u/SheControls

Read it a long time ago. Includes a guy waking up cross dressed and in a cage that produces spikes when he moves. The main does it and she leaves with the keys.

A sudden shine catches Paula’s attention. A set of small detailed keys on the brink of falling from the pocket of her nephews shorts.

Threatening to slip out completely as Mason accentuates a stretch, his white tee riding up his slim belly. 

He looks across to his Aunt, her gaze diverting to meet his. “Want a drink?” He rises barely awaiting her response before be-lining for the kitchen.  

Paula shakes her head, muttering a soft ‘no’, her focus on the keys that remain on his seat. She reaches for the keys, looking back to see if Mason had noticed.

They were well designed, cute even. As she inspected further her heart fluttered with a blend of surprise and a touch of mischief upon discovering the words 'Chastity Forever' etched onto them. The find sent a jolt of intrigue through her.

Paula’s eyes, usually soft and kind, now sparkle with curiosity. She can't help but wonder, was she jumping to an outlandish conclusion? Were these really chastity keys? If so, was her nephew wearing a chastity cage?

Paula watches Mason as he reenters the room, settling back onto the sofa oblivious to her scrutiny.

Though her attention appears to return to the screen, her mind is elsewhere, her curiosity certainly piqued. The keys lie hidden in her hand. ‘Chastity Forever’, the words echo in her mind, each syllable laden with implications she can't quite believe.

The film advances without Paula’s regard, however it has Mason’s undivided attention. Paula sits patiently, her excitement building, waiting for her questions to be answered.

She can only imagine the copious amount of teasing she could get out of something like this.

At last, whilst lost in the glowing screen Mason slips his hand in to his pocket. His eyes widen feeling the empty space. A frantic search ensued. Observed by Paula with a thick amusement.

Mason let’s an unnerved whimper escape him as his hands find nothing but empty pockets, Paula can't help but stifle a soft laugh at the sight of him patting down his shorts, his movements growing more unsure by the second. She watches as he stands up and begins to search under the cushions, his hands moving erratically.

She wiggles deeper into her position for a more comfortable viewing experience. She can see the panic in his eyes, his search becoming more intense as he becomes more flustered.

Her heart pounding in her chest. She knows she should say something, put him out of his misery, but there's a surprisingly major part of her that enjoys seeing him like this. The circumstances exciting her in a way she’s never experienced. Her nephew desperately searching whilst almost certainly locked in a little cock cage. The knowledge he’s worried and locked purely from her own actions. 

Paula’s lips twitch, her struggle to maintain a straight face becoming more apparent. She can see the urgency in Mason, the way he repeatedly searches the same area of the sofa, refusing to accept the keys aren’t there to be found. 

"You lost something? I’ll help you search!" her voice is phony, it’s soft, almost gentle, but there's an underlying tone of mischief that she can't quite hide.

She can see the struggle in his expression, the internal battle between honesty and hiding his embarrassing secret. His response predictably dismissive, of course he wouldn’t invite his own Aunt to search for chastity keys.

She crosses her legs, her bare foot gently swinging as she watches him. The poker face failing her, but Mason was far too distracted to notice. 

Her head tilted, her eyebrows raising slightly as she listens to his stammered attempts to explain himself, whilst also trying to give nothing away. A smirk etched on her face as his tone wavers between panic and frustration. She knows what he's hiding, his refusal to tell her what’s wrong only makes her want to keep the keys more. Holding the keys feeling a more gripping idea than the  original plan of a little verbal teasing. 

The hurried pace of his steps towards his bedroom putting a tickled smile on her lips. Paula took great pleasure knowing he’d never find these keys. Although his disappearance seemed to dampen that pleasure. She wanted to watch and hearing the rummaging from his room enticed her to spectate.

Leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded casually across her chest, a wicked smile played on her lips. Taking in the scene before her. The room is in utter chaos, clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, drawers opened and the contents displaced.

Amongst the chaos she watches Mason open a shoebox, giving her a brief sight of what seemed to be handcuffs and a ball gag amongst other miscellaneous items. The sight sends a jolt of electrifying excitement through her.

Mason continues to pointlessly search. Paula knowing that she holds the power to end it or to prolong it, depending on her whims and desires. Currently, her body and mind were both telling her to prolong it.

"Found what you’re looking for?" Paula asks, her voice laced with a teasing energy.

Her nephew jumps, clearly unaware of her presence. She can see the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks as frantically closes his shoebox. He awkwardly shakes his head, trying to work out if she’d seen the contents. 

