That Friday I picked Patty up after work. We had decided to leave as soon as feasible for Sue’s Farm and stop for a quick dinner at a drive through along the way.

As soon as she got into my car, the worries I had felt the days before disappeared. She looked happy. She was looking forward to this weekend as much as I was. The first thing she asked me when she got in the car was if I hadn’t forgotten the box with toys that had been delivered to my house. When I said it was on the back seat she quickly checked if it was unopened and when she confirmed that, I got a “Good perv” from her. She seemed genuinely looking forward to us opening it together, for us to play with our new toys together, for us to hang out the next couple of days together and it totally eased my mind.

During the drive we were just Patty and Conrad again, chatting and laughing, sharing stupid little details of ours lives. It was fun.

When we arrived a little before 9 it had become dark out already. With summer slowly ending, the days were getting shorter and the temperatures were slowly dropping, although the weather forecast for the next few days looked good.

We walked up to the fairytale like house, carrying our luggage, and the front door opened before we even got there. Eve appeared in the porchlight and we smiled when we noticed her outfit. She was wearing a blue onesie with a large, white heart on her chest. It went great with her blue hair, her blue eyes and her large, happy smile.

“Hi!” she said as we approached. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“Aw, you look so cute!” Patty said.

Eve grinned as she put her hands in the pockets of her onesie and moved the roomy thing around. “Thanks! I love onesies,” she giggled. “They may not be sexy, but they feel good, so I love putting them on whenever I have a lazy night.”

“I think it looks very sexy,” I said, half joking, but half serious. I loved her homey looks, it had a fun loving and intimate feel to it that I really liked. I also thought if she was naked under it and how the soft fabric on her skin made her feel.

“Stop perving at the cute hot girl,” Patty said, teasingly.

Eve giggled. Then she stepped into her shoes and stepped outside, still cheerfully smiling. “Come, I’ll show you your room,” she said as she started heading towards the barn. “Sue retired to her quarters already, she had a really long flight today and she came home a little jetlagged and tired. She was sorry she won’t be here to greet you today, but she’ll be up early tomorrow morning.”

Eve led the way towards the barn, but instead of entering through the little door at the front, she led us over a sparsely lit path on the right, towards a door in the middle of the long building. There we entered and went up the stairs.

“You’ll be our only guests tonight and we got you the room closest to the stairs,” Eve said as she led the way up. “It’s a little bigger than the other rooms.”

I peeked at her butt in her baggy outfit as she climbed the stairs right in front of me.

When we reached the second floor, we saw Rick was vacuuming the hallway.

“Conrad, Patty, how good to see you again,” he said cheerfully, “Don’t worry, I’ll be done in a minute.”

We greeted him and followed Eve through the door directly across the stairs. She flipped on the lights as she entered and showed us the room. It was just like the room we had seen on our tour. It may have been a little bit bigger, but not by much. The large bed had black coverings on them, there were fresh flowers on the little table and there was a leather clad spanking bench in the corner.

“Here’s your room,” Eve said. “There are fresh towels and robes in the bathroom and there’s beer, wine and soda in the fridge.” She opened the little fridge next to the closet to show us. “Tonight there won’t be anything interesting going on around here. Please feel free to hang out in the main room downstairs and use the bar, but please don’t use the heavy equipment yet without one of us around. Some of the things down there can kill you if you’re not careful,” she said, chuckling at her overstatement, but we got the message. Don’t mess with the dangerous toys unsupervised. “Except for this bench, of course,” Eve said, pointing at the spanking bench as she winked at us. “You can do whatever you want with that.”

Rick stepped inside the room. “There is an intercom next to the door if you need anything. We’ll be up until 11 probably, after that you’re on your own,” he said, smiling his heartly smile. “Tomorrow morning after 8 you can contact us through the intercom to see if Sue is up or to get some breakfast delivered to your room.”

We thanked them for their excellent service and said our goodbyes. As Eve closed the door, she peeked through the gab and playfully and teasingly said: “Have fun!” before closing it.

Patty and I smiled at each other.

“Do you like the room?” I asked her.

“Sure, it’s nice,” she said. “You’ll have to sleep in my bed though.”

“Yeah, it seems so. Do you mind?”

