got you hard, huh? You like me talking with Sebastian?" Her fingers still typed on the phone.

I shrugged awkwardly. What else could I do? My hands had already found their way to my cock and balls, and it felt so good to be stroking the length of my hard shaft.

"Go on then," she ordered. "I mean it. Stroke your little thing for me."

Sun Hee said it, but she didn't really mean it. Her mind kept drifting back to her phone and to her notes.

I couldn't tell if she was just acting or if she was really feeling this distant, so I called her on it. "Sun Hee, baby, what's going on? I thought we were trying to have a sexy time together, but you're being so... distant."

Sun Hee snorted in frustration. "Look, I'm trying to let you have a release. Because you kept pestering me for it. But I'm not really in the mood."

"Fine." I was angry now, and let it show. I started to jerk harder now, feeling my orgasm rise. In my anger, I told myself I should just step up and jerk off into her face and hair. I thrilled to the image of sticky white semen spraying into her pouty face and across her long and shimmering black hair. It had been so long the amount of cum would be incredible. I imagined her face coated and dripping, Sun Hee sputtering in shock and surprise as I painted her face with my bottled up sperm. Seeing sperm on Sun Hee's delicate lips was maybe the hottest thing I could imagine.

I felt guilty even thinking of it, though I tried to tell myself it was what she deserved given how she was acting.

Yet her indifference rattled me. It was hard to think about cumming for a girl who barely seemed to pay any attention. Plus, as cute as her dress was it did a remarkable job of obscuring her sexy body. The white lace collar was like a wide bib that draped around her neck, matched by similar lace around the sleeves at her wrists. That meant her chest was covered completely, up to her neck, and the lace collar further downplayed the heft of her tits under the dark blue fabric. The dress itself was long sleeved and came down to her knees. Below that she wore tights, so the only part of her left uncovered was her face and hands.

Cute, but not sexy. Especially as her head was buried once more in her books.

"Will you at least take your bra off?" I groaned in exasperation. It had been days since I'd gotten to see her glorious tits, and I at least wanted to see some cleavage. The thought that Sebastian had probably seen more than I did recently made me burn with jealousy and frustration.

Acting exasperated in return, Sun Hee sat up and reached up under her dress. Her behavior seemed almost bratty, but at least I was getting my wish. She performed that weird series of contorted moves women do to remove their bra from under their dress. 

Then... Sun Hee pulled her bra out through her sleeve and simply tossed it onto the floor near my feet. No tease... no flash of her sexy boobs... nothing.

I looked down, stunned. It was one of the new bras I had bought for her, black lace and sexy. It landed near my feet, facing upwards so that the D cups where her breasts had just been yawned huge and empty. The image of my sperm shooting all over the black lace made my testicles quiver.

But still, not what I wanted.

"What?" Sun Hee said in mock innocence. I could make out the barest outline of her hanging breasts through the fabric of her dress. Her own anger was rising to match mine. "You asked me to take my bra off, and I did. Sheesh."

What I wanted was to see her tits, and she knew that. Sun Hee had had her pussy against my mouth whenever she wanted to cum, but her cleavage she'd been flashing to just about every guy who came along. The unfairness of it made me ache. Not that I didn't enjoy it, too.

"So what? You'll flash your tits for Sebastian... and, and... for what's-his-name... for Reggie?" I sputtered, remembering the way she had behaved the other night in the library. "Just flashing your tits like... like some kind of slut!"

I winced as soon as the word slipped out. I shouldn't have said that, and immediately I wanted to take it back. But the word was out there now, and seeing how my sweet girl's face collapsed in hurt and anger broke my heart a little.

"Slut, huh?" Sun Hee said. "Is that how you see me? Is that what you think this is?" She gestured around her, at the room, at the floor, at me.

"No, baby, I..."

But Sun Hee was already up from the bed and was stalking around me, circling me naked as her finger tapped angrily against her lips. The perfect red of her nail polish gleamed in the light. She paced around me, comparatively short without her heels, but with an authority that made her displeasure known.

Things had gone from bad to worse. But strangely, that seemed to make my aching cock even harder.

She stopped behind me and stood, silently, for what seemed like minutes. I wanted to turn to face her but was afraid to move. It was surprising how intimidating it was knowing she was there but unable to see her - how vulnerable I felt being naked while she stood behind me. I had never felt so exposed.

"Well? Time is ticking," she snapped. Her voice echoed from behind me. "Five minutes left to cum and you're back in the cage."