Compared to her usual methods of teasing this was providing her far more delight. She found she enjoys his discomfort, finding a strange thrill in his predicament. She steps into the room, her eyes scanning the chaos, taking in every detail of the wreckage.

"Not that you’re telling me what you’ve lost, but whatever it is maybe it fell under the sofa? Grab the vacuum and you can use it whilst moving my furniture around!"

She smiles, her heart racing as she seeks to trick him into doing her housework. His eyebrows raise, processing the idea, realising she’s made an excellent point. Mason scurries off to fetch the vacuum, Paula biting her lip, enjoying this far too much.

Mason's face plummets as he pulls the sofa away, revealing nothing but a layer of dirt and grime. She can't help but giggle at his disappointment, the sound bubbling up from her chest and escaping her lips in a soft, teasing laugh. Frustrated and desperate, his hopes dashed once again.

"Not there?" she says, her voice teeming with fake sympathy. "At least it’ll all be clean once you’re done! And since you're at it, you might as well vacuum the entire house as you search!"

She watches as he grudgingly starts the vacuum, the hum of the machine filling the room. His mind visibly working to retrace his steps as he moves the vacuum back and forth, his frustration palpable. 

Her legs now stretched to where he once sat, relaxing whilst listening to the hum of the vacuum as he ever so slowly moves through the entire house. The first bit of housework her nephew participated in since arriving.

This dynamic felt right.

Mason returns, visibly miffed having spent far too long vacuuming, covering every inch of every room and still no keys. “That was a long search!” She giggles, knowing he’d spent the majority of that time cleaning for her. 

"You know, i’m still not sure what you’re looking for, but I think I might have seen something fall out of your pocket earlier. But I can't quite remember where..."

She pauses, Mason's head snaps up, his eyes wide with hope.

Paula relishes the moment, Mason awaits her next words. She can see the hope and desperation in his eyes, the way he’s ready to spring into action at her slightest suggestion. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, savoring the power she holds over him in this moment.

She leans in slightly, "You know, I think it might have been in the kitchen." She watches his body language shifting from hopeful to eager. She can see the gears turning in his mind.

She turns the volume on the film up a few notches. Paula smirks, “You’ve already vacuumed right? I guess look on the counter! It’s a mess in there, be a good thing and tidy it up whilst you look…"

She can't help but smile as Mason rolls his eyes and nods, her heart fluttering with excitement once more. She knows she's playing with fire, pushing him like this, but she can't help herself. There's something thrilling about holding this secret, about watching him squirm and struggle. 

Soon the clattering dies down, Mason drags himself back to the sofa. Leaving a spotless kitchen in his wake. Paula can almost smell the desperation on him. It only serves to drive her crazier. 

"That was a loud search!”, she teases, acutely aware he’d been cleaning and tidying.

 “You know," her voice calm, preparing her next trick. "You’re going to hate me! I think I made a mistake, it wasn’t the kitchen…"

"I think I might have seen it in the bathroom. You know, it's been a while since I gave that a good clean too."

Paula raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye, her racing heart calming as she watches Mason finally put the pieces together. 

He finally questions her, she can see the realization dawn on his face, the way his shoulders slump in defeat, and the soft sigh that escapes his lips followed by the moaning and whiny voice. Her fun was appearing to be over, however she still had the chance to embarrass and humiliate him.

A satisfied smile playing on her lips. "So, you've finally figured it out”, her voice laced with amusement. "I must admit, I had a pretty good time watching you run around like a headless chicken."

Paula’s smile widens as she watches Mason's frustration boil over, his voice laced with annoyance and defeat, a stormy look in his eyes. She enjoys the sight and sound of him, finally seeing the truth of her manipulations and deception. He empties out his emotion, promising to never do as she asks again in the process.

"Never say never, Mason," she says, her voice soft but firm. "You never know, I can be quite convincing!"

She watches as his eyes widen in annoyance, how she just dismissed his voice. She knows she has him beat. She stands up, her movements graceful as she walks over to him. She stands a few inches taller. 

"You know, I think I could convince you to clean my toilet right now!"

She pauses, her eyes locking onto his, her expression serious. She reaches into her pocket.

Paula chuckles at Mason's scoff, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watches him dismiss her words. She enjoys the doubt in his eyes, the way he thinks she's just teasing him. She takes a step closer. She can feel the keys in her pocket, their cool metal a constant reminder of the power she holds.