“No, not as long as your keep your cage on and your hands off,” she said. “And if you can’t keep your hands off, well, there seem to be enough points to tie your hands to on the bed frame.” She grinned naughtily at me. Then she said: “Go strip Conrad.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said. Just before I went into the bathroom to take off my clothes, Patty held out the grey bag with my cuffs in them and theatrically cleared her throat. I grinned at her and took the bag with me.

When I got out of the bathroom, naked and wearing my Patty’s Perv collar and cuffs, Patty had changed her clothes into tight, grey yoga pants and a white T-shirt. She was sitting on the bed with her legs folded beneath her and the large box with our ordered toys right in front of her, still sealed with tape. She smiled at me, looking like a girl next door that had a secret box of candy.

“Wanna open it?” she asked.

“Of course!” I said.

I wanted to go sit next to her, but she said: “No perv, sit over there,” as she pointed to the spot on the bed across from her.

“Yes ma’am,” I said and sat where she pointed, folding my legs as well. My cock woke up. I liked being controlled by her and the prospect of opening up the box with sex toys with her excited me.

Patty tore the tape with the nail of her thumb and then forcefully ripped open the cardboard box. She put her hand in and pulled out the first item.

“It’s my whip!” she said, looking at the black item in the see through plastic bag. She opened the bag and took it out. The odor of leather filled the room immediately.

“Isn’t it called a flogger?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said as she straightened the folded strands. “What’s the difference?”

“I believe it’s called a flogger if it has a lot of strands and a whip if it just has a few or one.”

“Then it’s probably a flogger,” she said, running her hand through the leather strands. She picked up the empty bag and read the label. “Yes, it says flogger here.”

I watched the girl next door study the kinky toy. It looked a little weird to see her handle it, but the image did represent our friendship well, I wondered. A very ordinary looking girl with an amazing ass in tight yoga pants, holding a flogger without knowing the right term for it, but being really interested in it, while grinning from ear to ear. I felt so much love for her as she sat there.

“We’ll play with this later,” she said as she put it down next to her. “I need more practice first anyway.”

She put her hand into the box again and pulled out a black plastic bag. She tore it open and looked inside.

“Ah, it’s your metal cage,” she said as she pulled out the shiny, metal cage. “It’s heavy.” Then she opened the smaller bag holding the leather straps. Together we figured out how to connect the straps to the ring.

“It looks great,” she said. Then she looked at me, saying: “Get up, come over here.”

I stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. Patty got up to take the keys of my cage from her jeans and then she sat on the edge of the bed, right in front of me. She unlocked the cage and took it off. I loved it when she took it off for me, and so did my cock. She clearly got the hang of taking my cage off, because she expertly worked my half hard cock and balls through the ring. I watched her opening the metal cage, her face just a foot away from my temporarily freed penis.

I wanted to take the cage from her, since she had never put one on herself, but she said: “No, I want to do it.”

So I watched her as she put my balls through the ring and wrestled my still hardening cock down to force it through. She forced the head through the ring and then she roughly pulled the rest of my cock through with her fingers. My cock got rock hard by her manhandling it and the feel of the hard, tight, cold metal ring around my junk. Patty carefully pulled all skin through the ring, as I has shown her before, before wrapping the leather strap around my hips and buckling it shut on my left hip.

“Is the strap tight enough? Or too tight maybe?” she asked.

I felt it and checked to position of the ring, but it seemed okay.

“You do seem to like it,” she giggled and poked my pulsating cock with one finger.

I chuckled.

Then she took the cage and held my cock with one hand, trying to put the cage over my cockhead, but my dick was simply to hard. She turned and twisted the cage and tried using more force, but it wouldn’t go into the tight, cold cage. And her manhandling my hard cock didn’t help to make my cock go softer.

“It doesn’t fit,” she said as she tried to force the cold metal cage onto my cockhead again. I grunted since it actually hurt.

“It will fit, this cage is the same size as the other one. My cock is just too big.”

She chuckled. “It’s not really that big Conrad,” she said. “You mean it’s too hard.”

“Err, yes, that’s what I meant,” I said, feeling the burn a little.

“Well, waiting for it to go down will take forever,” she said.

