Abstinence Monday

It's been a while since we've had a formal "abstinence day" for Slave here at the UCTMW World HQ. Yes, some of you would say that Mistress is a little too indulgent of her Slave. But the screws have been tightened a bit of late.

Sunday evening Mistress announced that she would be spending her Monday evening with her lover J.

"I suppose I'm just going to have to trust you with the cage Slave.... can I count on  you not to get in trouble?"

"Of course, Mistress."

And because she had a very early meeting Monday morning, there would be no "wake-up" sex.

"Sorry, Slave.... you're just going to have to suck it up for a day."

I was off to work, safely locked away in my cock cage. Mistress off to her own meetings. She even had a lunch meeting with a guy who has been doing the "linked in flirt" with her for a few months.

Of course, we talked several times during the day. She described details of her lunch meeting, with a guy who clearly would like to make more than a "business connection".

Did you tell him you had your husband's permission for such things, Mistress? (I suppose "permission" is a little presumptive.... "contractual right" might be better).

"No Slave..... though if I had, I'd never be able to get rid of him.... and he's an interesting guy, but a little too short for me."

At around 5:30 pm I headed off to a service shop to drop off my dead laptop to see if it can be revived (apparently the genius was not all that he was cracked up to be). And Mistress was heading up the highway for her dinner date and sleepover with J.

Whether I was sentenced to sleep in the cage was still in the up in the air.  I told Mistress I was hoping to take a bike ride.... something that might put her cock and balls in some jeopardy if I did it in the steel cage.

"Call me when you get home, Slave, and I will give you my sentence.... and you'd better ask politely."

You can bet I was very polite when I got home and called her. It took her a little while to get back to me. Who knows what I might have been interrupting over at the "Love Shack".  But when she did call back, and after I politely begged for my parole from the cage, she indulged me, though only on the condition that I follow the "no touch" rule and resecure the cage, with a photo to her this morning.

You can bet that all of her requirements were met. And I know that by the end of the work day, I will be anxious to get home to her for a little personal celebration of the end of what by then will be two days of abstinence.

Can I hear a "poor Mick"?