"I'm not joking, Mason," she says, her voice firm. She reaches in, her fingers wrapping around the keys. She can feel the engraving beneath her fingertips. "Chastity Forever," she murmurs, pulling the keys out and holding them up for him to see. She watches as the color drains from his face as he finally understands the depth of her manipulation.

She smirks, enjoying the sight of his discomfort, "Now, what do you think I should do with these?"

She giggles, “Once you caught on I was thinking about handing these back… but you’re so insistent about not doing anything I ask…”

Paula’s smile widens as she watches Mason's expression, his eyes fixed on the keys dangling from her fingers. She brings them closer to her face, her eyes scanning the engraving carefully. She runs her thumb over the letters, feeling the slight indentation in the metal.

"Chastity... Forever..." she murmurs, her voice a teasing threat. She looks down at Mason, her eyes gleaming with mischief and power. "Imagine that..."

Her words hang in the air, "'Forever' is a very long time."

She knows he's on the edge of begging.

"Tell you what," she continues, "Maybe it doesn’t have to be forever, maybe if you do a few things for me I’ll give them back?"

"Now, what do you think I want you to do for me?" she asks, her voice soft and teasing.

Paula laughs at his simple response of ‘chores’. Her voice taking on a rhythmic, almost melodic quality as she begins to list her demands. She can see the way he shrinks with each item, he doesn’t even try to snatch the keys back. 

She leans in close, "Let's see... You could start by doing the bathroom, then taking out the trash. Make sure to sort the recycling properly. You know how particular I am about that."

Her finger taps against her chin, "And wash the car. It's been a while since it had a good scrub”

Her smile wicked, ideas coming to her fast. “Oh, and give the garage a thorough cleaning. It's a mess in there. Can’t park a clean car in a dirty garage can I?”

Her eyes flicking to the windows, the faint sunlight filtering through the curtains. "And don't forget the windows. They're streaked with dirt. A good cleaning would do them some good."

"Then I might be able to see out to the garden… oh! Then there's the gardening. The weeds have been taking over, and the flowers need some love. You could spend a few hours out there, getting your hands and clothes dirty."

"And the laundry, Mason. There's a mountain of it waiting to be sorted, washed, and folded. You could spend hours down there in the basement surrounded by the scent of detergent and fabric softener."

Paula’s eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and dominance as she continues to spin her web of tasks, each one designed to keep Mason on his toes and under her control. She circles him like a predator, her voice laced with a seductive rhythm that makes each chore sound almost enticing in its own twisted way.

"If you’ll be down there anyway…" she murmurs, her tone dripping with false innocence. "The basement, It's a mess down there too, way worse than the garage. Boxes piled high, cobwebs in every corner. You could spend days sorting through it all, throwing out the junk and organizing what's left."

She pauses, her eyes locking onto his, savoring the way his eyes have began to water. "And speaking of junk, the attic needs your attention too. Who knows whats up there. It's been years since I set foot in that dusty old place."

"The kitchen cabinets need organizing. Everything is in disarray. And while you're at it, why don't you give the fridge a good clean? It's been ages since it's seen the inside of a sponge."

"And then there's the grocery shopping," she purrs, her fingers lightly tracing the collar of his T-shirt. "The pantry is almost bare, the fridge will be clean and ready”

"When every single one of those tasks is done, Mason," she says, her words slow and deliberate. "When the house is spotless, the garden is blooming, and the basement and attic are organized to perfection, then, and only then, will I consider giving you the keys."

His lips part, ready to form some sort of rebuttal. She giggles, pressing her index finger against his lips. “Shush!”

She shakes her head, signalling to accept his fate. The entire interaction sends a thrill through her. She can barely stand.

"It’ll definitely be a week at least, maybe even two!, who knows how long it might take, Mason?" her voice smooth and unyielding. "But think about it. It’ll all be because you threw a little tantrum over my fun!" his eyes dart around the room, his mind racing with the enormity of the tasks ahead.

Over the next week, Mason found himself ensnared in a whirlwind of chores, each one more tedious than the last. The days blur into a tortuous routine, each task taking longer than expected. But he trudged through the endless list. 

The house began to transform under his relentless attention, the once dirty windows now sparkling in the sunlight, the floors gleaming with a polish. The garden, once overrun with weeds, now boasts vibrant blooms and neatly trimmed hedges. The basement and attic, once chaotic and neglected, are now organized havens of order.

As aftenoon hits on the eighth day, Mason finally finished every task, no matter how gruelling or tedious, completed to his aunt's exacting standards. He has met every demand, every chore completed to perfection.

