My big mouth made for an interesting weekend.

When this lock up started She wanted to go for both ecords. For me that was something like 8 or 9 days without an O, and about 16 without release from the device (since she figured out prostate Os those two numbers haven’t been in sync for obvious reasons).

So going to bed on day 9 I had very little expectation. But, first thing in the morning, though the keys were still stuck in the timer safe for another day, She decided to use the flesh light thing we have to work me to an O. It’s one of only a couple methods that can get me across the finish line while In the device, especially if it’s been a long time. I was surprised. Not just at the O, but at the unceremonious method she chose to give it to me by.

Not thinking clearly I guess, later in the day I mentioned as much via text, and added that it seemed like such a waste of a long lock up. This was a mistake. I know that now. She rightfully was annoyed that I’d questioned how She had chosen to get me off. I hadn’t expected release from the device for several more days (remember the record) so it hadn’t occurred to me that she was priming me to be able to last the next day when the timer hit zero and freed the keys. But she told me that had been the plan, rather than going for the record, but now that wasn’t going to happen. So as usual, my mouth did me in.

The next day when the timer hit zero, instead of resetting it for the remainder as I’d been expecting, or freeing me for some proper PIV, as She’d apparently originally intended, she instead freed me and slathered an ungodly amount of Emla on me (numbing creams don’t work great on me), snapped a condom over me, fed me a viagara, and had me sit there while it dried in for the better part of an hour. You could have slammed my dick in a door jam and I wouldn’t have known the difference. Crazy stuff that Emla. Once She was satisfied I was as numb as humanly possible She took the rubber off, cleaned me up, and requested my presence in the bedroom, where we had what WOULD have been amazing sex, had I been able to feel any of it. After taking her baker’s dozen orgasms She painstakingly crammed me back into the cage.

I was honestly Surprised. She had said she was going to do that, and that my next lock up was going to be a doozie as a result of my loose lips. But She has never, not once that I can remember, been able to have sex with me without letting me finishing in Her. She genuinely loves it (thank God for that). So I assumed once we got started She’d forget about it. But she didn’t. So I spent the entire next day horney as hell, and serisouly nervous that that was it - that was my release from the device for the next couple weeks.

Thankfully the following day, today, she took the cage off me very early in the morning after all and got on top of me until I finished. We had breakfast and went back to sleep, cage free. Woke up a few hours later, had sex again, and then I went off to work and she tagged along. On the way home she gave me a real treat - road head - something that I’ve always loved but that Chastity has more or less made more trouble than its worth for her.

So there it is. The last three days took me from the end of a long (relatively, I know) lock up, to an unexpected orgasm and fear of harsh consequences for questioning that O, to one very horny and subby feeling day of uncertainty, all the way back around to a day out of the caged and 3 orgasms in 10 hours. And it’s still early. I’d like to get another one or two in before She puts the cage back on me, if I can muster it.

She even mentioned how much she liked, and missed, being able to just roll over and get on top of me in the morning like that. It sounded for a minute like perhaps our experiment with chastity was reaching its twilight, but she’s sort of backed off from that sentiment since then. So idk.

I do know I probably got off easier than most would have. But for the entire day yesterday I was genuinely trepidatious that the thing was going to stay on me for a couple weeks straight from that point. So if you consider fear a punishment, then that certainly would count.

A fairly eventful few days, with the ups and downs, and talk of maybe stopping the cage. So I thought it worthy of a post, as I haven’t shared a story in quite some time. As always, I’ll be curious to read any comments or thoughts. Things you’d do differently - ladies or gents.