The whole dynamic of the relationship between you and James has drastically changed since that night. For starters James kept the chastity cage on you constantly and he started wearing the key, your key, on his necklace like a fashion accessory or a mark of dominance on your life. With that key now in his possession he started to keep extending the length between each release to an almost maddening amount of time.
At first it was just a five day work week, with a full release on Friday nights and recaging on Sundays. Then one Friday some a personal event came up with you and you asked, pleaded, to reschedule for Saturday. Which James was happy to accommodate.The following week, even though you were free for Friday night, James held you to your now normal Saturday releases.
A few weeks later, James was out of town for a Friday/Saturday trip and your scheduled release day became Sunday afternoons, just before you were recaged for the start of the new week. Then there were some weeks where James would ghost you for the entire Sunday, only to respond to you that Monday morning.
You, for better or worse, have started to physically and mentally adapt to the new changes with your life. With your body slowly stop getting sore from the constant pull from the weight of the cage and your mind for the most part, just accepting that this is how it is now. You even caught yourself multiple times even forgetting that you had your cock and balls helplessly locked away in an unforgiving metal cage.
You had also slowly got control of your urges and they didn’t become that much of a distraction with work and your productivity but all that mental fortitude goes out the window when James is around. Just hearing his voice pushes you into overdrive, and doesn’t help that he has constantly started upping this dominance over you by swing by work to visit you, flirting with you around your work friends and ever so casually flashing your key on his necklace.
The worst part was when James would start to invite himself to your place after his shift and spend the evening there watching TV, playing on your game systems and snacking on your food, always unannounced. While he was there he would always conduct himself so playfully and painfully ignorant of your growing agony and anticipation, even going so bold as to whip out his own dick and start rubbing in right next to you on your sofa. He was always offer if you wanted to suck if, “if you really wanted.” he would always tag on at the end with mock sincerity.
Some nights if you went down on him James would release you and allow you to pleasure yourself to completion as a ‘special treat’. Other nights he would finish deep in the back of your mouth, then zip up his pants and continue the night hanging out on your sofa, like nothing ever happened.
This Thursday was one of those nights and soon he started to get up and make his way towards the door with hardly a mention or a thanks. You have learned to try to keep yourself sane during those nights you were locked away alone at your place, but you were still trying to adjust yourself for the disappointment of a fruitless night after he ‘offers’ you to suck him off.
It has been this third week locked in, with the past two Sunday’s James purposefully ghosting you. With all that mounting pressure and frustration of being denied a chance to climax yet again you finally snap, “When are you going to let me fucking Cum!?” you shout at him as he’s about to open the door.
James stopped mid step in his stride, with his back to you, you are unsure if he was shocked, surprised or angry at your out of line comment. After a terrifying moment of silence from James, he turned around and addressed you in an icy cold comment, “If you want to cum so much. Then you’ll get exactly that, tomorrow”
Anxiety accompanied you for the following work day. ‘What did he mean by that comment?’ ‘does he have something planned?’ ‘is he really going to let me out and cum, just because i stood up to him?’ All those thoughts and more kept floating in your head as you tried your best to focus on the daily work tasks of your job.
Thinking, borderline hoping that James would not follow through with his promise last night. But as the clock stuck closing time, on the dot, you received a text message from James. All it said was “Head over. It’s time to unlock you for the night.”
You catch yourself focusing on the last part of the message, unlocked for the night? You haven’t been unlocked for that long in months. Usually James relocks you as soon as you finish cleaning up on your Sunday evening releases. Your heart starts to race with excitement, praying that it’s not a trick.
You hurriedly get into your car and race directly to James house but as you stepped out of your car all that enthusiasm and excitement was drowned out by dread and hesitation of what’s exactly is going to happen on the other side of the front door.
Weighing your options of this situation of going through with this or just ditching his direct invitation, With a strain from your cage you realize that leaving now would cause way more trouble for you later. He might even destroy your key if you stood him up.
You take a deep breath, go to ring the doorbell
James opened the door immediately with a smile and your key in hand. Before could even say a word, he grabbed by the collar of your work shirt and dragged you through the doorway. You get the impression that he was standing on the other side of the door, waiting as you were stuck in thought about your situation.