“I could wait it out in the bathroom and put the cage on myself,” I suggested. “You can then lock it yourself if you want.”

“No, I want to put it on,” she said determined. She wondered about it for a second. Then she put the box with unopened packages on the floor and said: “I think I know what to do. Lay down on your back.”

She got off the bed and I did as she told. Patty meanwhile took a bottle of lube from the grey back.

“Pull your knees up,” she said as she got back on the bed. As I pulled them up, she sat close to my ass. Then she lubed up her fingers and started rubbing my asshole. I felt a finger poke at it, trying to get in, so I took a deep breath and tried to relax. It felt a little awkward again, laying like that while she touched my butthole. Even knowing she actually liked it made it a little better, but still it felt a little weird.

Her finger popped in and she forcefully entered my ass with it. She wiggled it, turned it around a little and moved it in and out. I struggled to let go off the embarrassment and did a poor job at it, maybe because we didn’t really built up our play. She just kept playing with my ass, circling her finger and moving it in and out. She was a little rough, making it harder for me to get really into it.

After a minute or two she abruptly pulled her finger out. I felt her grab my cock, which had gone mostly limp as she played with my ass, and she quickly put the cage over my cockhead and moved the cage towards the ring.

“Haha, got it,” she said victoriously, grinning widely, as if she successfully lured a bird out of its hiding and put it in its cage. Then she carefully connected the cage to the metal ring and closed it with the lock.

“Yes!” she said as she stretched her arms up in victory.

I chuckled at her cunning solution to her Domme issue and her joy in successfully trapping my cock in it’s cage.

“I like it, it looks nice,” she said as she gently caressed my free, accessible balls. She smiled satisfied at what she saw. I could see in her eyes she genuinely liked it.

To me it felt still a little hard and cold, but I figured it would warm up soon enough. And I really liked it’s weight, the strap around my hips and the looks of the shiny metal holding my meat in place.

“It’ll take some getting used to, but I think I like it too,” I said.

“Good,” she said, still looking at my cock. It was growing again and fighting its new, steel prison.

“Don’t move,” she said, “keep your legs up.” Then she got up and looked through the items in the box. She took out a bag, tore it open and pulled the metal butt plug out. It looked way bigger than it did on the website when I ordered it.

I swallowed nervously as she sat back down on the bed. She put a glob of lube on it’s top and spread it out evenly around the shining, metal plug. Then she put it against my ass, smiling at me with her naughty smile and her twinkling eyes.

The cold tip of the plug made my butthole clench as it touched it. She applied some pressure as I tried to relax. Luckily my butt was lubed up well by now and it had her finger in before, making it easier to relax and the tip entered me quite easily. It did feel really cold though. I liked to feeling, but it made it harder to open myself up to it.

Patty took her time, slowly letting my butt get used to it. Every time I relaxed a little deeper the plug slid in a little further. Then the widest part came up and it seemed impossible for me to relax more and open up more. I was starting to think it just was to big and wasn’t gonna fit.

Patty just moved it in and out a little, trying to get it in further piece by piece. I felt my butthole stretch. It felt uncomfortable and really arousing at the same time. I liked the feeling, but still I wondered it would never go in.

Then, as she pushed in, I felt the shape change.

“That’s it perv, just a little more,” she said softly.

I pushed my ass out as well as I could and then it slipped in. As soon as the widest part had passed my ass clenched again, pushing the whole slippery metal thing inside. I moaned a the amazing feeling.

“There you go,” Patty said, grinning widely. She pulled a little at the base but it wouldn’t come out easily. “Good perv.”

I smiled at her. I felt the hard, cold plug press against my prostate. I loved the feeling.

“It looks nice,” she said, grinning at my butt and tilting her head. “I like the purple gem and the metal goes well with your cage. How does it feel, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m alright. It feels hot, well, cold actually, but hot.” I chuckled.

“Good,” she said. “Get up, see if you can walk around with it.”

I got off the bed and walked around a little. It felt really heavy and I could feel it move on every step, but walking or moving wasn’t a issue at all. The gentle pressure on my prostate made it just feel really hot. It turned me on.

“Can you sit with it?” Patty asked.

I sat down on one of the chairs at the little table and it wasn’t uncomfortable. “Yes, no problem,” I said.

