The day my cock cage came I was so excited. I got on the numbers for party chat as soon as I could to talk to Jasmine, the mistress who had ordered me to get it. She had not let me cum for two days so far, and it took all of my self control to really obey her.
“Did you get it?” She was whispering with excitement.
“Yes.” I practically stuttered.
“Ok, take the keys and put them in the biggest glass you have. Fill it with water and put it in the freezer. If you try to melt the ice in the oven or microwave the keys will melt so don’t try that!” She ordered.
Great. So I really wouldn’t be able to get out. I took a big pint glass and dropped the keys in, clinking the glass so she could hear on the phone. Then I filled it to the brim with water and put it in the freezer.
“Good boy.” Jasmine encouraged me. Just that alone was enough to make my cock rock hard.
Then she told me, over the singles chat line numbers, to put the cage on my cock. It was a metal cage with plenty of openings, but it definitely wouldn’t let my cock get hard. As the cage snapped on with a clink that Jasmine could hear on the phone, and I snapped the lock closed with a gulp.
“Great. Now that I know you’ll be thinking only with your “on top” brain. We can meet up in person. How’s Friday?” Jasmine giggled over the numbers for party chat as it was now Saturday. My heart sank as I realized I would have to wait a week for the possibility of contact with my now imprisoned cock.
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