Five minutes!? Five minutes was plenty in my state, but the time limit created a sense of panic and my poor cock grew soft again. I jerked harder, acutely aware of Sun Hee watching from behind me, aware of just how vulnerable that made me, and aware too that this excited me. My excitement returned, and I started to feel the cum building inside me, the release that promised to be the strongest I had ever felt before. Minutes to spare. I was going to cum! I was going to cum!

Then suddenly I screamed in pain. Sun Hee had reached between my naked legs and clasped her hand around my ball sack, digging her nails into my tender flesh.

"I changed my mind," she hissed. "No cumming for you. Not after what you said."

I groaned, both silently and aloud. Shit!

"No cumming," she hissed, as she drew closer. Her other hand snaked around me, her blue dress against my naked flesh, and she wrapped her other hand around my cock and started to stroke.

Already sensitive, already close to the edge, the handjob Sun Hee gave was driving me crazy - rough, urgent, angry. She jerked her hand up and down my unlubricated shaft. The friction hurt and yet what she was doing felt unbelievably good.

"Is this the cock you think will please me?" she asked. "The little cock you think will make me cum?"

"Yes..." I grunted as she jerked harder, edging me closer. God I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her!

Sun Hee shook her head. Her grip tightened on my balls. "I don't think so," she sighed. "I don't think so at all."

Her rejection both stung and fueled my arousal.

"But why?" I begged. I sounded whiney even to my ear.

But Sun Hee's answer surprised me. She held my erection between her thumb and forefinger, and spoke in a matter of fact voice, clearly not teasing. "You may think it's average, but in my book it's just small."

Hearing that made me cry out. I couldn't help it. I felt myself on the edge of exploding. Sun Hee jerked harder and harder, massaging my erection in a way that made my cum rise. Her hands were tiny and yet they fit around my shaft easily. Maybe I was small?

Sun Hee held me tighter, liking that she had made me cry out, and, sensing I was nearing release, she squeezed tighter. "Don't you dare cum," she hissed in my ear. Her voice was heavy and wet in my ear, laden with unspoken threat.

She started stroking harder, almost frantic now, her tiny hand a blur up and down the length of my shaft. All the while she hissed into my ear, "Don't you dare cum! Don't you dare cum! Don't you dare cum!"

My orgasm built despite my struggle to hold on. Her hand jerking me made it impossible. My bare buttocks clenched. I leaned up onto the balls of my feet. My jaw clenched and strained. I felt myself just about to burst and fearing the consequence... 

...When Sun Hee clenched tight around my balls and her fingertip pressed hard against the very tip of my cock. The effect was painful yet immediate. My orgasm seemed to surge right up against her fingertip, aching and urgent, and then, strangely, to almost disappear. My hands reached helplessly to bring myself off, but she batted them away with ease.

The buzzing need was still in my balls as urgent as ever and my shaft quivered with an aching need, but the feeling of orgasm had abated. Instead, my cock quivered with overstimulated need.

Then Sun Hee's handjob started again.

"Slut, am I?" she hissed in my ear and started jerking up and down my shaft again.

That word again. So foolish of me to have said it. I felt helpless. Again I reached for myself to try to take over from her torture, and again she batted away my hands.

"If I'm a slut, Sebastian will see more of my tits than you will."

I felt the heat of her now-bare tits under her dress as they pressed against me. Sun Hee was taunting me. She was making the sperm rise in my balls and she knew it. She felt it.

"If I'm a slut, he'll see my tits before you do. Is that what you want? Is that what you want?"

In her anger, her English became more accented: more dropped articles and more stilted pronunciations. I became acutely aware that the girl who had her fingernails digging into my ballsack was Korean, and that I had no idea what level of abuse might be considered acceptable in that country. I had heard stories...

"Is that what you want?" Sun Hee demanded. Her red fingernails dug into the reddened skin of my balls. "Say it!"

It was too much. I didn't understand why she was wanting this, but I couldn't help myself. I felt like my mind was broken and my body was jelly in her arms. My whole body was trembling. "Yes!... Yes!" I begged. "That's what I want."

"Say it!" she hissed into my ear, still not satisfied.

"I want it! I want Sebastian to have your tits!"

The words tumbled. The confession sent me to the edge. I felt like I was going to go off like a firehose. No possible way my release could be stopped this time.

I was going to blow my load. But not as I had so often imagined it, with Sun Hee down on her knees in front of me, her large dark eyes watching in feminine arousal as I blow my thick sperm all over her pretty face and her parted lips, painting her face with my potent seed. No, not that.

