See Educating Cassidy - C1 - Audition for the first part of the story. It does lay down some of the groundwork for this chapter that will help the reader understand a few things that are going on here.
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So Wednesday rolled around. I had gotten up and cleaned up after working out at the gym And was about to start grooming my crotch area when I realized that I couldn't do that if I was actually wearing the cock cage. So I decided I probably ought to wear the cage for the rest of the day. It wasn't going to be too much of an inconvenience, as my physical exertion for the day was pretty much done.
It wasn't exactly easy to get on, just the act of putting it on and what it represented for later in the day was starting to get me hot and bothered. It wasn't entirely comfortable, but it wasn't difficult to move around in either, so I was okay. At the appointed time I pulled the wine out of the refrigerator and set it up on the counter, open and with a couple glasses. I went to the bedroom and set it up the way it had been when she left, though I kept the curtain's closed and the lights on. I was wearing a pair of blue satin boxers, I'd gotten a three pack the last time I was out shopping. The cage was certainly keeping me in check, the first time I'd really felt constrained in it, since I was anticipating what was coming.
I heard the garage door opening, followed a couple minutes later by it closing again. And then footsteps coming down the hall, the carpet muffling them compared to the kitchen floor. And Gwen came into the room, wine in her hand. She was barefoot and wearing a dress. It was pretty form fitting and she really made it look good. The cage had to work hard as I pictured what was under it.
"I'm afraid things didn't work out the way I was planning. Cassidy had a mandatory meeting at the school for her spring break trip to Quebec with her French class. But I didn't feel right just canceling on you, particularly since I've got you caged. So I told my husband that I was working on a group assignment that slave driver Professor Al had stuck us with."
"Um yeah, well, about the cage. I'm not sure it is going to work out the way you were thinking. I get that you want to keep me safe, but it is likely to have the opposite effect from what you want in other respects."
"Go on... "
"Well, while it certainly prevents me from engaging with other women, or even myself, but it is going to make me overly sensitive when it is released. Not having any relief for a number of days, that first pop is going to happen awfully quickly. And I don't feel that I can really keep things clean with it in place, and I certainly can't trim any hairs."
"Valid points. But let's get you out of there and see what happens." She pulled the key out of her purse and proceeded to remove the cage. It wasn't easy as my cock was swelling as quick as it was able, mostly fueled by anticipation, but the view down the top of her dress wasn't helping any. By the time she had worked off the last ring from the tip it was at full capacity, and throbbing.
I was concentrating too hard on not over reacting to the fingers currently caressing my dick and balls to really reply. Even though I had only locked the cage in place earlier that day, the constant reminder of what was to come, as well as the non-stop stimulation it subjected me to were more than enough to prove my point. I was almost a perfect example of what I had just been talking about as I spewed in less than a minute.
"Yeah, that was pretty quick. Just thought it might be a good idea. Maybe I'll slap this on my husband and make him wear it for a few days. I did like the feeling of power it gave me, having this key. Just looking at it would get my juices flowing."
She cleaned up the mess with a combination of her tongue and a towel. Wiping her hands off she stood up on the bed over me and pulled her dress up over her head. Watching it climb up her thighs and reveal the blue panties was quite a treat. A bit further and the matching blue bra came into view. Surprisingly, I hardened up pretty quickly to the vision. Even though I wasn't fastened to the bed, I was frozen by her presence.