Mistress Relents to Our Whiney Readers' Views

Happy, folks?

After all your demands for more cage time, Mistress cracked down on her devoted Slave yesterday.

When she realized that her Slave had to be at some tedious civic breakfast that started before dawn, and that she would be out at her own public event until almost 9 pm, she gave her orders:

"I think you need to be in that cage tomorrow, Slave."

And since I had such an early command performance, there was no opportunity for the traditional wake-up sex to take the edge off a day of lock down. No, just cram those balls and cock into that tight steel ring, and have mistress close the lock once I climbed out of the shower.

From that civic breakfast I reported in via text:

"The usual suspects are here, Mistress. I bet I'm the only one in a cock cage."

(of course, who could tell. That tight assed Judge at the next table seemed a little squirmy. Or was it squierelly?)

"I bet you're right, Slave."

Otherwise, my day was uneventful. But sadly, when I got home, Mistress was already on to her "night shift" event. She did text me a photo of the T-shirt they forced her to wear. I'm wondering what made that nipple all perky - some stud ogling her, or the thought of her slave back at home, still on lockdown?

She was indulgent though: Slave was allowed to "self-release" in order to go on my first bike ride of the spring. It was a nice chance for some outside exercise with temperatures pushing into the 70's. But winter is make a curtain call again today. Low 14 and snow tonight in River City? WTF!

When Mistress finally arrived home, Slave showed his humble gratitude by worshiping those clean shaven folds with renewed devotion. But Mistress was particularly tired, and deferred my own sexual release until this morning.

I hope all that abstinence makes you demanding readers happy!