Helping Dagmara with carrying heavy shopping into the house, she, along with distributing the items to her place, suggests that you stop by for coffee and cake.

"Thank you, my dear." bending slightly in gratitude, she folds her hands and smiles sincerely for your help

-"You really fell from the sky but I can't leave you like this without any reward. How about a coffee with a little treat? I still have some cake in the fridge, what do you think, boy?" Coming a little closer, she curves her lips into a slight smile and stares into your eyes questioningly with a slight hint of impatience

"There you go!" she beams with happiness upon seeing your gratitude "Coffee will only take a moment and then we can enjoy some cake. I still have some vanilla bean and chocolate fudge left. You choose whichever one you like more."

She motions for you to follow her into the kitchen, where a cozy table with two chairs awaits you. On the way there she playfully brushes against your arm or hip, perhaps even teasingly pressing herself against your side whenever given the chance. Once in the kitchen, Dagmara begins to prepare the coffee while humming softly to some classical music playing on the radio nearby.

As she's busy with that task, she asks curiously: "Do you like this particular piece of music? It reminds me so much of my late husband... The way he used to dance for me whenever it played..." A hint of sadness can be heard in her voice, but there is also a sparkle in her eye as if remembering fond memories.

"Oh, how nice!" She turns around in surprise as you mention the names of those composers "I do love Shostakovich and Tchaikovsky very much! But what about Bach or Mozart? Do you have a favorite piece from them?" She asks excitedly, completely ignoring her previous statement about dancing with her husband when that music played

"And how are things at university? Are your classes treating you well?"

"Ah, studying... Such a difficult task sometimes." She pouts dramatically before setting the carafe of coffee on the table and pouring some into two cups "Here you go. Just the way you like it."

After handing you your cup, she carefully sits down across from you with her own beverage in hand. Taking a small sip, she closes her eyes in contentment for a moment before asking: "So, how has life been treating my young friend lately? Any interesting stories to share?"

"Oh dear..." She sighs dramatically, feigning disappointment "And here I was hoping for something juicier." Her expression turns teasing as she continues to stare at you expectantly "Well, perhaps there's some hidden adventure or passion just waiting to be revealed?"

As she speaks, she brushes her fingers against your own, sending tiny shivers up your spine. The touch is light and gentle but full of temptation; it's almost as if she wants you to confide in her more...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you confess your true feelings to her. There's a mixture of shock and intrigue on her face, but also a hint of amusement and understanding. She slowly leans forward in her chair, lowering her voice almost to a whisper as she asks curiously: "And what is this juicy secret that you have been keeping from me?"

Her eyes widen as you confess your secret desire to her. At first she looks shocked, then amused and finally intrigued. "Well... I must say that's quite the revelation," she says with a hint of a smile on her lips. "And here I was thinking you were just some random young man helping me with my shopping."

She pauses for a moment, considering what you've said before asking: "You... really are interested in being locked up like that? Even while being around someone as sweet and kind as myself?" There's an undercurrent of playfulness in her voice now.

"And you think it would be unfair to me if I were to continue having coffee with you despite this confession?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction carefully. "I suppose it depends on what kind of terms we could reach... A deal, perhaps? You can have all the chastity devices and control you want, as long as I get something in return."

Her gaze drops to where your crotch is supposed to be beneath the table, a smile teasing at her lips. "Something nice and satisfying," she murmurs almost inaudibly, "for this lovely widow who's been feeling neglected lately..."

Her eyes close as you hug her tightly, the feel of your embrace sending shivers down her spine. "Well then," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your neck, "it looks like we have a deal."

She takes the key from you gently, careful not to break the connection between your bodies. With a soft smile, she continues: "And as for what I want in return... You're going to make sure that I don't feel neglected anymore. Is that understood?"

Her fingers trail up and down your back, massaging lightly as her voice lowers even further, almost huskily now. "I want you to be my dirty little secret, my private toy. I want you to breathe life into these old bones of mine... And when we're done playing? Well, let's just say that your chastity cage will only serve as a reminder of how good it felt with me."

Her cheeks flush as you press your lips against her earlobe, the gentle caress sending a wave of desire coursing through her body. "Oh my," she murmurs breathily, "you certainly know how to make an old widow feel wanted." With one hand still massaging your back, she reaches up to cup your face with the other, guiding you closer so that their noses brush against each other. "Very well then," she whispers softly. "You're my dirty little secret now... And I plan on enjoying every second of it."

She pulls back slightly, looking deep into your eyes as her fingers trail lower, lightly teasing at the hem of your shirt. "Now," she says huskily, "why don't you help me finish my coffee? I have a feeling there's plenty more to discuss..."

