Our game;
About a year ago, my Goddess asked me to make a small transparent box for her that she could lock with a padlock.
I gave it to her a Thursday.
Immediately she ordered me to put on a chastity cage.
As usual, it was she who closed the lock, looking me in the eye:the click of the lock always has the same effect on me, a mixture of pleasure and anguish. I know from that point on, she's the one who decides when she'll release me. Sometimes it is the same evening, or after a week or more.
“Now watch and listen carefully! "
She waved the key to my chastity cage padlock and its duplicate under my nose, then placed them in the small transparent box.
She then took another much larger padlock out of her pocket and sealed the box with it.
"This is a timed padlock, it cannot be opened until the countdown is over"
At the time, I did not quite understand….
"Count aloud, each beep is an hour that you must spend in a cage"
One two Three…
As I count, I finally understand:it is no longer my Goddess the keeper of the keys, it is an incorruptible electronic device.
My Goddess won't be able to take the cage off me even if she wants to!
This thought turns me on to the utmost, Goddess watches my cock swell more in my cage with each beep. She slowed down the rate of the beeps to better enjoy the moment.
Sixty…. Saturday night, I'll be in a cage ...
She went to the maximum, 99 hours…. For the last few hours, she waited five seconds between each press of the button. She was delighted to see my cock strangled in the cage. I almost squirted so excited I was.
“Wait, I can add more minutes”: There were 59 new beeps. I'm locked up for 99 hours and 59 minutes.
She put the box on my nightstand. "See, it's transparent, you can see the keys, and on the padlock see how soon I can eventually use them. "
On Saturday night, she got into bed with her computer and Hitachi and masturbated in front of me.
Often when she has enjoyed once or twice, she opens my cage, but there, no hope. I even felt like she was enjoying my frustration too, especially when she said, "I want the fucking machine!" "
Sunday morning, there are about ten hours left ... I don't know if she will release me, or postpone another delay ...
About a year ago, my Goddess asked me to make a small transparent box for her that she could lock with a padlock.
I gave it to her a Thursday.
Immediately she ordered me to put on a chastity cage.
As usual, it was she who closed the lock, looking me in the eye:the click of the lock always has the same effect on me, a mixture of pleasure and anguish. I know from that point on, she's the one who decides when she'll release me. Sometimes it is the same evening, or after a week or more.
“Now watch and listen carefully! "
She waved the key to my chastity cage padlock and its duplicate under my nose, then placed them in the small transparent box.
She then took another much larger padlock out of her pocket and sealed the box with it.
"This is a timed padlock, it cannot be opened until the countdown is over"
At the time, I did not quite understand….
"Count aloud, each beep is an hour that you must spend in a cage"
One two Three…
As I count, I finally understand:it is no longer my Goddess the keeper of the keys, it is an incorruptible electronic device.
My Goddess won't be able to take the cage off me even if she wants to!
This thought turns me on to the utmost, Goddess watches my cock swell more in my cage with each beep. She slowed down the rate of the beeps to better enjoy the moment.
Sixty…. Saturday night, I'll be in a cage ...
She went to the maximum, 99 hours…. For the last few hours, she waited five seconds between each press of the button. She was delighted to see my cock strangled in the cage. I almost squirted so excited I was.
“Wait, I can add more minutes”: There were 59 new beeps. I'm locked up for 99 hours and 59 minutes.
She put the box on my nightstand. "See, it's transparent, you can see the keys, and on the padlock see how soon I can eventually use them. "
On Saturday night, she got into bed with her computer and Hitachi and masturbated in front of me.
Often when she has enjoyed once or twice, she opens my cage, but there, no hope. I even felt like she was enjoying my frustration too, especially when she said, "I want the fucking machine!" "
Sunday morning, there are about ten hours left ... I don't know if she will release me, or postpone another delay ...