“Great!” Patty said. Her eyes twinkled. “The thought of you wearing that is really a turn on for me.”

I grinned sheepishly at her. Both the cage and the plug seemed to warm up a little and I really loved the feel of the weight of the metal on my cock and in my ass.

“So, what’s next?” I asked, looking at the box.

“Let’s do the rest later, I want to take a bath and then go to sleep,” Patty said. “I haven’t been in a tub since I still lived with my parents and they have a great looking bathtub over here. I really want to try it.” She paused for a second. “Run me a bath perv,” she said, smiling warmly at me. “Make it nice and warm. And see if there’s some bubbles for it.”

“Yes Miss Patty,” I said, emphasizing my willingness to serve her.

So, I ran her a bath, sitting on my knees next to the tub, getting even more turned on from the feel of the metal on and in my lower body. I made very sure the water was warm but not too hot. I found some bath foam and put it in, hoping I didn’t over or under dose it. I stayed with the tub while it filled to make sure everything would be perfect. My thoughts wandered to her laying in there naked in a few minutes of course, but I tried not to go there too much. She was still my best friend and my Domme. And taking a bath wasn’t a sexual act in my mind, I just thought how she would look like.

When the tub had filled up, I got back into our room. Patty was reading something on her phone.

“Your bath is ready Miss,” I said.

“Thanks perv,” she said. Then she got up and walked into the bathroom.

“Do you need me to help you out? Wash your back maybe?” I asked, following her.

She turned around looked at me. All of the sudden she looked really agitated and said: “No, of course not! I’m not going to let you watch me get naked and take a bath, you fucking idiot!” Her eyes shot lightning bolts for a second.

She really startled me to be honest. I felt my throat clench.

“I’m sorry,” I said, raising my hands apologetically. “I wasn’t trying to come on to you and I really didn’t want to offend you. Really, I’m sorry. I’ll just stay here.”

She just looked at me and I could see anger in her eyes. If I hadn’t felt startled from her sudden snap, I would have wondered she looked gorgeous, full of passion. But it scared me for a second and she must have seen that in my eyes. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and then I noticed her looking at my cage for a second. And then she visibly relaxed. Her eyes softened as she took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m… well, I shouldn’t… just stay here alright?”

Then she stepped into the bathroom and quickly closed the door.

I sat down on the edge of the bed. My arousal was gone and I felt a little confused. I didn’t find out what just happened. Of course I wondered she was hot and in a way I wanted to have sex with her, but I would never if she didn’t want me to. I wouldn’t even make a move on her. And in this case I really wasn’t trying come on to her or something like that, I really just wanted to serve her, make her feel safe and happy. So I didn’t find out why she snapped at me.

I sat there for a minute. All of the sudden the plug up my ass, that felt wonderful just a minute ago was now the most annoying thing in the world. I wanted it out. I didn’t want to disappoint Patty by taking it out without permission, but I really needed it gone. So I rolled back on the bed, put my legs up and grabbed the base, taking a little time to relax so I could pull it out of me. When I got it out I just put in on the bed.

I sat up again, thinking about what just happened. I felt a little hurt to be honest. Or was I scared? I realized I was scared of losing her and that fear added to me wanting to please her, to keep her happy. I didn’t want her to feel upset. It felt like I had failed at keeping her happy and that hurt more than her being angry for a few seconds.

“Conrad?” I heard Patty say from the bathroom.

My heart stopped for a second.

“Yes?” I said.

“Could you come here for a second?”

My mind was racing. Did I want to go to her? Was she still upset? Was I upset? I just couldn’t tell.

“Please?” she said. “It’s alright, I’m not mad at you and you can’t see anything. Please come over here for a second?”

Her voice sounded sweet. Warm. Like the friend I had known for so long.

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll be right there.”

I felt my heart pound in my chest when I entered the bathroom. I didn’t want to upset her more. I didn’t want to fight.

Patty was laying in the tub. Only her neck and head were above the foam covered water. Her hair was wet.

“Please, sit down for a second,” she said. She sounded vulnerable.

I knelt beside the tub, so we could see each other. Her eyes seemed a little red or puffy maybe, like she had been crying.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry, I should never have snapped at you like that.”