Dagmara chuckles lightly at your confused and slightly aroused state. "Oh, no dear," she says with a knowing smirk. "I may have been a widow for some time now, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy being in control every once in a while."

With her other hand still cupping your cheek, she leans forward to brush her lips against yours, teasing and taunting. "But don't you worry," she whispers against your mouth, "I'll make sure that when I let you out... oh, how shall we say this? That you feel very rewarded."

Her fingers continue their path lower, sliding under the hem of your shirt and finally cupping your hardening length through the cage. She begins to stroke you gently, teasingly, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as she continues to playfully taunt and torment. "Now," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "why don't we go back to that coffee? I'm sure there are plenty more interesting things to discuss... And perhaps even try out some new positions?"

Her soft laughter fills the air as she watches you squirm under her attentive touch. "Oh dear," she purrs, her fingers moving faster against your cage now, "I think it's quite clear who's in control here." With a teasing smile on her lips, she leans back just enough to look into your eyes, the desire evident in every inch of her being.

"Come now," she says huskily, leading you towards the coffee table with one hand still curled around your length through the cage, "let's not forget our manners. We don't want the neighbors to think that I'm raising a ruffian, do we?" Her other hand reaches out, steadying herself on the back of a chair before adding almost as an afterthought: "And remember, my little perv... play nice, or no more coffee for you."

Her fingers continue their relentless stroking as she slides onto a chair and pats the one across from her, indicating that you should take a seat. You feel her gaze burning into you with every breath, every movement, heightening your arousal to nearly unbearable levels... And you can't help but wonder just how far she'll take this.

Chuckling softly at your adorable attempts to correct yourself, Dagmara takes a sip of her own coffee before setting it down on the table with a contented sigh. "There now," she says gently, reaching out to pat your hand where it holds the cup, "there's no need for all that fuss." Her touch is reassuring and comforting, almost maternal.

"You did very well today," she continues with a genuine smile, her eyes never leaving yours. "I know it must have been quite a surprise to find yourself in this situation... But I'm glad you took the chance. It was rather lonely around here lately."

Her fingers trail up your arm now, curving around your wrist before sliding lower once more, stroking teasingly at the hairs on the back of your hand. "So," she says thoughtfully, looking into her coffee cup as if deep in contemplation, "what do you say we discuss our new terms? Now that we've gotten this whole 'little perv' business out of the way..."

Her eyes widen at your confession, her cheeks flushing even deeper with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. She withdraws her hand slowly from yours, leaving your fingers feeling cold and empty where she had just been. "Oh, dear boy," she breathes out heavily, shaking her head in disbelief while taking another sip of coffee. "You really do have quite the imagination..."

Her gaze drops to your bulging crotch once more before lifting back up to meet yours. A wicked glint appears in her eye as she leans forward, her voice now low and husky. "Perhaps," she says carefully, "I could indulge that imagination of yours... just a little bit?" Her fingers trail lightly up your arm again, teasing you mercilessly.

"But only if you promise to be good for me..." She pauses dramatically, lowering her voice even further as she adds with a sultry smile: "And only when I say so."

She lifts an eyebrow in curiosity as you stammer out your request. "Oh?" she says teasingly, her fingers still dancing lightly over your skin. "And what is it that you wish to share with me?" She leans back slightly, making herself more comfortable in the chair and regarding you over with a steady gaze, almost daring you to speak.

Her other hand reaches up to cup her breast through her blouse, idly massaging one stiffening nipple as she waits for your response. The material is thin enough that you can easily see the outline of her areola and her hardening peak beneath it. "Come now," she coos softly, "I'm all ears."

"Hmm..." Her expression is unreadable as she listens to your stammered confession. For a moment, she simply sits there, contemplating her response. "Well," she finally says in a thoughtful tone of voice, "I appreciate the offer... and it's certainly nice to know that you care about my wellbeing beyond just this physical aspect." She pauses for another moment before continuing with a small shrug: "But you are rather cute when you stumble over your words like that..."

Her fingers trail up your arm again, finally reaching the nape of your neck where she gently massages at a particularly tense knot. The touch is both soothing and arousing all at once. "Perhaps," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "we could discuss this further... but only if you promise to be on your best behavior." Her hand curves around your neck now, her thumb caressing lightly over the pulse point at the base of your skull. "And remember," she whispers huskily, "the terms still apply... even when we're not talking about our little game."

