The week passed by and it was long. Jasmine had told me on Saturday, over the list of best lines for chat, that we would be meeting up on Friday of the next week. I had been instructed by her to lock my cock in a chastity device and to freeze the keys. They were now at the bottom of a huge block of ice in a pint glass in my freezer. She told me to meet her at this secret warehouse location. I had never heard of it but it was called “The Cage.” Apparently it was an underground nightclub. She told me to bring a cooler filled with ice and my key filled glass if I wanted any chance of fun for my dick.
On Friday morning I could hardly keep it together. My cock was always randomly getting erect and pressing, painfully, against the cage. I got dressed and went to work but I couldn’t concentrate at all. The pages of data I had to look at were reorganizing themselves in my imagination into hot pictures of women dancing, women dressed in leather with whips and chains. My cock was even dripping pre-cum after a week of not cumming or even touching it. Finally the day was done and I called Jasmine on free live chat lines.
She told me she would be there at 9pm, and told me to come at 915 on the dot. She said if I was one minute early or late, or if I disobeyed any of her orders, she would take my precious cooler with the keys and never talk to me again. God. She was a cruel bitch but I loved it. I waited at home until 830 then I drove. The place was about 30 minutes away, but I wanted to get there with time to spare so I could wait in my care until the exact right time. Who would have thought that the list of best lines for chat could have brought this into my life.
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