**”Stall Control”**

I should have known better than to challenge her. But when Jess smirked and said, *“You wouldn’t last ten seconds inside me,”* in that cocky, teasing voice, my dumb pride kicked in. Now here we were, wedged into a grimy bar bathroom stall, the bass from the club outside thumping through the walls, while she held all the power—literally.

Jess was a goddess in black vinyl, her curves barely contained by the dress that hugged every inch of her. She leaned against the door, one spiked heel propped on the toilet seat, boxing me in. Her fingers toyed with the chastity cage locked around my dick, the metal cold and humiliatingly tight. *“Still think you’re big enough to fuck me?”* she purred, her free hand slipping under her skirt.

I groaned when I saw her fingers slide over her pussy, already glistening. *“No,”* I admitted, helpless, my cock straining uselessly against the cage.

*“Good boy.”* She hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to watch as she rubbed slow circles around her clit. Her breath hitched, lips parting, and my mouth watered at the sight. *“You wanna taste?”*

I nodded like a desperate puppy. Jess laughed, then yanked me down by my hair.

The second my tongue touched her, she moaned, grinding against my face. *“Fuck yeah, just like that.”* Her pussy was warm, sticky-sweet, and I lapped at her like I was starving. She rocked her hips, riding my mouth while her fingers tangled in my hair, keeping me right where she wanted me. *“Pathetic,”* she sighed, voice dripping with amusement. *“You’re better at this than fucking anyway.”*

I whined, half from humiliation, half from how hard my caged dick throbbed. I could hear the wet sounds of my tongue working her clit, her thighs trembling around my ears.

Then she pulled away, leaving me panting. *“Stand up.”* I obeyed, and her fingers wrapped around the cage, giving it a cruel little squeeze. *“Look at you. All locked up, dripping for me like a leaky faucet.”* She licked her lips, watching a bead of precum escape the bars. *“So fucking cute.”*

Her other hand shoved my pants down, exposing my useless little dicklet, trapped and aching. I was mortified—and so fucking turned on I could barely think.

*“Tell me,”* Jess whispered, pressing her body against mine, her tits spilling out of her dress. *“How bad do you wanna be inside me?”*

*“So bad,”* I choked out.

*“Too bad.”* She smirked, reaching back to pull a small vibrator from her purse. My stomach dropped when I saw it. *“Since you can’t fuck me… this will.”*

She lifted her skirt, pressed the toy to her pussy, and turned it on. The buzzing filled the stall, and she let out a filthy moan, eyes locked on me. *“Watch,”* she commanded.

I did. I watched her fuck herself with it, her legs shaking, her free hand pinching her nipple through the vinyl. Her moans got louder, her thighs squeezing around the vibrator as she got closer. *“You’d… nngh… cum in two strokes,”* she taunted, breathless. *“But I’m gonna take my time…”*

I whimpered, my caged dick twitching pathetically.

When she came, it was with a sharp cry, her body shuddering. She pulled the toy out, glistening with her juices, and held it up to my lips. *“Clean it.”*

I opened my mouth obediently, tasting her as she dragged the vibrator over my tongue.

*“Good boy,”* she cooed, patting my cheek. Then she straightened her dress and unlocked the stall. *“Now stay here and think about how you’ll never get to fuck me.”*

And just like that, she was gone—leaving me locked, leaking, and completely at her mercy.

Fuck, I loved her.