This happened a few days after the last session; I just didn't have time to post in the moment. ๐ฅฐ So enjoy; unlike Luke, you don't have to wait for it ๐ซข
Short Story:
After some time of near-complete denial, I wanted to overwhelm him. So, I pulled out hot lingerie and edged him until he was dripping precum all over my hands ๐
Long Story:
After the last session, I continued to deny him most of the direct touches, so he'll get more receptive to them ๐ I was only touching him through the clothes. Though, that's not that usual for me, as I love to grab the cage through the jeans to feel the steel all the time. I was about to say to feel his dick, but it's mostly balls. Haha. When nobody's looking, I love to slide more directly in his pants and feel him strain in my hand, but I did hold back for a few days. I wanted to mess with him, to give him time to think about how lucky he is that I do play with his dick at all. Even if I keep him caged and denied.
I wanted to completely overwhelm him later. So, when I called him over to my place to play, I had the lingerie under my clothes. Once he went through the doors, I quickly dropped everything on the floor and gave him a deep French kiss. I thought his cage was goign to burst right there. Once again, completely convinced that giving him a ruined orgasm was the right call, as he's so much more sensitive to my teasing ๐คญ. But otherwise he had no idea if that's all, or what's going to happen next, because I rarely tell him anything about what my plans are.
To be fair, sometimes It's a struggle for me as well. I know that he's going to love it, and I feel giddy about it days in advance ... well, at least when I do have a plan, because I don't always have one. But when I do, I can't wait for it. We don't get to see each other every day, so I have to wait, and often, I am so close to letting him know, as I am terrible at keeping secrets. ๐ Luckily, even when I do tell him on occasion, it fuck with his head in another way, so it's all good. Can't lose with chastity. Well, at least as a keyholder.๐
I told him to lie down on the chair, and I sat on top of him, with nothing on but very provocative lingerie. It's been a while since we touched skin on skin, and with the deep kiss before, I could tell he was bursting to get out of the cage. Of course I couldn't just unlock him right away; I've been waiting the same time as he was, so I was savoring the moment. Watching the anticipation in him, that unspoken question if it's finally time to unlock him and play with him skin on skin, or if I have some other devious plan in mind. I gave him a few slaps on the balls, so he wouldn't get overly excited, though I am not sure it helped.๐คญ And then I finally unlocked the cage. He quickly popped out of it, but as he was straining for a while, the cage was biting onto his semi-hard dick.
I could tell by his expression that he's beyond ecstatic. But his penis was a little limp. I bet if I jerked it really quickly, I could've made him cum before he had a chance to even get fully hard.๐ That's exactly what I mean when I say that after longer denial, the penis might get a little slow to get hard. I think that's also where the shrinking "myth" comes from. Ironically enough, keeping the cage ring on helped him to get hard fast enough. Funny how it's part of the same device, one that usually keeps him from getting even a hint of an erection, as is squishing his penis to the size of a bigger clit๐คญ
Anyway, my goal was very simple; I wanted to completely overwhelm him. So I took off the bra, I played with my tits, I unlocked his cage, and I edged him until he was dripping ropes of precum all over. Yes, I could've condensed the story into a single sentence, but to me, everything that precedes our date is part of it as well. I love chastity as it extends the time for erotic play from a single moment to days. It's one ongoing tease. Me telling him what's going to happen, me not telling him, sending him pictures or purposefully not sending him anything, touching him, or denying him direct touch ... anything done with intention. The teasing doesn't end when I make him put on his pants and send him home. No. He has to think about what he saw, what he felt, how I smelled or tasted, and he gets to dream about it, while I get to scheme what's next. I love it. There's nothing like it. ๐