Today, however, Svetlana was in an upbeat mood, and allowed the cage to cool for the full twenty minutes. My hands were still tied behind my back, to prevent me from making any stupid decisions. She went and retrieved the cock-cage and a large bag of ice from the freezer. I hated this part but knew exactly what was expected of me. Svetlana placed the bag of ice on a wooden chair, and I sat down on it.
Oh fuck! No matter how many times I did this, the shock was still incredible. The ice was really uncomfortable to sit on, as it started to freeze my nuts and asshole. It did an incredible job of making an erection disappear within a couple of minutes, but I just couldn't wait to get off that fucking chair.
As soon as my cock was flaccid, and my balls had tried to get up into my body seeking warmth, she would lock me back in the cage. Her soft manicured hands would feel so warm to the touch. She would handle me so gently as she knelt before me. All that I could think about was her cutting me some slack, and jerking me off to an orgasm. It would have only taken a few seconds, for sure. Of course, it never happened.
Svetlana would close the cage and get her neck uncomfortably close to my cock, in order to lock it with her key. Then, knowing the effect she had on me, she would remain on her knees and look up at me. Her eyes were naturally green. However, Adrian had purchased her the exact same shade of blue eye contacts that my wife wore. Svetlana wore those daily at work now.
As she knelt before me, I also noticed that her light brown hair was several shades lighter. She looked great as a dirty blonde, and I wondered if Adrian was transitioning her into a platinum blonde, like Stacey and, more recently, my wife. Svetlana was on her feet now, mocking me with her piercing blue eyes. My cock was warming up to room temperature and blood was flowing to it as it tried to get erect.
Svetlana dismissed with a slap on my ass and a cheerful "see you tomorrow morning!"
Over the weeks Svetlana changed. She did eventually end up with platinum blonde hair, and she was growing it out now. She looked fantastic with straight, almost white hair, flowing half way down her back. She was also obsessed with her weight and working out. She already had a dynamite body, but as she continued to tone it, she took on the appearance of a fitness model. Her abs were fantastic, and she took to wearing crop-tops to display them.
Next up for the young Czech girl were hair extensions, and that made her even hotter. I was hard anytime I was in her presence, albeit crammed into the cock-cage, that bit into my cock when it tried to get erect.
Svetlana ended up taking two weeks off of work at the beginning of the summer. My cock-cage inspections and cleaning were handled by Adrian's part-time nurse, Mary, and were much less enjoyable. She was way too professional and never took the gloves off. She had also figured out that the key could be removed from the chain. So she didn't need to kneel in front of me to unlock the cage.
She would have me lie on the table in the games room and give me a very clinical inspection, without coming close to me. If the cage needed cleaning, she would toss me some wet wipes to clean my genitalia, while the cage was off. I missed Svetlana's soft touch.
When Svetlana returned to work she had undergone a physical transformation, and looked like a total bimbo. She had enhanced her breasts through surgery, had collagen lip injections, and her eyebrows were tattooed. She looked harder, like a porn star but so fucking sexy. She had lost a couple more pounds, and was very proud to be almost at her goal weight.
The first time she knelt before me to inspect my cock-cage was really painful for me. Her hair was almost white, her eyes piercing blue, and she was so lean and toned. My cock was straining against the cage, especially when she decided it needed sterilizing. Watching her fish the key out from between her recently enhanced breasts, was awesome.
I figured Adrian was fucking Svetlana, as he had paid for her new look. What guy drops six thousand dollars on a set of bolt-ons for someone he is not fucking? Anyway, I found out a few days later, when I walked in on them at the pool house. I was just following my daily check list, and the next item was replacing the pool heater filter.
I entered the pool house to find Adrian fucking Svetlana in the guest bedroom. They were under the covers in the missionary position. Adrian's muscular back was exposed, and Svetlana's manicured fingertips were visible, as she caressed the back of his neck while they kissed. The rest of their bodies were hidden under the duvet. Even though I was no longer permitted to fuck Sara, as far as I knew Adrian and her were monogamous. Well, other than when he gifted her to other men. But he wasn't supposed to be fucking anyone else.
"What the hell are you doing, Adrian?" I asked in an uncharacteristic challenge of him. "You are not supposed to be fucking other women. I am going to tell Sara."
"Sara already knows all about Svetlana," Adrian responded calmly. "She is fine with it as Svetlana has been tested."
For the first time since he started to blackmail me, I challenged him.