He forcefully pulls you in and brings you straight into the living room and throws you on the couch. With James looming over you, staring you down, he finally lets out the words, “So you don’t like it going so long without cumming, isn’t that right?” You sheepishly try to apologize and back down before he cuts you off, “No we both heard your little outburst yesterday. I guess three weeks is a bit too long for you,” you blush in embarrassment and cast your eyes downward.
“That’s why I decided this weekend, I’m going to dedicate all of my time and energy making you cum over and over again” You perk up in disbelief, you almost did not believe your eyes as you saw James knelt on his knees down on to the floor below you as he started unzipping your pants and peeling off your pants and underpants to reveal your chastity cage. With the silver key in hand he goes in to unlock it and you feel absolute relief as you experience that prison get removed from your body and hear the metal clattering sound of the cage landing on the floor. Your cock rushes to stand erect with it’s new found freedom as you feel the soft touch of Jame’s hands start massaging your balls with expert care.
You let out a long moan as your body realizes that it’s actually free and starts pumping more and more blood down towards your cock for a long needed erection. James massage slowly transformed into a full on handjob, and he skillfully runs his hands up and down your entire shaft, as he coos sweet words of care as he attends to you.
It didn’t take long for your balls to start pumping out premium precum, that started swelling up on the tip of your cock and started cascading downwards over James’s constantly moving hands. “Oh you’re really pent up, aren’t you? I haven’t seen this much from you in ages, and this is just the start of it all.” You sigh with agreement as you close your eyes and throw your head back on the sofa, taking in every wonderful moment of this experience.
It didn’t take long before it was time for you to cum. Your muscles start to twitch when you catch James asking the question, “You’re getting close, aren’t you?” You moan in agreement and you heard the most amazing response “that’s alright, just let it all out.” You didn’t need to be ordered to do so but your body begins the process of your long awaited climax, you feel the slow pressure that was building inside of you starts to increase at a rapid pace you close your eyes shut, take in a deep breath and prepare for the release.
Just as the cum starts to make its way up and out of your cock, you feel something icy cold is pressed right at the top of your dick, and another frozen something pressed on the sweet spot on your taint. You let out a started yelp as your body instinctively clenches, which resulted in a total shutdown of your cumshot. Your eyes spring open as you snap your neck down to see what actually is happening.
With your blurred vision you see James looking back up at you, with a smirk on his face and an ice cube in each hand, pressing down hard on your taint and cock head. You look in remorse as you see your precious cumshot start sadly dribbling down your shaft.
In shock and horror you look at James dead in the eyes. All he does is chuckle, “You honestly thought you were going to get a climax, scot-free, after you talked to me like that? Think again” As he gets up, wiping his wet hand on your pant legs
“Now listen,” he says as he plops right down on the sofa, throwing one of his arm over you. “I have every intention to dedicate my full time and energy this weekend making you cum non stop, That was true. But I never said that you were going to enjoy the experience.”
True to his word, he was on your cock from that Friday evening to Sunday night. Constantly bringing up to full mast before finding a way to ruin your climax. He was well prepared too, besides ice, he has heat packs, scrubby sponges and thick coarse leather gloves to accompany his hand jobs.
Later in the weekend he would handcuff you to the bed and rotate all those methods while you were blindfolded, you to keep you in the dark of what would come next. He also broke out his own vibrators to toy with you, to get your cock to stand back up but he would either crank the vibration setting to max just as you began to cum or would suddenly remove them all at the last moment, just when you needed it the most. You couldn’t decide which one was the worst experience
Soon Sunday night finally came, after you did more times than you could count. Tired and spent all you can do is just zone out on the couch as James was off preparing, what you hope wasn’t another attempt to ruin another one of your orgasms.
When he returned he was holding your cage. With what it represent you let out a sigh of relief knowing that this was all going to come to an end, you wordlessly swing your legs open, letting him easy access to your cock and balls.
As you heard the click of confinement James delivers you a strong word of warning, “Now don’t ever ask me when you can climax again, you know I’m good for it. If you ever snap at me again, ill make sure to fuck you so proper that you get your orgasm, while still locked away in your cage. Do i make myself clear?”
“Yes sir” you reply with renewed servitude
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