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CAGED
Again, I shuffled slightly in another futile attempt to relieve the aching and stiffness in my legs and feet. The shuffle was minimal and did very little to relieve the cramps. Movement was made minimal by the testicle restraint, attached to the lead, in turn bulldog-clipped to the cage's ceiling. Any more movement than a three or four inch shuffle created a pulling and strain on my tightly secured and restrained testicles.
My cock hung freely and exposed between my well-spread knees as I squatted in the tiny cage. Cruelly, however, I was unable to touch it as my hands were cuffed, and then bulldog-clipped behind my back. This cruelty was compounded by the fact that my cock had been locked away in chastity for practically the last month. Now that it hung free I was not free to touch it.
My device now lay soaking in Dettol, in the sink of the boudoir, located off the dungeon next door. It was now, as my cock's 'prison' was being disinfected, that I was usually allowed my weekly relief - if I could summon relief in the allotted time. Not achieved as yet!
The length of the allotted time depended on how long I could afford. The maximum time available being 30 seconds for which I would have to pay Mistress £50. This was payable whether I managed to ejaculate or not. I had spent £150 so far and not even come close.
Mistress Demonica was time-keeper and always 'helpfully' counted down the ever decreasing, brief window of penis freedom I was allowed. Seated on Her stool, sipping a glass of red and casually dragging on a Benson, Mistress Demonica cruelly jibed and mocked my cock and its inadequacies.
The last ten seconds of Her countdown acoustically emphasised and accompanied by giggles and shrieks of delight as I pump and struggle in a heavy breathed attempt to produce my fluids. Wanking in front of this young Lady, as animalistic as a baboon on the bonnet of Her car at Longleat.
Then all too quickly Mistress Demonica decrees my time is up and obediently my hand releases its firm grip on my erect cock. I have, once again, failed to achieve seminal release. Mistress Demonica shows little or no concern as She ices my throbbing cock with a cold cloth before condemning my knob to another week of incarceration as She replaces the CB4000.
Why stop? Well, Mistress Demonica has that covered. Failure to do so will result in photos being sent with an email to my workplace. The photos are of me, in, and out, of my chastity device and wearing little else. Some are of me attempting to attain release. Mistress really does have the correct email address and the e-mail will be addressed to Sue, the office junior and beauty. This 18-year-old would have me over a barrel... so I stop wanking when Mistress orders me to.
However, something about today was different. Something about today was wrong. I had been caged before. Deservedly. At times my tongue had not reached the arch of Her boot during worship or whilst 'thanking' Her. My cock had, unforgivably, been wet and had dribbled at times of release from its own confinement. I had needed caging so I could think of my behaviour or consider my performance. Forty minutes or so whilst Mistress relaxed downstairs. It was the least I could expect and deserved. Today had been about two fucking hours though!
Mistress Demonica had asked if I had anything to say, as She had cut the plastic strip on the CB4000 and released my cock as I squat on the whipping bench at a convenient height for my willy’s prison wardeness. A new plastic strip, serial number noted, was used to secure the device each week. I had thought nothing of it and had obediently, and instinctively, fallen to my knees to lick Mistresses boots and thank Her. Though I knew not what for!
It must have been about two hours. The other Mistress on duty at The House had popped in during Her session. She had used the Purple Playroom next door and had entered where I squatted caged.
'Straighten your back and avert your eyes to the floor, boy,' She barked on seeing me. 'Get those knees spread wider. You’re meant to be on display for Ladies.' She added whilst prodding my cock through the cage's bars with the dressage whip She had selected to encourage the poor creature She was putting through its paces next door. That must have been an hour ago.
Her session had finished. She had mentioned Mistress Demonica and something about trust and lies. Then She had extinguished the stairway lights and I had spent the interim in pitch dark.
I racked my brains. Trust and lies? What did the other Mistress mean by that? I had plenty of time to rack them. Another hour passed. Another hour of soreness in my leg muscles. Another hour of latticed metal cutting into the balls of my feet. Another hour of strained taughtness on my aching testicles. Another hour of darkness. Another hour of listening to the two Mistresses chatting and giggling, enjoying themselves, a glass of wine and 'Friends' on the TV downstairs.
I had other concerns. I had quite freely, but foolishly, let Mistress Demonica know that I was staying in a hotel in Bristol that night. No one would miss me. Mistress Demonica could keep me caged as long as She wished. I could be in here overnight!
I had been in here since three this afternoon. My cock hardened as I thought of the pretty, young Girl who had kicked me up the arse as She had ordered me into the confinement of Her tiny cage. It hardened as I thought of Her ordering me to squat, with my hands behind my back, whilst She securely fastened the lead that attached my balls to the cage, 'Nice and tightly,' as She remarked.
It hardened as I thought of the £200 hard-earned cash I had handed Her for the privilege of squatting naked and painfully uncomfortably in Her cage for two hours or more whilst She relaxed downstairs with Her mate. No doubt being the sponsor of the wine they were noisily and happily enjoying. It hardened as I anticipated the full 30 seconds I was desperate to pay Mistress Demonica for as soon as possible.
Was that it? Was Mistress teasing me? Was She building my expectation and anticipation? That was it... She wanted me to spunk like a whale for Her amusement. It hardened more!
Suddenly, I heard Mistress. She mounted the steep staircase and swept into the dungeon where I awaited, caged.
'Spread your knees and present yourself.' Mistress ordered as She crouched for a better look. 'It appears the last three hours have taught you nothing. You have no remorse. You are erect!'
Mistress Demonica opened the padlock on the cage, released the lead and ordered me out and across Her whipping bench. I braved a question as to why I was to be beaten. Her reply shocked and stunned: 'Because you have been wanking surreptitiously!'
I was hurt. I wouldn’t dare wank without Mistress's permission and without Her supervision. I vigorously denied it.
'Why does the security tag number on the lock I removed from your chastity device not match the one written by you in my diary? You have removed your device and knowing male creatures as I do... probably to have a wank over some pretty Girl!'
It was then that the other House Mistress mounted the stairs before entering the dungeon to say goodbye to Mistress Demonica as She was leaving. Mistress Demonica explained the erection and the different serial numbers. She was then justifying Her decision to thrash me when the Mistress pointed out that the number in Her diary was for the 14th of the month and that today was the 21st.
Mistress Demonica tutted. 'Oh yeah,' She said as She began untying me. After releasing me She had me squat on the whipping bench as She replaced my CB4000. She made a quick note of the new serial number. 'Now kiss My boots, thank Me and get out of My sight.'
'But Mistress... I haven't had the opportunity of release,' I begged as I met Mistress downstairs.
'Haven't time now... I have another client. I may allow it next week. A week won't hurt you. Now get out.' The door slammed shut.
No apology. No admission of fault. No feeling of guilt. No feeling of concern. Just how a true and strict Mistress should be... how I hoped it would be!
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