Instead, I was going to spray my sperm uselessly all over the floor. Instead, I was getting jerked off roughly by Sun Hee, outside my control and all but without my consent, as she gave me a reach-around and humiliated me with talk of other men.

The humiliation and helplessness was shocking.

But what ended up happening was worse still.

Even as I was passing the point of no return, Sun Hee again capped my penis with her finger. Harder this time. Hard. Even as some sperm started to bubble up past her fingertip, she pressed harder, and then squeezed her nails into my testicles. I struggled mightily to get away from her grip, but she held me in her power. All the while she kept repeated her order not to cum.

My cock spurted and spurted - and yet nothing happened. No cum shot out. No release. No orgasm. And definitely no pleasure. She had ruined me again.

Sun Hee pulled away and then with an eerie calmness returned to her bed and to her studying. I stood there in shock and humiliation with my mouth slack and my balls aching. The ache reached deep into my nether parts and swelled hotly throughout my body. The horniness was still there, now stronger than ever, though I don't think I could have cum now for anything.

"Put it back on," Sun Hee said while gesturing absently toward where the chastity cage lay in pieces on the floor.

"What?" I asked. Honestly, I was more confused by what she said than upset.

"I don't want it. Put it back on."

It took me a while to realize what the "it" was that she didn't want. My cock. And the realization burned.

"What?" I asked again, this time with a rising sense of resentment. Even then I was already bending over to pick up the cage.

Sun Hee smiled just a little as she saw that but otherwise made no response. She simply waited, passive and distant, flipping the pages of her textbook as she waited for me to reassemble the cage around my poor tortured and thoroughly denied penis.

"Do I really have to?" My plaintive question was really more of a statement. I knew the answer; I could feel it radiating from her cold and distant body. Still, I held the lock before closing it and looked at her with pleading eyes.

Sun Hee seemed to relent. "Let me ask you this," she said. "Answer honestly, and if you can say yes I'll let you stay free of the cage." 

Her large dark eyes turned toward me and held me frozen in the melancholic intensity of her gaze. I feared what the question might be.

"Have you been thinking about my needs? Have you been putting my needs first?"

I gulped audibly. I wanted to say yes. Asked a few days ago I would have said yes with ease and confidence. But these past few days, seeing how Sun Hee felt so distant and dissatisfied in ways I still did not understand, I realized the answer was not so straightforward. "I don't... I don't..." My voice trailed off. Then I answered. "I guess not..."

Sun Hee's shrug spoke volumes.

The lock clicked shut. I had done it to myself.

When Sun Hee spoke next she was buried in her notes again and seemed almost to be speaking to herself. "Why should you get to cum when I'm feeling frustrated like this," she murmured. "Besides... small dicks like yours don't get to cum."

"Baby," I breathed. "What's wrong? Why are you being like this?"

That brought her up again. Her dark eyes met mine, and I saw an uncertainty there profoundly at odds with the cruelty with which she was treating me. "I don't know... I don't understand what's wrong. I don't know why I feel like this."

The fact that her answer felt so nakedly honest only made it that much more heartbreaking.

"It's... confusing," she said.

***

It was confusing.

That whole encounter in her dorm room felt deeply confusing and distressing, and I left her room - or more accurately, was kicked out of her room - feeling an ache in my balls that actually had me worried. Having been edged by Sun Hee so roughly and ruined so completely, my body felt almost alien, full of sensations I had never felt before and didn't understand.

Wednesday evening for me was spent in a deep funk. My constant impulse was to reach out to her, but I didn't need her to say it to recognize that Sun Hee wanted to be left alone. That hurt most of all - more than the ache in my balls, the knowledge that she didn't want me around.

I walked aimlessly around campus in the near-dark. The semester was winding down. Walking alone I passed by tired students in ones and twos heading to or from the library, but more frequently now were larger groups: happy, laughing, looking to blow off steam. The semester over for them, they were looking for parties, beer, and hook-ups.

A group of hot girls laughing together and eager for a night out at the clubs or at some party reminded me of those first days when Sun Hee had locked me in her chastity cage. At the time, it was strangely thrilling to know I was locked away from other girls with no possibility for me to have sex with anyone but Sun Hee. I felt owned by her then. But now...

It felt different now. I felt alone and emasculated. Abandoned.

I hated that Sun Hee was obviously so unhappy about something. What had happened between us?

Through sheer force of will I gave Sun Hee the space she seemed to need. I hoped the mood would pass, but it didn't. Sun Hee never messaged.