"You're going to be locked up for a long time," she said casually.
She was laying against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just made love, and were basking in the afterglow. Well, at least she was basking; I hadn't come — nor had I for the past couple of weeks — and was still aroused.
"I know you don't like to know ahead of time when I'm going to let you out, but I just wanted you know that it's going to be, well, a long time. We haven't played at a really long term in a while, and I was thinking that I wanted to try it again."
I failed to suppress a whimper, and she looked up at me. "I hope you're not complaining," she admonished. "I mean, I unlocked you at the end of the summer, and you spent all autumn free as a bird. Winter's almost half over; in fact. I can't remember when you've had so much free time."
It was true; I'd been unlocked for months, but it wasn't exactly a Roman orgy around here.
"Yeah, but what with both of us getting the flu, plus the holidays, work, and all that, we barely had any sex at all, so it's not like I've been running wild," I explained. "I mean, for a couple of months, we even thought there was something in our water, since we just couldn't get excited."
She shrugged, and lay her head back down on my chest. "Anyway, since I'm going to lock you up tonight, I wanted to spend some quality time with you; it's going to be the last time that your cock is going to be free for quite a while, and I had to get enough of it to keep me motivated."
I whimpered again. Despite not having as much sex as I would have liked, I had certainly gotten used to touching myself whenever I felt like it, and feeling her warm ass as we lay spooning, and of course, being allowed to come pretty much every time we did have sex — as infrequently as it had been. And although we keep talking about long term denial as a fantasy — a really hot fantasy for both of us — the fact is that it's been quite a while since we played at that, and I wasn't totally looking forward to actually doing it. Sure, I knew it was only a matter of time before she would want me back in the chastity device, but as the weeks seemed to slip by, I just fell out of the groove.
Until tonight.
"No wonder you were so aroused earlier," I said. "You must have been thinking about this all week."
Our lovemaking earlier had started gently, but her passion had increased until she was raking my back and bucking her hips. I had to pull myself back from the edge of my own orgasm a dozen times, until finally she was sated. She hadn't given me permission to come, and I was hoping that she would let me finish inside her. Instead, she asked me to wait just a little longer, and then did something she hadn't done in a few years — which is how I ended up with my arms restrained to the headboard while she relaxed against me.
She nodded, and then stretched. "I'm getting too relaxed," she told me. "I'd better get moving, or else I'll fall asleep."
"Please don't do that," I said.
She propped herself up onto her elbow, and wrapped her hand around my cock; even though we had been lying here almost a half hour, it was still firm. She squeezed it, and my hips bucked involuntarily; my hands shot down a couple of inches before they were arrested by the velcro restraints. She smiled, then put her head down to tease me with her tongue. I moaned lightly, and pushed up hips up to meet her. She took my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside until I begged her to stop.
"No, please," I gasped, "I don't want to come just yet. Please!"
She sat up and smiled wickedly. "I told you that I'm going to lock you up tonight, when I'm done. And I'm going to do it right after you come, because I know that you lose that horny edge. I like making you do something right then, because I know you don't want to."
I nodded slowly, remembering how she finds it amusing.
"But you know what amazes me?" she asked. "That you always look back on it a few days later, and then tell me that making you do whatever it was, was the hottest thing ever. Why do you think that happens?"
I shook my head. "I don't know. The more I think back on it, the hotter is seems. Maybe it's because although I didn't want to at the time, when I think about it later, I'm thinking about it with my horny brain cells."
She snorted, then slipped off the bed and walked over to my dresser. She fished around in the back of the underwear drawer and pulled out my modified CB3000. The lock that I use when I'm testing some change that I've made was still attached. She undid the key and put it on the nightstand. Then she opened her jewelry box and pulled out her own lock, the one that I don't have the key for. Since I was already wearing the cuff ring around my cock and balls, she had all the pieces at her disposal. She put her lock on the nightstand, and rubbed the cage around my cock.
"Hard to believe that all that meat fits in there," she smiled. She put the cage down next to her lock and began to stroke me very lightly. I squirmed and made yummy noises..
"You know, I was thinking about that lately — how you get all hot and excited when you haven't come, and then right afterward you're not interested anymore. At least, not for a few days." She continued stroking my shaft lightly, and then looked up at me. "I think that's enough," she said, and sat back.
"Please," I begged, "You are going to let me come, aren't you?"
Once again, the wicked grin. "You know, I really was thinking about stroking you for a long time, and then stopping just as you came. You know, to ruin it for you."
I groaned, imagining the frustration.
"But then I decided that it would be too cruel. No, you're not going to come for a long time, and I want you to remember it." She shifted her body over to straddle my hips. The cuff ring around my cock and balls felt tighter; I looked down and saw it was purple and veiny, just the way she likes it. She rubbed a little lube on the tip of my engorged head, and lowered herself slowly onto me, pressing her hips down onto mine. I let out a low moan, and looked up at her, pleading.
She adopted a serious look, although she continued her slow grind. "I know you like to be surprised, but right now I'm going to tell you what's going to happen. You know why?"
I shook my head, trying to concentrate on not getting too close to coming.
"Because I like the idea of telling you ahead of time, knowing that you can't do anything about it." She reached forward to take my nipples between her fingers. I drew a breath as she squeezed. "I told you that you're going in the cage right after you come," she continued, "because I know that you don't actually enjoy going into the cage unless you're already a little aroused." She smiled. "That's kind of funny, when you think about it."
She raised her hips, and I strained upward to meet her. She carefully lowered herself until just the head was inside her. Frantically, I tried to push deeper, not wanting to lose contact. I was still filled with desire from our earlier lovemaking — I wanted to be buried deep inside her, but I didn't want to come... not yet, not yet.