There were sleepless nights, taking a taxing amount of time to learn to sleep with the cage. He learnt to clean the cage, learnt how to use the bathroom with it. He could do everything other than bare the constant dull aching of denial, and the constant teasing remakes from his Aunt.

She became stricter, more demanding, more stern. Paula woke up every day with an overwhelming arousal. The fun, relaxed Auntie Paula grew into a dominant, cruel lady. She loved having her nephew helplessly obeying.

Now Paula enters the living room, Mason immediately informing her of his completion.

"One thing though, Mason." Her voice is soft, almost conversational, but the underlying threat is unmistakable. 

She knows exactly what she’s doing, a planned and rehearsed speech. "It’s been over a week since you last vacuumed the living room, my room, the entire house for that matter! And the bathroom, it’s starting to look a bit grimy again"

She walks over to the window, her finger tracing the bird excrement, then glancing out at the driveway. Her car, once gleaming, now bears a thin layer of dirt and a few errant leaves scattered across the hood. She turns back to him, her lips curve into a smug smile.

"My car is dirtier than before and I know you can see what’s on my window…”

Her gaze drifts back to Mason, teasing him with a never ending cycle of tasks. “Everything needs doing again… it needs doing more frequently. You do daily chores…I don’t want to do any of that!”

"I guess I’ve realized my mistake Mason!" she teases, her fingers tracing his jaw. "I like doing absolutely nothing whist you tirelessly do everything I want…"

She pauses, her eyes locking onto his, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Chores are daily, weekly, constant, Mason.”

“You’re going to have to keep doing these chores for me…” She leans over Mason, her lips almost brushing his, her voice dropping even lower. "And as for your little... predicament," she says, her fingers lightly brushing against his cage. 
"Chastity... Forever..."

Megan was revelling in her dominion. Her brother effectively muted, too afraid to speak. Alex just stood there with a panicked expression and a defeated stance. 

Megan’s lips spread into a mischievous smile.
“So the way I see it, I’m in charge!” Her legs crossing to help impose her authority. “For the next four days you’ll stay silent and keep doing as I say!”

Her slight pause troubled Alex. His strained mind frantically questioned whether her statement required a response. However he couldn’t bare give any sort of confirmation and he feared the repercussions of dismissing her.

“How does that sound?” She giggled, “gonna be doing whatever your big sister wants!”

Her unbearable teasing having quite the humiliating effect on her brother. Her fingers searched for the pamphlet once more. 

“What was it again? Waterproof!? Wireless charging?! Expertly designed locking mechanism?! Impossible to escape?!” her laughter sounding rather evil.

Her eyes sparkled with joy, her mind filled with ideas. “So actually I guess it doesn’t matter how it sounds! Does it? In fact I don’t think we need to discuss how these four are going to go! You’re just going to do what I say, aren’t you?” She watched him accept her words. 

She arose from his bed, walking with confidence as she reduced the space between them. She ruffled his hair and patted him like a puppy.

“You really fucked up! I’ve got a lot of plans for you!”

The more he sunk into his misery the more she glowed. 

“First you’re going to clean my car! Aren’t you?” She began nodding even before Alex, anticipating his obvious answer. 

His silence and pathetic nodding only strengthened her enthusiasm.

“Wow! This is too easy! I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve refused when I’ve asked you that before!”

Megan wanted to test him, see how far she could push her poor little brother. But it was already starting to become clear, he’d do anything.

“The keys are in the bowl by the door!” She produced a teasing giggle and a delighted smile as he slugged away.

“Don’t take too long, you’ve got a busy day!”

Alex tried to ignore her teasing but his predicament made it difficult. Feeling rather sorry for himself he dragged himself out to her car, dropping the bucket of soapy water at his feet. He paused briefly, combining a sigh and a whimper. Understanding the significance of this moment. Washing her car was simple, but it was so much more than that. It was submission and confirmation to Megan he would do as she demanded. 

His finger ran across the cars surface collecting a healthy layer of dirt, his continued sighing justified, this wouldn’t be a quick job. 

He feared this was very much the beginning of a nightmare, orchestrated by his own sister. He couldn’t refuse her demands and he couldn’t plead. Refusal meant his prison sentence would inevitably increase and his bargaining power was non existent. 

His misery and despair was a constant and an unpleasant distraction from his current task. Whilst he scrubbed and wiped his thoughts were solely elsewhere. Fixating upon the high possibility that cleaning her car would become a frequent occurrence. 

