Tuesday
The alarm at last. I've been awake ages. Desperate for the toilet but unable to move as I'm still chained to the bed. You stir and snooze the alarm without even lifting your had from the pillow. You squirm back into me, rubbing your ass against my cock which immediately stiffens. You reach behind you and squeeze my cock and then very slowly and lightly start to stroke it. Up and down from the base to the head, barely making contact. Insufferably teasing. My cock bulges in a failed attempt to fill the gap in your hand and so elicit a firmer stroking.
After a couple of minutes you move your hand down and gently squeeze my balls. Each one in turn. Testing the shape and weight of each. Your hand moves between my legs and pushes at the base of the plug. Forcing it deeper which presses it against my bladder increasing my urgency in needing the toilet. I know I need to wait until the next alarm. There's no way you'd get out of bed before. You move your hand back round to my cock and start playing with just the head. Squeezing it and running your nails over the sensitive surface. I sense you've moved your other hand between your legs. Within in a few minutes your hand has forgotten about my cock, your concentration fixed on your own pleasure. It's frustrating to watch you, powerless to help, powerless to hp myself.
You cum moments before the alarm goes off again. You switch it off. Roll over and put two fingers into my mouth. I lick greedily, enjoying the taste of you. You uncuff me from the bed and then lead me into the bathroom. I wait on my knees outside the bathroom while you use the toilet. The same toilet I had voluntarily flushed my head in last night for your amusement (and if I'm honest, my pleasure at the humiliation).
Once you have finished you call me in. Usually you would be getting into the shower while I get to you relieve my bladder but instead you are still sitting on the toilet. You beckon me over.
"Lick." you say and move forward on the seat so your pussy is presented to me.
I crawl over to you and although this is something I never done before, without hesitation begin to lick your dirty pussy. I can taste the urine mixed in with the taste of sex. I can't say it as the taste particularly as much as the feeling of doing something naughty that makes my deflating hard-on suddenly re-inflate.
After just a few seconds you get up, stepping over me and head into the shower saying, "Good, that'll save on some toilet paper."
I sit on the toilet, waiting for my erection to soften so I can relieve my very full bladder. I think about what you just said. It seemed to indicate that this would become a regular occurrence. This was surprising to me as when we'd discussed boundaries and limits, neither of us had really expressed a preference or desire to explore this type of play or service. But as I sat the thinking about it, the possibilities seemed to excite me. I couldn't wait again to perform this service for you.
By the time you come out of the shower I'd managed to relieve myself. You wrap a towel around yourself disappear into the bedroom for a moment before reappearing with my chastity device. You hand it to me.
"Put it on." you say.
You enjoy seeing me struggle to fit my cock into the cage. It takes a few minutes of struggling to get it on. The act itself always seems to encourage a hard-on. Once in place, you bend over and attach and close the padlock.
You kiss me and then say "You can take the plug out. "before heading off into the bedroom to get dressed.
I take the plug out, which is some relief after it being in all night although I feel strangely empty without it. After my shower I dress. The cage ally doesn't show so it is discreet enough to wear at work. It gives us both a perverse thrill to know I'm sitting in management meetings, meeting customers or discussing personal development with my reportees while wearing the device and/or a butt plug.