Her other hand moves to cup her breast again through her blouse, squeezing gently as she watches you for your reaction. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and it's becoming harder and harder to think straight.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your hand reaches out to grope her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, but rather than react with anger or shock, a slow smile curves across her lips. "Oh my," she breathes out heavily, lowering her gaze to meet yours again. "I suppose you must be very desperate..." Her voice trails off teasingly as she leans forward, pressing her soft breasts against your hand. "Well then," she says huskily, "why don't we see just how badly you want this...?"

Her free hand cups the back of your head, pulling you closer until their bodies are flush together. Her other breast presses firmly against your hand now as she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you. You can feel the heat emanating from her core, and it's driving you wild with desire.

"But remember," she whispers warningly into your ear, "it's a deal... a bargain we made..." Her fingers begin to trail up your neck now, curling around your jaw as she holds your head still and deepens the kiss. "I can give you this," she moans against your lips, "but only if you give me everything else I want."

Her breath catches in her throat as you press your face against her chest, massaging and sucking eagerly on her breasts. "Mmm..." she moans softly, arching her back further to allow you better access. Her free hand reaches down now, finding the hem of her blouse and lifting it over her head in one fluid motion so that your hands are finally free to grope at her bare flesh.

"Yes," she pants hoarsely, "that's it... touch me..." Her hips begin to rock against yours as you continue to feast on her breasts, grinding herself against the hard length trapped in your cage. "But remember our deal," she whispers between kisses and nibbles, "I want more than just this... I want everything."

Her other hand cups your cheek now, pulling you back to meet her eyes again. There's a predatory glint in them that sends a shiver down your spine. "You don't want me to get angry with you, do you?" she purrs suggestively.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your cock rubbing against her leg through your pants. "Oh!" she gasps loudly, her hips jerking forward reflexively. "You naughty boy..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you continue to massage her thigh, the sensation sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

With a throaty chuckle, she leans back against the couch and crosses her legs, barring your cock from contact once more. "Now, now," she says teasingly, "no cheating..." Her other hand trails up your arm again, wrapping around your neck to pull you closer for another deep, possessive kiss.

As if to further drive the point home, her free hand reaches down between your legs and cups your sore, aching balls through your pants. "But," she breathes into your ear before nipping at the lobe, "if you're going to be this good..." Her fingers squeeze gently, just enough to send a wave of pleasure coursing through your body and making it clear what she means by 'good', "...perhaps I can give you a little something extra..."

Her amused chuckle fills the air as she continues to knead and massage your tender balls through your pants. "Oh? And how are you planning on keeping that promise?" She asks innocently, her other hand still cupping your cheek while she keeps you pinned beneath her gaze. Her hips rock against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm, making it clear that even though she's teasing you now, the arousal is very much mutual.

Her fingers slowly begin to ease their grip on your balls as she withdraws them from between your legs, only to trail lightly up your stomach and then back down, cupping your aching cock through your pants. "Perhaps," she says thoughtfully, "I could help you keep that promise... if you're very good for me."

Her thumb brushes against the head of your cock before sliding up and over the sensitive ridge where your foreskin meets your glans. Her touch is featherlight, barely there at all, but it's enough to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. "But," she warns with a sultry smile, "you better not disappoint me..."

"Why yes," she says with a mischievous grin as her hand finally leaves your aching crotch and moves up to cup one of her ample breasts through the fabric of her blouse. She holds it out teasingly, dangling the key from the tip of one nipple. "It's just where I decided to keep it safe." Her other hand cups your cheek again, holding your gaze as she leans in close. "And don't you worry," she whispers seductively into your ear, "I'll unlock that cage for you... but only when I say so."

Her free hand slides down between her legs now, cupping and stroking her through the thin fabric of her panties. "Why don't we see how well you can take care of me tonight?" she breathes out huskily, arching her back to grind against your hip once more. "And maybe... just maybe... I'll give you a little taste of what's waiting for you when I finally let you free."

Her other hand slips down as well, cupping and squeezing at her bare ass cheek before sliding up beneath the hem of her shirt to rest lightly against your lower stomach. Her touch is possessive and controlling, leaving no part of your body untouched as she reminds you who's in charge tonight.

Her expression darkens slightly at your admission of leaking precum but she doesn't reprimand you for it. Instead, she takes a deep breath before answering your question with a small shrug. "I suppose that wouldn't be such a bad idea," she says nonchalantly. "We could always move the coffee table out of the way." There's a knowing glint in her eye as she nods towards it.

As for how you should address her, Dagmara pauses for a moment, considering your question carefully before finally saying with a confident smirk: "You can call me 'Mistress'... but only when we're alone like this." Her voice drops low and husky as she leans forward, trailing one finger along the outline of her bra through her shirt. "And remember," she adds meaningfully, "you can always ask for permission to use my first name if you want to be extra special."