The colour and sparkle eventually returned to the vehicle, both inside and out. His sense of accomplishment quashed by the realisation he had to return to his sister.

Alex hauled himself to his sister’s room, plodding the car keys on her desk. 

“Oh finally, took your time. Lucky I don’t add another day!” Megan made sure he noticed her teasing wink.

She hopped up to the window, bouncing around at the sight of her dazzling car, her ass jiggling in her booty shorts. Her usual outfit suddenly seemed far more revealing and inappropriate than ever before.

“You did a great job!” Megan began looking around her room, “You can clean in here now!”

The cage was an emasculate fit, yet he could almost feel it tightening and vibrating whenever she teased or instructed him. Almost as if his body was reminding him that the cage was under her ownership.

Alex timidly nodded, moving to gather the cleaning supplies. Megan fell into her bed, loving her submissive brother.

“Hurry back maid!” Megan’s laughter ricocheting off the walls and finding Alex as he dug through the cupboard. 

She still couldn’t believe this was happening. Extremely effective blackmail basically handed to her on a plate. She was throughly appreciating the miracle bestowed upon her.

He hoovered, dusted, polished and tidied, all whilst Megan scrolled on her phone. Occasionally surveying the room keeping track of his progress. It took time and effort to restore her tip of a room.

“You’re quite the cleaner Alex!” Megan giggled taking in her rarely tidy room.

Alex held an old worn sock that had been lost amongst the mess, dropping it into the laundry basket would be the finishing touch.

“Wait!” Megan threw her hand out, freezing him in place. Her evil smile returned, “smell it!” 

Alex visibly recoiled. His hesitation obvious.

“Smell it or I’ll add another day!” Her eyebrow raised, expecting him to fold.

Alex groaned and quickly sniffed the stained cotton.

Megan rolled her eyes, taking the sock from him and pressing it into his nose.

“Breathe it in!” She giggled. “How does it smell little baby brother!” She teased and applied more pressure to the sock.

An evil idea crossed her mind. An act of ultimate humiliation. The ultimate act of sibling terror.

“You’re going to lick my feet!” Her smile sinister as he processed her whispered words. 

Alex couldn’t believe it.

“That’s right!” 

Alex watched in horror as she sat back on the bed, teasingly tugging at her white ankle socks. This was an escalation he didn’t expect, a clear indication of his bratty sister’s desire to abuse him. 

“You going to crawl over here? Or am I going to add some days?” She giggled. Relishing in his dread.

Alex fell to his knees like a wounded soldier, inching toward her wiggling toes. Megan brandishing the CyberCage app as incentive to be hasty. 

“You can consider this revenge for all the times you’ve insulted me!” She laughed.

The unmistakable aroma of a slightly sweaty foot dominated his senses as her leg stretched out. Alex took a deep breath as he prepared himself. Reassuring himself short term suffering would outweigh long term suffering. But he just couldn’t do it.

Megan scoffed, without a second thought tapping his imprisonment up to a full week.

“Did you forget that you don’t get a choice?”

Megan for a moment doubted her power. What if he wouldn’t do anything? What if this was too far? What if increasing the time wasn’t enough? Her face flickered with anxiety.

Alex hadn’t noticed his sister’s lapse of confidence. His head was pounding, the ramifications of his hesitation had been severe. He produced a single tear and a partnering whimper.  

Megan snapped back, the doubt evaporated immediately. Now invigorated and driven by desire to do what she really wanted…

“Should I make it two weeks?” She hissed. 

“Come on brother, lick your big sister’s feet!” No longer was she on the CyberCage app, her camera now pointed at him. 

Car washing and boring chores wasn’t enough, this was what she craved. Pure domination.

His tongue slowly moved upwards from her heel.
“That’s it, lick my feet clean!” 

Her spontaneous command had left them both in a state of shock, Megan was only now realising the gravity of the situation. Her own brother was licking her feet. He was licking her feet out of fear of an extended imprisonment. 

A little cleaning was wildly tame in comparison. Teasing and mocking had suddenly crossed into something much deeper. Megan salivated at the thought. 

“This is all on camera! Licking your sister’s feet! I could send this to anyone! Add days anyway! You can’t do anything about it!” Her cackling sent chills down Alex’s spine. 

Megan was feeling the adrenaline, finally she had pushed into the next gear. 

“You’re going to do this every single day I get home from the gym! Just because I know you hate it!”

For what to Alex felt like an eternity he knelt on her floor licking and kissing her alternating feet.

