Four days; I've dealt with four grueling days of not being able to touch myself. Jesus, how can anyone even do this with out even going insane?! Ever since I crossed paths with that dominating bimbo, my entire routine had changed. And to be honest, I was surprised at how much sex was in my life. From the moment I woke up to the second I crashed and fell asleep, my mind was very frequently in the gutter, wandering when I was going to get some ass or where can I go to beat one off real quick. These past four days were really showing me how much of a slut I really was.
The fucking chastity device wasn't helping at all. I couldn't do anything to relieve myself or even satisfy my hunger for sex. All I could do was wait for that bitch to finally give me my key. And then, I can finally take this ding off once and for all. But right now, I had to occupy myself. And I made sure I was occupied all the time. Cleaning the room, taking walks, making sure all my errands were done, I did anything that came up in my mind so I wasn't thinking about dick. Hell, I even got to work on a lot of projects that I slacked off on. It's been a while since I went searching for a mattress. My last one sadly has a few broke springs. But that tale behind it brought upon the wrong kind of good memories.
And to top it all off, the only thing I have on her is her number to a phone that doesn't even call back. It's not like I can rush back to her house and get a hold of her there, especially after she told me she was going to break the key if she even saw me near her house. But it also sparked more questions about her. Whoever she was, she must have known that I bought a cock cage as well as where to find me. I keep to myself a lot. So, meeting me by public means is out of the question. Maybe she's a stalker? No, that couldn't be. She would have known a lot more than just my purchase. Thoughts of the blond hair woman breaking into my apartment started to rise up. And I dashed the ideas before my cock got too happy. So creepy stalker was well out of the question and being a snoop was also. There was the chance she was the one to sell me the device.
...wait a second... selling...the purchase...
Instantly, I rushed to my computer and powered it on. The idea was burning in my head, driving me to move faster. The moment the desk top appeared on screen, my fingers went wild, typing madly, taking me to the website where this all started in the first place.
Subtoolbox.com
In all honesty, this site is amazing. Before I even decided to make a purchase on here, I would always skim the catalog, looking at the hundreds and hundreds of toys to choose from. Buttplugs, vibrators, edible underwear, the site had it all. Hell, even going back to this place was making me drool inside. But sadly, everything was so high priced. And that was the downside to it. Even my purchase took a good bit of saving before I decided to the decision. But on the flipside, it was all high quality, well made. Still, if only I had a bit more extra for a new flesh light.
All right Jared. That's enough gawking at toys. I scrolled down the website to the customer service page, quickly found the number for one of the representatives and dialed it on to my phone. There was an email address for it also. But I have no patience to wait for a message. The phone rang once before an automated voice sounded off.
"Welcome to the subtoolbox customer line. Your call is very important to us. Pleased hold on the line and a representative will be there shortly to assist you." It's odd hearing a seductive female speaking those words. But it was more odd hearing that I had to wait. Who else was in the same boat as me? Then again, do I really want to know? Bondage gear is already intimidating as it tis. I waited for a good while before a new voice rang from my phone.
"Subtoolbox customer service. How can I help you?"
She caught me off guard for a second. But I managed to speak up.
"Uh yeah. I just have a problem." I inquired.
"Sure. What can I help you with?"
"Well uh... you see." A frog was clogging my throat. Damn it, my shyness was getting to me. Come on, time to man up. Your dick is on the line. "It's a little embarrassing to say." I finally said. "But I think I lost the key to my chastity device and I'm sort of locked up at the moment." I gave an uneasy chuckle only adding more to my awkwardness.
The woman on the other side continued. "Not to worry. All our starter locks for our chastity devices are made entirely out of plastic to ensure that these situations don't have happen."
My brow quirked, confused. As she kept on explaining I started to feel the lock's material, rubbing a thumb against it. "It's metal." I commented, stopping the lady from her instructions on how to cut the lock.
"I'm sorry?" the female asked.
"My lock is made out of metal." I reinstated. "What do I do then?" there was a long pause before she spoke again, causing me to bite my lip. This wasn't a good sign.
"It shouldn't be. The locks that are shipped with our chastity devices are plastic." She said.
"Well this one definitely feels like some sort of steel."
"May I ask what the lock looks like?"
I glanced down again, undoing my pants to check my claim. After a few seconds, I relayed the message. It was a pink metal lock with the shape of a heart embedded on the surface. And to be perfectly honest, I didn't know how embarrassing this was to have this on my cage until I blurted it out to the lady on the other line. Life just gets better and better for me by the day. There was another long pause.
"I'm sorry. But that doesn't seem like one of our locks."
