I was 29 years old and visiting a friend in Dallas for about a week. My friend was called away on business overnight and I was left to my own devices. Bored, I went down to a small neighborhood bar. There were two people in the bar when I when I walked into the bar about 4 PM, the bartender and an old-timer who was sitting at the end of the bar. The guy at the bar looked like he’d been there for a while. I took a stool in the middle of the bar and ordered a draft beer.
About a half-way through my beer, an older woman, perhaps in her forties, walked in, and she took a seat at the end of the bar, at the opposite end from the old-timer. I tried not to stare, but as I studied her side-eyed, it was obvious that she was strikingly beautiful. Maybe 5’2” or 4”, she was slim and had short black hair that was in what I think is called a pixie cut. She seemed out of place in the low-brow place.
The woman ordered a drink. When it arrived, I was surprised that the bartender sat the drink down next to me. The woman got up and followed the drink. As she approached me, I turned my stool to face her. When she stopped in front of me, she was so close that she was practically standing between my spread legs. Her voice was sexy, “Do you mind if I join you?” I motioned to the stool next to me and said, “Please do.” She scooted the stool even closer to me and when she sat down, her crossed legs were still between mine. She introduced herself as Jennifer and asked me what my name was. I told her my name was Jack, even though it is really Daniel.
Now that Jennifer was close, I could see my original assessment was spot on. She was gorgeous. Her clothing was simple, but sexy, a white silk blouse, short black skirt, and black heals. Her breasts were large for her petite frame, and she was proud of them as she wasn’t wearing a bra. Jennifer put her feet on the metal ring that circled the bottom of my stool and rocked her legs back and forth as she talked, forcing my legs further apart. The topics of our conversation largely focused on me, why I was in Dallas, where I was staying while here, where I lived, and if I had a girlfriend. When I tried to shift the conversation to learn more about her, she always found a way of redirecting the conversation to focus on me.
Twenty of thirty minutes into our conversation, she put her hand on my thigh. A few minutes later she had leaned forward and moved her hand towards my crotch. Squeezing the bulge gently, Jennifer asked if I had any plans for this evening. By now she had me hooked. I told her I did not and asked her what she had in mind, as if I didn’t know exactly what she wanted. “Take me back to your place.”
I explained that I was staying at a friend’s house. She smiled as I explained he was out of town for the night. I asked for the tab, paid for the drinks, and told her my friend’s house was within walking distance. It was about 6:15 when I unlocked the door. As soon as we were inside, she took her blouse off to expose her breasts and asked me if the place had a bar. I pointed out my friend’s liquor cabinet and she offered to make us some drinks. I used the opportunity to go tidy up my bedroom.
When I returned, Jennifer was sitting naked on the couch sipping her drink. Her legs were spread apart invitingly. She suggested I was overdressed. I stripped in front of her, then she handed me the drink she had made for me. I took a seat in a chair across from her. As we sipped our drinks, we talked about sex. She wanted to know what I was into. Not wanting to scare her off, I gave a list of vanilla activities like kissing, fucking, and eating pussy. She asked me provocatively if I enjoyed assfucking. I told her that I did. Asking her about her sexual preferences, she said, “I have kinky interests.” I asked for more detail, but she said she would rather show me. When we were almost done with our drinks, I started feeling dizzy. I said, “Strange, I feel drunk but have only had a couple of drinks.”
I woke up naked, slouching in the chair. Light was pouring through the windows. It was morning. I was still dopey, and it took me a moment to realize there was a foreign object in my lap. There was a metal chastity device covering my penis. I stood up weaving and made my way around the house looking for Jennifer. I was alone in the apartment. Panicking, I tried to pull the cock cage off, but it would not budge. I sat down and tried to gather my wits. What the fuck was I going to do? I didn’t know Jennifer’s full name, or even if that was her real name. I didn’t know where she lived or what kind of car she drove. I knew almost nothing about her.
Thinking she might be a regular at the bar, I got dressed and walked down to the bar, but it was only 9 in. the morning and the bar did not open until 10. I saw a coffee shop across the street and decided to wait there for the bar to open. I took a seat by the window so I could keep an eye on the bar. At 9:53 I saw the lights come on at the bar, so I paid my bill and walked across the street. The only person in the bar was the bartender. He was busy behind the counter setting up the bar for the day. It was the same man who had served me the day before.
I made up a story. “Hi, remember me?” “Sure, what can I get you?” “Actually, I am looking for some information.” “What information is that, buddy?” “Remember the person I was with yesterday?” “Yup. She was hot. Saw you take her home” “You see, the woman left something at my place. Unfortunately, I do not know where she lives. Is she a regular here?” “Nope, have never seen her before.” I thought to myself I am screwed as I walked back to the apartment.
About half-way to the apartment, I received a phone call from a blocked number. I recognized Jennifer’s voice, “Hello, Daniel.” She knew my real name. “What do you think about my kink?” I was speechless, but managed to spit out “How did you find me?” “I looked at your wallet after you went to sleep.” I had two questions, “Did you drug me? How do I get this thing off?” Jennifer, if that is her real name, only answered the second question, “Patience is a virtue, Daniel. You’re going to wear the cage for a while.” With a trembling voice I asked how long and she said, “Meet me at the same bar you picked me up at one year from today, Daniel, and I will give you the key.” She then hung up.