Her heart thumping through her skin as she imagined a lifetime of this princess treatment.

“I bet it’s so scary, knowing I can keep you like this forever if I wanted…”

Megan was revelling in her dominion. Appreciating the way she could seemingly effortlessly control him. His silence only strengthened her confidence, her brother effectively muted. 

“So the way I see it, I’m in charge!” Her legs crossing to help impose her authority.

Her slight pause troubled Alex. His strained mind frantically questioned whether her statement required a response. However he couldn’t bare give any sort of confirmation and he feared the repercussions of dismissing her.

Although, they of course both knew Megan was very much in control. In only a few minutes Alex had lost any hope of salvaging his predicament. He showed his desperation with his pleading and ultimately handed her the knowledge that whatever she says goes. 

Megan wanted to test him, see how far she could push her poor little brother. She hadn’t gone through the effort of downloading the CyberCage app not to have a little fun.

Her brief pause concluded, sparing Alex the stress of answering.

“So I think you’re going to clean my car! Aren’t you?” She began nodding even before Alex, anticipating his obvious answer. 

She rattled the keys, producing a teasing giggle and a delighted smile as he accepted them. 

“Don’t take too long, you’ve got a busy day!” 

Alex tried to ignore her teasing as he made his way out. Feeling rather sorry for himself whilst dragged himself out to her car, dropping the bucket of soapy water at his feet. His finger running across the cars surface collecting a healthy layer of dirt, his sigh justified, this wouldn’t be a quick job. 

He feared this was very much the beginning of a nightmare, orchestrated by his own sister. He couldn’t refuse her demands and he couldn’t bargain. Refusal meant his prison sentence would inevitably increase and his bargaining power was non existent. 

His misery and despair was a constant and an unpleasant distraction from his current task. Whilst he scrubbed and wiped his thoughts were solely elsewhere. Fixating upon the high possibility that cleaning her car would soon feel like a reward compared to other forms of punishment. 

The colour and sparkle eventually returned to the vehicle, both inside and out. His sense of accomplishment quashed by the realisation he had to return to his sister.

Alex hauled himself to his sister’s room, plodding the car keys on her desk. 

“Oh finally, took your time. Lucky I don’t add another day!” Megan made sure he noticed her teasing wink.

She hopped up to the window, bouncing around at the sight of her dazzling car, her ass jiggling in her booty shorts. Her usual outfit suddenly seemed far more revealing and inappropriate than ever before.

“You did a great job…” She started looking around her room, “You can clean in here now!”

Alex timidly nodded, moving to gather the cleaning supplies. Megan fell into her bed, loving her submissive brother.

“Hurry back maid!” Megan’s laughter ricocheting off the walls and finding Alex as he dug through the cupboard. 

She still couldn’t believe this was happening. Extremely effective blackmail basically handed to her on a plate. She was throughly appreciating the miracle bestowed upon her.

He hoovered, dusted, polished and tidied, all whilst Megan scrolled on her phone. Occasionally surveying the room keeping track of his progress. It took time and effort to restore her tip of a room.

“You’re quite the cleaner Alex!” Megan giggled taking in her rarely tidy room.

“What else could I make you clean?” She rubbed her chin jokingly.

Megan was admittedly stumped, but an evil idea crossed her mind. An act of ultimate humiliation. 
“You’re going to lick my feet clean!” Her smile sinister.

Arguably the most humiliating thing she could make him do. Sibling teasing pushed to its limits.

Alex couldn’t believe her words. Watching in horror as she teasingly tugged at her white ankle socks. This was an escalation he didn’t expect, a clear indication of his bratty sister’s desire to abuse him. 

“You going to crawl over here? Or am I going to add some days?” She giggled. Relishing in his dread.

Alex fell to his knees like a wounded soldier, inching toward her wiggling toes. Megan brandishing the CyberCage app as incentive to be hasty. 

The unmistakable aroma of a slightly sweaty foot dominated his senses as her leg stretched out.

“Was this what you imagined when buying this cage?” She giggled.

Alex took a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Megan bringing attention to her phone, “come on brother, lick your big sister’s feet!” No longer was she on the CyberCage app, her camera now pointed at him. 

His tongue slowly moved upwards from her heel.
“That’s it, lick my feet clean!” 

Her spontaneous command had left them both in a state of shock, Megan was only now realising the gravity of the situation. Her own brother was licking her feet. He was licking her feet out of fear of an extended imprisonment. 

