Michael was mowing the lawn when she called. Slowly he had been crossing the small lawn, pushing the mower at comfortable pace chosen to avoid sweating too much in the warm summer afternoon heat. The quiet mower whirred, clipping the few grass blades that had grown tall enough to reach its rotating blades. Luckily, the mower did not prevent him from hearing the cell phone in his pocket when it rang.
"Hello slut," he heard Mistress Katie's voice in his ear, "are you behaving yourself?"
"Hello Mistress Katie," he spoke softly, glancing towards the fences around the yard to see if he had been overheard, "yes ma'am, I have been behaving?"
"Good boy, not too uncomfortable after only two days in your cage are you?"
"No Mistress," Michael whispered, " I am comfortable."
"Wonderful, clean yourself up, prepare yourself like last time, and I'll be there in an hour."
"Yes ma'am," he responded eagerly, his imagination causing his cock to throb slightly in its confinement.
Michael was tending house alone while his wife Domina was away for seven weeks of summer classes. She had arranged for Mistress Katie to visit occasionally and to ensure Michael was behaving himself, which really meant to ensure his continuing arousal and frustration with teasing and chastity play. Two days earlier, Mistress Katie had visited, and after a thorough teasing session during which she enjoyed two very nice orgasms while Michael throbbed in his cage, she had left him locked in his chastity device.
Normally, his Mistress wife would trust him to keep the key to his chastity cage, trusting him to remove it when physical activities or hygiene dictated it to be a sensible course of action. But not this time, Mistress Katie had removed the lock, replacing it with a numbered plastic tag that he couldn't remove without destroying the tag, or the trust placed in him to wait for release.
The psychological difference that small plastic tag made was palpable. It tormented Michael with a devilish balance between being trusted with a key to his chastity cage, and being locked up with the key under Mistress Katie's control. The tag might be easily removable, but he would only do that in an emergency. Until Mistress Katie returned to remove it, he would submit to Domina's will and behave himself for Mistress Katie. Not knowing how long he'd have to wait was all part of the tease, slowly building anticipation could be so delicious when the potential rewards could be so intense.
Locking the mower in the garden shed, Michael went into the house to shower. He stood under the warm water, feeling it flow over his muscles as his mind raced over the many possibilities which a visit from Mistress Katie might bring. His cock, secure in the cage, throbbed as the water ran through the holes in the plastic to wash his cock within its confinement.
Michael recalled Mistress Katie's instructions from her last visit. He had been ordered to be naked, with wrist and ankle manacles in place, blindfolded, and, with his cock already caged, laying on Domina's king-size bed. He lay on the bed, listening, as Mistress Katie had let herself in with the key Domina had given her. She had only to clip the straps on the four corners of the bed to his manacles to secure him for teasing. And then she had played with her bound slut, teasing him and his caged cock as she rode his tongue to two delightful orgasms for herself. Finally, before she released him from his bondage, Mistress Katie had removed the lock from his cage and replaced it with that devilish little plastic tag.
Michael's cock throbbed in its cage as he thought of Mistress Katie's teasing. He wondered if he was going to be released during this visit, or if it would lead to a further period of chastity. Either way, he found the anticipation arousing in itself, and he would submit to Mistress Katie's desires.
Michael's ears perked up when he heard the front door close. Mistress Katie's heels clicked on the wood floor as she came down the hall into the master bedroom. He remained still and silent as she wordlessly secured him to the bed with the four straps, snapping each one onto his wrist and ankle manacles and ensuring they were tight enough to satisfy her preferences. Once that was done he felt her lower herself onto the bed beside him.
"Hello slut," she whispered, "did you miss me?"
"Yes Mistress," Michael replied.
"I bet you thought about me playing with your cock, didn't you?"
"Yes ma'am," he replied hoarsely, "I did."
"Have you been good enough to deserve cumming today?"
"I have tried to behave Mistress, but it is your decision if I have been good enough."
"Mmmmm, that's right," Mistress Katie chuckled, "and I haven't quite decided yet. Perhaps we'll see how much fun I can have with you first."
Michael moaned softly as he felt Mistress Katie's fingertips slowly explore his chest. As her fingertips circled his nipples, his chest rose to meet her touch. She smiled, unseen by him, as she teased and pinched each nipple, her pussy moistening at his submissive reaction to her alternating gentle and stern touches.
Without warning Mistress Katie stopped and rolled away from her bound slut. Easing herself off the bed she slipped her heels off so that Michael could not track her movements around the room by their clicking heels. Working quickly, she opened her bag and brought out the things she needed for her plan. Some items she placed between Michael spread legs; others went on a chair at the foot of the bed. Michael's only clue that something was going on was hearing water being run in the en-suite bathroom until, as a final preparatory step, Mistress Katie slipped off his blindfold.
Michael looked up at his dominant Mistress. She stood beside the bed, dressed in a set of pale blue nurse's scrubs. In one hand she held the blindfold she had just removed from his eyes, and in the other a pair of bandage scissors.
"You'll see," she announced, "that I intend to cut the tag and remove your cage. I do expect you to behave and there will be no cumming without permission. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am," Michael responded quickly.
"And you may be wondering," she continued, "why I am dressed like this. It's because we have some maintenance to do before we play. You just need to be quiet, lie still and let me work."
With that she turned and moved to the foot of the large bed. Sitting between his legs she leaned forward and he listened as the heavy scissors snapped the heavy plastic strap on the locking tag. Michael moaned softly as he felt Mistress Katie dismantle and remove the chastity cage from his cock. She placed the pieces of the cage on the Mattress as she removed them.
