My head spins. The cage is restrictive but my cock is as hard as it can be in it. I want nothing more than to cum right now but I know that won't be happening.

She catches her breath. Pulls her dress down and we walk back to the bar to grab one final drink for the night.

The barmaid chuckles "Come back have we?" as we walk back in, I wonder if she knew what happened in that alleyway?

I can't keep my hands off her. My fingers find their way inside her again.

We catch sight of a group of people walking towards us, so we quickly straighten up and walk on.

We find a more secluded spot down an alley way.

She lifts up her dress some more and grabs my hand, forces it between her legs.

She's breathing heavily, between the kisses and gasps we share the same air.

"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop" she orders me, my fingers feel her clenching, I feel her legs shake and she digs her nails deep into my neck as she shivers with an orgasm.

She pulls my hand out from between her legs and sucks my fingers, then kisses me, grabs my cage and tells me "if you're that good with your hands you clearly don't need your cock then do you?"

She pulls my head back and stares at me, not breaking eye contact as my fingers find my way to her pussy. She is soaking wet and she gasps and digs her nails into my neck.

Thankfully the sofa is fairly private, it's a Monday night so the bar isn't busy and apart from the bartender and a professional looking couple on the other side of the bar we're the only ones here.

Her other hand grabs at my crotch. I don't feel a thing. The cage stops me from feeling her grip but my fingers slide deeper inside her instinctively.

"Taste me" she whispers.

I pull my fingers out and taste her juices from them. She is delicious. My fingers have barely left my mouth before she kisses me again, her tongue wrestling with mine.

"It's warm in here, shall we take a walk?" she suggests.

We stroll down a couple of streets and find a quiet spot. She backs up to a wall and pulls me in for a kiss.

I've barely touched myself and the first edge hits me. Catching me completely off guard I have to let go and stop quickly. I've barely come down from the edge before I'm stroking again, trying to approach the second edge with more caution, to draw it out longer as I'm desperate to hold on to the feeling of touching myself for as long as I can.

The second edge is much more predictable and I edge a third time by holding myself on the edge for what feels like an eternity.

I gather myself, and return to the sofa. Handing her back the key and she immediately kisses me. Deeply. Passionately.

I notice that her skirt is lifted slightly higher than when I left for the bathroom. My hand slides up her thigh and under the skirt.

"Good boy" she says under her breath while kissing me.

The world comes back to me slowly and she stares at me before moving closer to kiss me. She runs her stiletto nails through the back of my hair and down my neck as she does so.

Game over. My weakness exploited.

It's a one-sided kiss. She is kissing me. I am unable to think or move to return it really.

She pulls away and I am frozen in place. I open my eyes and it takes seconds for the world to come back into focus.

"Welcome back" she says. "Now, you said you wanted more edges, do you think you're able to do that for me now?"

I nod. She hands me the key, kisses me again and as she pulls away she tells me that she expects 3 edges this time. One after the other.

I head to the bathroom, walking slowly as the feeling of her nails down my neck still hasn't quite left me.

Once in the stall, I unlock the cage and there's even more of a mess of precum in it than before.

We eat, and chat more, conversation on non kinky topics distracts me from the leaking sticky mess of precum that's filling the cage for the evening.

Dinner is delicious, and we decide to take a walk to a nearby bar where we can sit and talk more.

We find a sofa in the bar and make ourselves comfortable. I order us some drinks, and she drapes herself over me. We talk and she traces patterns on my forearm with her stiletto nails. The touch is electric and I get goosebumps. I have to stop myself from dropping because the sensation is overpowering.

I don't notice the drinks arriving at the table, I am too entranced by her touch and the world is fuzzy.

"Oh you really weren't lying when you said that you're reactive to touch, were you? Oh these nails were well worth the money."

"I've edged for you Goddess" I text her. "Already?! Oh my what a desperate man you are, would you like another edge?" she replies.

"Please, please let me edge for you again Goddess."

"Maybe later, for now I want you desperate and needy. Cage yourself and come back, the food is here."

I struggle to get the small, restrictive cage back onto my hard cock, but I manage it. I straighten my clothes, wash my hands, splash water on my face and dry off. I head back to the table and she watches me walk across the restaurant, smirking at me the whole time.

I hand her the key and thank her.

"You're welcome, and you're so obedient. I'm going to make very good use of you later." she says with a grin.

"Yes Goddess, whatever you wish." - the words stumble out of my mouth as I'm unable to think straight.

I leave for the bathroom, and as I get to the door my phone buzzes. It's her. She's sent me a picture she took when she was getting dressed for the date. She's wearing crotchless underwear and the text that accompanies the picture says "I thought you'd appreciate seeing what I chose to wear underneath, considering you've been staring so much so far I thought this might help."

I scramble to get into a bathroom stall. My cock is throbbing and knowing that I'll be able to touch myself, even if I can't cum, is delightful.

I remove the cage and the mess of precum that's been leaking out of me makes my hands sticky. I take a picture and send it to her.

"Oh my, what a messy thing you are, and I haven't even touched you. Just imagine the mess I could make if I decided to touch that cock of yours."

Less than a minute and I'm at the edge. I desperately want to continue but I don't. I stop like I was told.