A little cleaning was wildly tame in comparison. Teasing and mocking had suddenly crossed into something much deeper. Megan salivated at the thought. 

For what to Alex felt like an eternity he knelt on her floor licking and kissing her alternating feet. Megan had stopped recording a while ago, now engaged with something else on her phone. 

Her heart thumping through her skin as she prepared to announce her next escalation. Alex submitting to her feet assuring her she could continue to escalate her actions and reap the benefits.

“I’ve just done a little clothes shopping and you’re going to pay for everything!” Her lips retracted, her face hardened. “Aren’t you?” Her tone commanding, switching from teasing to serious in a flash.

Alex felt the shift in her demeanour. The weight of his situation seemed to become almost unbearable. He fought back tears, nodding whist his mind ran astray. Coming to terms with this nightmare wasn’t possible. 

Megan paused, allowing them to sit in this atmosphere. Secretly fighting her own battle, managing the thrill she felt. Her eyes softened and her laughter returned, amused by the lack of fight he puts up. 

“Get your wallet, back sucking my toes in 20 seconds or…!” She giggled, “well you know what will happen!”

Her body vibrating with excitement as Alex disappeared to his room, returning in a flash.

“Ready to start paying for my shopping!” Megan opened his wallet laughing, Alex’s mouth already around one of her titanium white painted toes. “Oh what’s this?” 

Alex laid powerless and spiralling as Megan pulled out £160 in cash. “Not a bad start..” she folded the notes tucking the bundle into her cleavage. 

She took the card and threw the empty wallet on the floor. Alex’s eyes glancing at it briefly. 

“Are you ready brother?” Her laughter was evil as she inserted his card details into the website. 

“And just like that £1,200… gone!” Megan’s ‘excitement’ almost overwhelming. She let out a soft pleasurable moan that was dwarfed by Alex’s whimper.

“£1,200 just because I downloaded an app!” She paused, feeling her arousal growing. 

She began to get lost. Her mind running,“I spent £1,200 of your money whilst you licked my fucking feet!” Her tormenting and laughing loud enough to be heard out on the street.

“You’re actually so fucking pathetic!” Her tone suggesting that was more a comment reflecting her disbelief of how much control she had rather than trying to insult him. Which to Alex felt worse.

“How much do you get paid?” She raised an eyebrow.

“About.. £2,800” Alex murmured from the floor.

Megan cackled and grunted, “I almost spent your half your monthly pay! This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me!”

She began thinking of further ways to increase the severity of her dominance. Ways to push him deeper into an inescapable hole.

“I bet it’s so scary, knowing I can keep you like this forever if I wanted…”

‘For the weakest slaves that lose the battle of commitment and temptation. Failing due to urges and desire, chastity is always a challenge. With solo chastity it’s simply too easy to use a spare key and escape your cage. Well CyberCage is here’

Alex nodded, relating all too well with the struggles of temptation.

‘CyberCage is a formidable chastity cage optimised  with the best features. Your CyberCage controller can lock you up wherever they are, or you can use timer mode for solo play, all with the CyberCage app.’

A timer mode was exactly what he was looking for.

‘It’s completely waterproof and easy drying with wireless charging you can wear it, charge it and NEVER have to take it off.’

Perfect, finally he could wear it through the day with comfort.

‘Made with hard, long-lasting polycarbonate and an expertly designed locking mechanism escape is impossible.’

Alex didn’t have to read any further, he was more than sold. With a couple of clicks the cage was on route. This truly was the next step in chastity, the next step in his exploration. A big step for such an amateur, an amateur who wasn’t afraid to spend big if it meant receiving the best on the market. 

He was already building expectations.

A mere three days later his most anticipated adventure was set to begin, his discrete package had arrived. He flew up the stairs, thudding and crashing into his room in a distorted blur. Ripping the box apart like an animal before his door even closed. The remnants were scattered across the room, bubble wrap, cardboard and random pamphlets . 

He bundled up his new cage and scurried away to the bathroom for guaranteed privacy whilst setting up his new toy. 

It was proving more fiddly than anticipated, his ‘excitement’ certainly wasn’t helping. 

Unknowingly to Alex he had caused quite the commotion. In his eagerness to return to his room he disturbed the silent house. Peeking the interest of Megan.

Megan curiously investigated the commotion. Slipping into his room only to find the scene he left behind. 

Whilst Alex was trying to distract his mind Megan retrieved a pamphlet from amongst the rubble, flipping it to see ‘CyberCage!’

“What the fuck!” Megan almost chocked on her surprise.

