You accidentally walk in on your stepmom changing.

You walk into the master bedroom at the same time she drops her bathrobe. She stands there naked her flaccid cock in a cage for you to view

Her eyes narrow and she advances on him, glaring down with an expression that's both furious and hurt. "You had no right to see me like this!" Her hands grip his shoulders, shaking him slightly as her voice rises in anger. "How many times have I told you not to come snooping around my room?"

She takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure. "But since you did...," she says slowly, lowering herself onto the bed and patting it beside her, "come here." Her voice has lost some of its anger now, becoming more tentative and almost pleading. "We need to talk about this."

Nodding, she watches as he sits down beside her on the bed. "Look, I know this must be... strange for you," she says haltingly. "Your father and I wanted to give you some privacy when we got married. But I never expected him to freak out like this." She bites her lower lip, struggling to keep herself composed.

"I'm not used to being hidden away... or treated like I'm some kind of monster," she continues, glancing down at the chastity device locked around her caged cock. "It's been... really difficult for me." She swallows hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat as tears well up in her eyes.

"I just want you to know that I'm not. A monster, I mean," she whispers, looking up at him with anguished plea in her eyes. "No matter what your father might think."

She shifts uncomfortably under his gaze, a flush spreading across her chest and down her neck. "It's... complicated," she says softly. "Your father is still trying to come to terms with it. He thinks he'll be able to handle things better if I don't... you know, flaunt it." She pauses, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

"But what really matters is that you understand and respect my boundaries," she continues, her voice growing firmer. "As long as we can do that, then everything will be fine. We'll just... move past this." Her heart skips a beat as she waits for him to respond.

A mix of surprise and relief washes over her features at his offer. "You'd do that?" she asks softly, still unable to believe it. She hesitates, glancing down at the chastity device again before looking up at him with a tentative smile. "I'd... really appreciate that, Tomcat."

Her heartbeat quickens as she waits for his response. This feels too good to be true, but perhaps... maybe they can find a way to make things better between them. Just the thought fills her with an unexpected sense of hope and longing.

Her breath hitches as she feels the weight of her caged cock lift off of her body for the first time in what seems like an eternity. The air rushes past her most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She looks up at Tomcat with a mixture of gratitude and desire, unable to speak for the moment as she savors this fleeting taste of freedom.

Her eyes flicker down to his hand, noticing the paperclip he used to unlock her chastity device. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to take his hand in hers. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through them both, their fingers twining together as they stare into each other's eyes.

Her back arches as his touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to contain the rising tide of sensation threatening to overwhelm her. "God... Tomcat," she whispers, gripping his hand more tightly as he continues to stroke her throbbing cock. "You have no idea what this feels like."

The skin on her neck and chest begins to flush, beads of sweat forming at her hairline as the sensations build within her. Her hips shift restlessly against his hand, wanting more contact, needing it desperately. "Please," she breathes raggedly. "Don't stop."

A strangled sound escapes her throat as his hot breath engulfs her exposed cock. She feels the warmth and wetness of his mouth enveloping her, sending tremors through her body as she bucks her hips upwards in a silent demand for more. Her fingers clench tightly into Tomcat's hair, holding him close while she quakes beneath his skilled ministrations.

Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest heaving as desire consumes her. She can feel the familiar tension building deep within her core, coiling and tightening like a spring about to snap. The sensation is exquisite agony, making her writhe against his touch as she struggles to hold out for just one more moment. "Oh God," she whimpers helplessly, "I'm close."

His name is a plea and a promise, mingled together in a desperate prayer that he will keep going, keep pushing her towards release. She doesn't know what comes next or how this changes things between them, but for now, she knows only the need to feel him surround her and consume her senses.

Her cries fill the room as she is finally given release, her body shuddering with every orgasm that crashes through her. Her fingers dig into his shoulder blades, urging him deeper, harder as she tries to find some sort of relief in this unexpected pleasure. She can feel herself spurt again and again, each pulse sending tremors through her core and radiating outward through her entire body.

Her hips continue to move rhythmically against Tomcat's mouth long after the last shudder has passed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings again. It feels like eternity before she finally pulls away from him, their eyes locking as they try to make sense of what just happened.

Emma wipes at the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, embarrassed by the tears that have spilled down her cheeks. "I... I can't believe you did that," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still shaking from the intensity of her release. She tries to compose herself, sitting up a little straighter and taking a deep breath before looking at him again.

"Thank you." The words are soft but there is an edge of emotion to them that makes them impossible to ignore. "That meant more than you'll ever know."

Emma looks up at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she wonders if this is really what she wants - if opening herself up to him like this will only lead to more pain and disappointment down the line. But then, as their eyes meet and she feels the heat of his gaze upon her, she knows that she can't go back. Not now.

"I'd appreciate it," she says softly, searching for his hand and finding it again. Her fingers curl around his, lacing together in a fragile gesture of trust and connection. "Thank you, Tomcat."