The hundred days that followed were unbelievable; you'd thought the competition would just be a quick meet and greet, or at most just a little time to talk and try your best not to look like an idiot in front of her- which wouldn't be easy considering how long you'd spent fantasizing about her. Now here you were locked in chastity, the only key dangling from her necklace, and at her beck and call 24/7.
At first she would call you over to her apartment each morning for simple things like chores, making breakfast and giving her a foot rub as she read through her scenes for the day, and of course giving your cage a thorough inspection to make sure you were behaving and not trying to escape her control. After the first month passed though she grew more comfortable having you around and, instead of being dismissed home each evening with a playful swat to your balls, began to have you stay the night locked in the hallway closet where she'd prepared a little bed for you. The first morning after this happened you discovered she'd also confiscated your clothes, forcing you to work naked apart from the cage so she could see it whenever she liked.
With this milestone your daily tasks grew as well. From day 1 Jenna had no qualms roaming the apartment hardly dressed, especially when she saw the effect she was having on your poor locked cock, but now your morning repertoire expanding to include being a human alarm clock by helping her begin each day with a satisfying orgasm from your tongue, and usually again beneath the table as she ate the breakfast you'd made. Before long you were her favourite sex toy and would push your face between her legs a dozen times a day, which is how she introduced the next part of your uniform: a collar, locked shut and with a leash hanging down across your chest for her to pull on as you worked to indicate your 'services' were required.
Despite the constant aching frustration between your legs, as nomatter how happy she was with you she never once unlocked the cage or allowed you to cum (though there were a few nocturnal 'accidents' that made her giggle as you licked them up), you found true bliss in serving her and as day 100 drew nearer you were despondent at the thought of leaving Jenna and going back to your normal boring life.
On your last night together, one she'd promised to make special, you found yourself shackled to her bed spread eagle as she entered the room from the en-suite dressed in a truly spectacular neglige and your breath caught in your throat as she climbed up and straddled you so her pussy was mere centimetres away from your throbbing cage. Lowering herself down, her legs squeezed together on your caged cock and tender blue balls and her lips touched yours in a kiss that was everything you'd ever dreamt of; the moments that followed felt like hours as her soft skin rubbed against yours until it was too much and 100 days of pent up denial poured through the cage bars. The ache you felt hadn't diminished even slightly, but it was still the best orgasm of your entire life.
She laughed as she realised what had happened and scooped up some of your mess onto a finger, sucked it clean and then kissed you again with her tongue slipping into your mouth.
From her bedside drawer she retrieved something that made your heart soar and sink simultaneously: your key, still dangling from the silver chain she'd worn it on every day since you first met. Sitting back so your cage was just in front of her, she teased the tip of it into the lock and then... stopped.
"I can tell you want this" she whispered seductively "but... perhaps there's something you want more? Before any of that though, I have a confession to make; you see it wasn't completely by chance that we met. The 'competition' you won was set up by me for exactly this purpose, to find the perfect submissive man to come and serve and worship me. I carefully examined every entrant looking for one that suited my needs, not just to play with for a few months, but to become mine forever. And there you were, entry #24601. The fact that you didn't realise what you'd signed up for when we met was surprising, but you took to it so well it only made you more perfect, so now that your audition is over..." her fingers tensed on the key still inside the lock
"I want to give you a choice. End this here and now, I'll let you out and spend the rest of the night making you cum like you so deserve, or make our arrangement a permanent one. The cage will stay on and never come off, orgasms will become a distant memory and you'll become mine... my love, my adoring adorable slave, for the rest of our lives."
Her words rocked your mind as you considered what this would mean; never cumming again, being a slave, but her slave of all things.
You knew what you wanted, and before you could panic or talk yourself out of it you opened your mouth and let the words come out.
"Yes Jenna, my Goddess, I want to be yours."
A huge smile spread across her beautiful face as you spoke, and with a sharp movement she pushed on the key and snapped it off inside the lock.
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