Mistress Demands Photographic Proof

As agreed with Mistress, I made sure to pack my cock cage and its sturdy lock in my work bag before leaving the house on Thursday morning. After my MD appointment (and, btw, the relatively hot dermatology nurse practitioner did "take a peek" as part of her full body exam), I headed to my office and made sure that the first order of business was to "drop trou'" and wiggle my balls and cock into the cage, snapping the lock shut before I had a chance for 2nd thoughts (and also before the mail girl popped in with her morning delivery).

I think Mistress probably blushed a bit when her I-phone lit up with my text message and accompanying photographic evidence that confirmed I was back under lock and key.  I even added one of those silly emoticons with a little frown and tear in the eye. Aw heck, why not share it with my devoted readers:

Obviously, I could use some grooming down there. But I can't do a thing about those knobby old slave knees.

Mistress texted back shortly:

"love that, slave!"

I'm glad she was amused. But there was one thing I had not planned on.  I put on a new pair of black pants in the am. Some off the shelf cheapies that were not properly tailored to accommodate a cock cage. I quickly discovered that the pants were too tight in the crotch with my new accessory, producing a rather obvious bulge for anyone taking a close look. And also making it rather uncomfortable whenever I sat down.

Ouch.

When I reported this to Mistress she was not overly concerned about my personal comfort, but was a little worried that some of my female colleagues might see something new in old Mick they had not noticed before.

Fortunately for me, I do have a stand-up desk in my office, which relieved my discomfort until it was time to head home for the day.

I did talk to Mistress on her way to Jay's house for their 2nd sleepover of the week. And she called again later in the evening, when she gave me permission to remove the cage so I could take a bike ride.

Ahhh. 

She called again at around 6:30 pm from a grocery store parking lot, while Jay was inside picking up some wine.

"Funny, Slave. I feel like I'm having an affair with you... calling when Jay is in the store so we can talk privately...."

"I'm glad you could 'sneak away' and check in with me, Mistress...."

She reported that their plan was dinner out, and then 'other activities' once back at Jay's house. And I suspect they're probably at it again this morning, before Mistress heads home.

"He likes me naked all the time, Slave". That's what she shared with me earlier in the week. And who can blame him?

As for me, I spent a quiet evening at home, missing Mistress and looking forward to our weekend together.

But I suspect I will have to be a little gentle when we are finally reunited after work this evening. Those clean shaven folds have had a whole lot of action this week.