The next morning was very rough. I was a bit stiff from sleeping on the air mat at the foot of Brit's bed, but I slept ok when all things were considered. I tossed and turned much of the night due to the mental and physical distractions of the cage on my dick, but I did sleep. I was up before Jess or Brit, so I quietly strung out my leash so I could get to the bathroom and pee without waking them. I laid back down in the bed after grabbing my phone, and I killed time on it until they woke.
Then my daily morning boner tried to crash the slumber party!
My dick pressed hard against it's cage to no avail. That thing was not going to allow a boner, no matter how much that boner insisted. I didn't know what to do to ease the pressure and tightness, so I started reading news articles from a certain news source that generally made me angry. I wont say which one, but reading their obvious and blatant bias of the "news" of the day was enough to keep the boner at bay.
Turns out its hard to stay hard when frustrating yourself with "news" bordering on political propaganda. It was a godsend for me then, and a trick I used more than once while wearing the cage.
Jess woke up next and used the bathroom, but Brit didn't wake up for another hour. I was up at 7:30, but Brit didn't wake until around 8:20.
I had decided I was going to consider my time in chastity as my sentence for serving a crime, and that time was pretty rough the rest of the morning too.
It hurt again when Brit got up: I couldn't help but to look at her ass when she walked to the bathroom and I couldn't help but gawk at her bare belly and boobs when she came out. All four keys were right where we left them the night before. That hurt to see, but with a little focus I got over it.
There wasn't much conversation, we talked a bit about our situation, Brit asked how "little Kyle was liking his new home", and we all went downstairs and ate breakfast like old friends. It was nice, but also a bit odd at the same time. It wasn't a bad odd, but it felt as if there were a literal elephant in the room we were all just ignoring. The elephant existed in the form of last night's events: Brit gave me a blow job, Jess ate Brit's pussy until she came and I sucked on her titties. Not to mention Brit still wore two of the three keys to my chastity cage.
After breakfast we left and went home. We treated it as a normal Sunday when we have no plans. Work on Monday went as normal as it could despite me being on edge about not cumming, having a boner, or even playing with my dick at all since Saturday night. I had to tape the padlock so it would not click or clack as it bounced off the plastic cage. I can't have a friend or co-worked asking what that clicking is that's coming from my pants.
I also didn't realize how much I touched my dick in the average day!
I'm not a perve, I don't have a death grip on it 24/7, but not being able to touch it at all was very, very difficult.
"You really don't know how much you miss something until it's gone." I said out loud Monday on my way home from work. I had heard that phrase all my life, but now I finally knew how true it was.
But, despite this, I settled into a rhythm for those first few days. The mornings even got easier as I immediately turned to my phone for the day's "news". I was good until Wednesday evening, that was another level of difficulty and being uncomfortable.
We got a text from a neighbor (not Brit) that some of them were on his front lawn having a drink and that we should walk over. So, we leashed Banjo and walked over. As soon as I turned the corner I think I blushed: Brit was there. Her back was turned to us, but it was obviously her as no other women in the neighborhood are 6' 2". Lucky for me, we were still two houses away so no one saw me blush (if I even did).
'Good deal, her shirt hangs down past her ass. No one can see my key on her belly ring.' I thought, suddenly relieved that I would not be able to see it either. I knew she had no desire to tell neighbors about our.... situation, and I didn't want to have that conversation or address any part of it.
We stopped, said hi, and inserted ourselves in the circle that was six people strong. When I looked over, I saw that only Brit's outer shirt was long: underneath the unbuttoned shirt that hung past her ass was a blue belly shirt that showed off her belly button and the belly ring that one of my keys hung from.
My first instinct was to panic, but I tried my best to play it cool and concentrate on not getting a hard on at the site of her in a belly shirt wearing my key. After a minute or two I was fine, and the conversation went on with no one noticing my discomfort.
Then I had this overwhelming urge to get a hard on. The pressure built very quickly after the panic subsided, and it was truly awful.
The pressure of my dick fighting so hard to stand erect in all it's glory was so bad it nearly forced me to bend over like I was trying to touch my toes. I didn't know if that would help, but I thought maybe changing the angle of my torso might help ease the tension. I almost tried, the I worried I may not be able to stand up straight again!
I forced myself to focus on other things and I looked away at a neighbors house, and after a short time I felt ok.
'Thank God....' I thought silently as I laughed at a joke someone told. 'This is tough! I gotta keep control here! Don't screw this up Kyle! You got this!!' I continued to think, psyching myself up to handle the situation without doing anything weird or looking awkward.
The way she so flamboyantly showed off her belly and my chastity key was so hard to handle mentally without getting hard. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn't care who saw the key. The power play, confidence and bit of arrogance to do this in front of our neighbors was crazy sexy to me.
It got harder a few minutes later when Claire, who lived at the house, came out with her 6 year old boy and her 10 year old girl. The girl, Tiffany, was the type of kid who did not know a stranger, was super social, and never had much of a filter. She did not help me out:
"Britney is that a key on your belly ring? What does it go to? It makes a super cute belly ring! Mom: look!" she continued, pointing it out to the group as if they all had not noticed the pretty girl's bare belly on their own. "Mom: I want a key on a belly ring! When can I do that? Mom. MOM!!"
"Tiff!" Claire said as she put a calming hand on her daughter's shoulder. "First, don't point. If you want to know more about something, ask politely."
'Damn it, Claire!!' I thought. 'Why couldn't you shut this down and tell her not to be rude.'
Instead, little Tiffany calmed herself and politely pressed with her question. This drew everyone's gaze to Brit's belly.
"Well sweetie I'm not sure what it goes too? I have had it forever, and it was on a necklace I got at some second hand pawn shop back in high school. I remember the store, but I'm not sure I remember where it was?. The necklace broke, but I always thought the key was a super cute piece of jewelry, so I put it on this belly chain."
"But what does it GO to? A lock or a door or what?" Tiff continued, stressing the word "go" for effect. She was killing me, now Brit was playing with the dangling chain and rubbing the key with her fingers.
"Well, I'm sure it went to something very important at one point, but it's just a key now. I'm glad you think it's cute, I think it's cute too! What do the rest of you guys think? Do you all like it?" Brit said as she looked at everyone.
When it was my turn to talk, I had to answer. I ended up quickly saying "Yeah, it is pretty cute. I've never seen keys worn as jewelry." while praying to God it didn't sound awkward.
The conversation about Brit's belly chain and my chastity key went on for a few more minutes as Tiff was apparently enthralled with it and my dick was hell bent on staring at the sky. The pressure and pain stuck around despite my best efforts to focus on other things, but it was too much with everyone talking about her belly chain, looking at her belly chain, and her playing with the key. It also didn't help that she had on skin tight khaki capri pants and flip flops that really accentuated her bare feet and freshly painted blue toenails.
God finally took mercy on me as another kid came into view and Tiff ran off to play.
It took quite a bit of will power to keep a hard on down even after the conversation moved away from Brit's sexy abs and the key to my torment.
That gathering at the neighbors was roughly 45 minutes of hell: trying to be normal and social while my dick raged to break free from it's cage and super sexy Brit looking super sexy with my key on her bare belly getting stared at and talked about by everyone. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when someone announced they were leaving and Jess echoed them so we could walk home.
"How was that babe?" she asked as we got home and closed the front door. "was that hard on your...." She asked, trailing off with her question while looking at my crotch as she asked.
"Oh God it was awful! Tiff.... Why couldn't you just let it go? You're a great kid but you were killing me!"
