Kneeling before my Ex exactly one week after she had discovered my chastity device and taken the key, along with several compromising photos on her phone, I was ready to do anything she asked.
I know she had said all those things about keeping me locked up for a month with no orgasms, but I told myself this was only a temporary deal and she'd soon get bored and move on to something else.
If you end up in this scenario, be warned that the skin under your scrotum will likely be sore and even a bit raw after a couple days in this particular device. The skin needs to become accustomed to the foreign material that has suddenly become its best friend. I even read that the skin is actually stretching in this area, which causes the mild burning feeling.
Of course, my research also said to explore this slowly and to take off the device periodically to help get through the adjustment period. My Ex had no tolerance for that and said I would just have to take it and maybe after a week she'd let me out to clean everything. I was hoping it'd be an unlocking for good.
I was ready to do anything to be let out of the chastity device. Everything was making me horny, but all that did was tighten the cage around my cock and balls. The cage was just small enough that I had no ability to get an orgasm. And unbeknown to my Ex, I had actually tried several times with a vibrating massager to achieve some sense of relief, but to no avail. I had actually thought I was getting close with one attempt, but after several minutes I realized I would not be able to get any further. The device was just too restraining.
She had followed up with her end, coming over after work and allowing me the opportunity to worship her smelly, pantyhose clad feet. Of course, I had to clean her shoes off with my tongue and endure a long session of smelling her socks.
The torture of arousal caused by the restraining cock cage was never lost, and even long after she had left I would wake up randomly in the night with a cock trying to get hard. I would dream of her legs in those tan pantyhose, only to wake with the rude realization that no relief could be achieved.
Every time she and her boyfriend had sex she'd call my phone so I could listen, knowing I wouldn't be able to help myself. All the while my cock strained, squeezed, and begged for relief inside the tight confines of the cage.
Perhaps the hardest part about this arrangement was going back to work and trying to ignore the thing. To me, it felt like I was wearing a huge sign that said, "COCK IN CAGE, PLEASE LOOK!" but in reality, nothing about my crotch stood out any more than it had before I was in chastity. It was all in my mind, but I was still worried someone might see something.
She had also decided I was to wear pantyhose and panties instead of my usual man underwear since I couldn't go to work dressed up as a maid. The sensual rubbing of nylon against my pants plus the knowledge of my predicament almost drove me insane with frustration, but I did have a slight reprieve.
Luckily, once I was involved with projects at work I was able to forget about the cage and therefore have some moments of peace. However, my Ex would routinely ruin this by sending me random pictures of her feet in pantyhose or full body shots of her in some cute outfit. Always, with a caption referencing my inability to cum or have any say when I get to orgasm again. Sometimes she'd even demand a picture of my locked up cock, forcing me to excuse myself to the nearest restroom and snap one for her.
And so I knelt before her, dressed as she had requested in my corset, nylons, and heels, completely humiliated, horny, and ready to do anything to get out of the cage.
"A whole week without an orgasm. This must be a big deal for you, isn't it?" she asked, teasingly. "And I'm sure you're betting that I'm tired of this and will let you out, aren't you?"
Damn it, she did this when we were dating, too. She was too good at her psychoanalysis. She seemed to know what I was thinking or was going to think before I even had the chance to conjure the thought myself.
Her nylons were especially ripe tonight. She must have been working a dozen tables, walking extra steps in those socks and shoes. The sweat mingled with the nylon, creating a perfume I couldn't assuage, though I tried in vain with my tongue and lips.
"Oh my, you have extra enthusiasm tonight, don't you? Is this really what happens when you keep a guy in chastity for a whole week? Really, us girls can go a lot longer than a week without an orgasm before we start acting all squirrely. Men truly are governed by their primitive desire to have an orgasm. You take that away and then you can do whatever you want!" she said with excitement.
Her legs shimmered in the light of my apartment, and I ravenously fed my fetish for nylons and feet by worshipping every inch of hers. The fact this was my Ex only added to the arousal kept at bay by the chastity cage locked securely on my cock. Without it, I would have been cuming time and time again in this scenario.
I still couldn't believe she had gotten a job at Hooters until she had let it slip it was her new boyfriend's request. He had said if she was going to be waiting tables, she better be looking hot and making money while doing it. The guy was starting to sound like more of a douche every time I heard a story with him. Still, he obviously had the body and the will to make my Ex his little submissive partner. This, I had been able to deduce, was why she was so into keeping me as her submissive bitch. We had done our power play games when we dated and I could never tell whether she enjoyed being dominated or doing the dominating.
So I realized I was actually her outlet for the dominant desires she still had and couldn't help but having. Her current boyfriend would never, ever consent to being locked inside a chastity cage and wear sissy girl outfits. But my Ex knew I would be totally into it. Her discovering my experimentation into chastity must have been a glorious moment for her, knowing she had the perfect outlet for domination while keeping her boyfriend happy with his dominance over her.
"It's just too easy to do this to you," my Ex said. "All I need to do is wear pantyhose and you're automatically at my feet."
"Please, it's been a week," I tried to beg.
"Um, no!" was her quick response. "You do remember this is a month long ordeal. You are NOT getting an orgasm today, do you understand me?" she said grabbing my face.
