As I'm walking so sadly out of your bedroom you chance upon the plug still in my ass, "Mmmmmm. I almost forgot about that plug in your ass... We can discuss removing it in the morning. Oh, and Buttercup, if you try masturbating, I'll know; and you won't like the consequences... It will be much better for you if you just learn to deal with the ache you're going to be feeling tonight and don't even try to alleviate it on your own."
I'm doing my best to maintain a little dignity as I march myself away from you wearing nothing but women's clothes and a hard on. I'm just thinking about washing off this make-up and trying to fall asleep without violating any of your commands. The ache that you're guessing is in may balls is very real, and every one of your audible moans increases the intensity of my pain. All I want is to sink deeply into sleep- the ultimate painkiller.
I assume I've seen the last of you for the night, as I turn on my little faucet and lather my face. The make-up comes off easily in the warm water and I remove the blonde wig and hang it on a hook on the wall. I then remove all the clothes you gave me, and now I'm wearing nothing but the plug. I crawl like a dog into the bed and try to find a comfortable sleeping position, but the bed seems cold and strange to my freshly-shaved skin.
When I get quiet and still, I can hear your moans from your room- teasing me. I try to drift, but the throbbing reminders being delivered from my crotch are loud and insistent.
I fantasize about barging into your master suite unannounced, holding down your wrists, and plunging into you without consent. This image sustains me in an artificial kind-of way, but ultimately, only emphasizes the reality of my helplessness. I am in here, and you are in there, and I am beginning to recognize that you control me completely.
***
Sometime during the night, I'm awoken by a cold feeling. Then as I come around to my senses- I nearly have a heart attack. Not only do I find myself in a strange bed in a strange room, somebody seems to be in it with me. I scramble over to the bedside lamp and twist it on. Its you.
"I was too worried about those night-time temptations... and brought you this..." you explain.
You hold up the all-too-familiar sight- the cock cage. Without waiting for a response, you crawl over to my crotch and with your special skill, tuck first one testicle then the other through the retention ring. My balls are very sore but your every touch is- it's beyond my ability to protest anyway. as you thread my astonishingly flaccid cock through you talk soothingly as you work with my tender box, "I was just lying there in my post-orgasmic bliss... and thinking about my poor lonely Buttercup aching away with nothing to help her stay chaste. Then it hit me, I should just put this cage back on you and take away that horrible, oppressive temptation. See? Isn't that better already, Buttercup?"
You don't wait for me to respond before clicking the little lock shut once again.
"Yes, my Queen," I say with a sad sigh.
"I know you would have obeyed me anyway, but at least this way, you wont have the added stress of having to maintain that will-power."
You smile your I'm-impossible-to-resist smile. I lay there feeling your warmth covering my legs and stare at my caged beast. You're wearing the key around your neck again; it hangs down inches above my flesh.
"I brought another surprise in here for you..." you say happily as you wag a little side to side. You pull off the covers completely and roll over to reveal something perplexing. In my half-awake state, it looks like you've somehow managed to change genders. A thick pink cock protrudes from your crotch.
"I've decided to remove your butt plug a little earlier than I intended, Buttercup, but you may not like my reason."