Megan continued scanning the catchy selling points that lured in her brother. As she read more her eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and shock. 

“There’s no way…” she whispered, still trying to overcome her initial shock. Clenching the pamphlet she read on.

Slowly she trickled into excitement, her thoughts twisted and evil.

‘Your CyberCage controller can lock you up wherever they are, or you can use timer mode for solo play, all with the CyberCage app.’

“Holy shit..” she whispered.

Her eyes narrowed, a devilish smile growing as she gazed upon the CyberCage login details.

‘Set your CyberCage app up with the below details:
Login ID- 4585573
Password- 245-831-793-470
You’ll be prompted to change these upon login’

Megan’s heart was racing, adrenaline driving her to taking the opportunity of a lifetime. She quickly fumbled to install the CyberCage app. Rushing to reset password.

 ‘Success!’

The app appeared operational much to her delight. She familiarised herself with every section, building a plan.

Meanwhile Alex had finally finished fumbling with the cage, he managed to suppress himself just enough to slide the it on. Completely unaware of his sister’s actions.  Eventually the CyberCage was secured. Instantly it whirred and clicked. 

“Huh?” 

Alex pulled on the cage expecting it to come apart. Much to his confusion and as the whirring suggested, it was locked.

During his research Alex read that the cage wouldn’t lock unless the app had been connected and configured. Something he hadn’t done yet.

Megan busy navigating the app was automatically redirected to a previously inaccessible area. 

‘Congratulations! Your CyberCage is connected, locked and ready to go!’

She looked around, both the cage and her brother were absent. Her heart pounded as she pieced it together. Her body pulsating in a cocktail of nerves, arousal and excitement. She realised what had just happened. 

Alex groaned, frustrated that the setup was proving less than smooth. Despite his best efforts the cage wasn’t coming off, it was definitely locked. He retreated to his bedroom, planning to install the app. 

Alex froze. His world collapsing around him as he saw his sister smiling with fake innocence from his bed, the CyberCage pamphlet in hand. 

“What is this then?” She wiggled the paper, laughing as the colour drained from his face.

Alex’s heart was now the one racing, his head spinning as he drowned in embarrassment. Mortified that Megan had discovered his ‘secret’. Regretting the fact he left his packaging out. 

“It’s err nothing” Alex’s body going into self defence mode, his delivery of his lie almost robotic.

Megan scoffed, rolling her eyes back to the pamphlet.

“The CyberCage battery lasts up to 12 months! And wireless charging means it never has to come off!” Her playful voice riddled with a sinister tone.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing…” she teased. 

She held out the pamphlet that he had overlooked, “User Manual - Complete documentation, making getting started a breeze! And let me tell you, it really was a breeze! You seriously ordered this? Are you wearing it?” Her head tilted awaiting an answer.

Alex could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. His temperature rising and the weight of his embarrassment making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t build a believable response, but by instinct he tried to save himself.

“No… urgh…I” he eked out a rather unconvincing few words.

“Are you sure?” Megan waggled her phone for his attention. 

Alex wiped his face, trying desperately to compose himself. He faintly nodded.

Megan bounced up, her body moving beneath her tight tube top and booty shorts. Her wicked eyes never leaving his. Her approach teeming with new found confidence and authority. She circled him, her perfume a sweet aroma in a sour situation. She turned her screen for his viewing pleasure.
The timer on screen read ‘1 day(s) remaining’ Megan tapped the plus sign causing the time remaining to jump to 2. She moved to do it again.

Alex was flustered and desperate, “No! Stop! … I’m wearing it…”

Megan giggled, her free hand tracing his jaw. “You’re not just a pervert you’re a liar too, huh?” Megan evilly cackled, “I think you deserve another day for lying!” She tapped the screen again, giving her brother an evil wink as he whimpered. 

It dawned on him that this situation was far worse than he first thought.

“Megan I-“ 

Her manicured finger pressed against his lips.
“Shhh”

“Want me to keep adding days?” Her voice oozing with power. 

Alex murmured a pathetic no from his smushed lips.

“Then stay silent and do as I say, understand?” Megan already knew his answer, he didn’t have a choice. 

Alex shamefully nodded, fully aware he was in absolutely no position to argue. 

“Good!” She exaggerated another tap of the screen. Her brother’s misery making her buzz. 

Megan fell back to the edge of his bed, perching on the end.

“I think I’m going to prefer you like this!” she produced a toothy grin.

“And I think we should discuss how these next four days are going to go…”