The next morning Kaitlyn called David, just like she did most days. She told him not to mention his chastity or how he was feeling about having his cock locked up.
"I am not in the mood to hear about it right now," she explained. "So just keep it to yourself."
The day passed without much incident, for Kaitlyn at least.
For David, there were a lot of struggles, ranging from random attempts by his cock to get hard in its cage, to the realization that every time he needed to go to the bathroom, he was going to have to use the stall and sit down.
As she was getting off work, she sent David a text. "Why don't you come over tonight? 9:00?"
His answer was immediate and enthusiastic.
The hours passed slowly for David, but at 9:00 sharp he was at the door, flowers in hand, ringing the bell.
"It's open," Kaitlyn called from inside.
He stepped in, just as he had done every time before, but this time something felt different. He slipped off his shoes and found Kaitlyn in the kitchen cooking.
"So," she started, "How was your day?" She was smiling, as she stirred the pot.
David laughed. "Frustrating, I guess you could say."
"Good," she responded. "I am ready to talk about it."
David took a deep breath and started to speak. He didn't know what he was going to say, but some of it surprised him. He told her about the frustration, the desperation, and how controlled he felt. How it excited him to be so helpless. How he loved knowing his most intimate area was no longer under his control.
She smiled.
"So you love it?" she said laughing softly.
He nodded. "And I hate it too. It is hard to explain." There was a brief pause. "So when are you going to unlock it?" he asked.
"Well," Kaitlyn explained calmly, "I haven't decided. A lot depend on how things go, how you respond, whether I get what I need from you." "At this point," he joked, "I'll do anything you want."
"Well that is just it, David," she continued. "It isn't doing things. I mean don't get me wrong. I like it when you do things. I like it when you obey me. That excites me. But what I want from you is something much deeper. I want you to truly feel helpless and desperate for me. I thought about this a lot last night. I want to see you break down. I want you to suffer for me."
She dipped her finger in the saucepan and held it up to David's lips. "Taste this. Too salty?"
He swallowed hard and licked the tip of her finger. "No, it's perfect."
"It's perfect what?" she scolded him.
"It's perfect. . . . Miss," he added.
She smiled and he blushed, shifting his weight back and forth nervously. His cock started to strain in its cage.