COCK CAGE JOURNAL – DAY 53

COCK CAGE JOURNAL – DAY 53

COCK CAGE JOURNAL – DAY 53

 

I feel like every Friday is ANOTHER office birthday party. If I keep eating all of these birthday cakes and snacks, I may have to ask my tailor to let out all of my suits. But it will have to wait until Mistress M unlocks me from my cock cage because I have been wearing CB-X 6000 for 53 days. I am really close to the 60 day goal. Over the past few weeks I have grown accustomed to the discomfort but i am ready to let go.

 

Susan from accounting insisted that we do a department potluck for Juan’s birthday. I didn’t want to cook so I just bought a pasta salad from the deli. Juan’s wife made his favorite tres leche cake for all us to enjoy. We gathered in the break room to eat and sing to him. I made some polite small talk, sampled a few of the dishes and snuck off to enjoy a piece of cake at my desk.

 

I’ve never tried this dessert before, but it looked delicious. The cake was light and fluffy and topped with homemade whip cream. The smell of vanilla has taken over my office and the aroma reminds me of my Mistress’ perfume. Mistress receives many gifts from her submissives like expensive dresses, shoes, lingerie and lots of perfume. Her favorite scent comes in a fancy french bottle, with a name that I can not pronounce. I enjoy catching a whiff of it when she leans in really close during our sessions.

 

Thinking about Mistress M brings me so much joy, I am fully devoted to her. I haven’t seen her in a couple of months. Our last session was really intense; she tied me down, put clamps on my nipples and put the cock cage on me. She told me to keep cage on 24/7 for 60 days. I have worn a penis chastity device in the past but only for 35 days, so this has been a very interesting mental and physical challenge for me. Mistress M wears the key to my cage on a long chain that hangs around her neck and rest in between her beautiful breasts.

 

Suddenly, I’m distracted from my day dream. My thoughts are having a physical effect on me and I am becoming aroused. My heart is beating, the blood is rushing through my veins, my penis is expanding and filling up my device. My cock feels tight in my cage. I try to calm my breathing but the fantasy keep replaying in my mind. Just when I think I am going to be ok I feel a gush of fluid pooling in my briefs.

 

I am shaken. I don’t even have enough time to process if this feels pleasurable or not. This has never happened to me before. I begin to panic a little because the front of my pants are obviously wet and the employee restroom is down the hall across from the copy room. I pick up a stack of files to hold in front of my soggy slacks and slowly proceed toward the bathroom. I have to walk around my supervisor’s office, slip past the break room and sneak down the hall; finally,  as I approach the copy room I make a quick right turn into the men’s bathroom for safety.

I lock the door and peek under the stalls to confirm that I am alone. My heart is still beating 100 miles a hour but I feel relieved that I can try to get a hold of my “situation” in private. I remove my pants and underwear and place them in the sink. I scrub the goo out of the fabric with paper towels soaked with a combo of hand soap and water. I clean myself as carefully and quickly as I can. My bathroom at home has wipes, q-tips, special soap, and lotion I like use to stay clean around the nooks and crannies of my cage but I don’t have time to be picky. I rush to dry my clothing under the hand dryer. I laugh a little at myself because I am truly a sight to see right now. If someone walked in they would be shocked to see me laundering my slacks in the cold lavatory. I am naked from the waist down. I only have on a gadget of shiny plastic affixed to my manhood.

 

The color of my clothing returns to a manageable state of dryness. I redress myself, unlock the door and grab the files I brought with me. I avoid eye contact with a colleague as I exit the restroom. Once I am comfortably back at my desk I send an email to my boss that I will be going home early due to “sudden illness”, I feel bad for lying but I am too embarrassed to tell the truth. I plan to come in early tomorrow to finish my report.

 

I quickly grab my briefcase and head home. From the car I leave Mistress M a voicemail about today’s occurrence. I am flying to see her next week so she can unlock me.

 

That’s when it hits me… I have to go through TSA with this device on!

 

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