Slave Blinks

Mistress seemed to be enjoying her sleepover date last night when she checked in with her devoted Slave last night at around 10 pm.

"There was some pretty hot sex when I got here Slave. Then we went out to dinner.... no we're heading back to bed...."

"Sounds good, Mistress. Give my regards to Jay."

"He says 'Hi',  slave...."

Of course Slave was still in his cage, watching some TV in lieu of spending time myself in bed with Mistress. I shared with Mistress a little of the details about my dinner with a colleague, then raised the subject of my cock's sad 'condition'.

"Are you planning to ride your bike to work in the morning, Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress....."

"Well then I'll let you self release ....."

She changed the subject to her morning plans.... leaving Jay's around 9:15 today before heading to a meeting, and she was about to sign off for the night. I felt a little guilty redirecting her to the subject of my cage.

"Ummmm..... you haven't told me where you put the key, Mistress...."

She giggled a bit.

"Oh dear, Slave .... I suppose you're right....."

The little tease.

In any event, she ultimately relented and clued me in on how I could unearth the little key to obtain my parole.  But at bed time, Slave tried to be a little more macho, if only to respond to all those  taunts I get from some of our readers about how pampered I am when it comes to "cage time".

How hard could it really be to spend the night on full lock down. I mean if Harry can do it for weeks on end, would 24 hours kill me?

I headed to bed, cage in place, thinking there was no reason why I couldn't make it until morning with my "junk" (as Fury put it yesterday) in the close confines of a hard steel compartment.

Generally, walking around in the cage is no big deal. The need to sit to pee during the day is the most significant, if vibrant,  reminder of my "sad" status as a caged cuck. I'm not the sort of guy who sprouts a raging hard on when I see some hot babe waltzing across the square at lunch time. Been there, done that in my 20's,  I suppose. But self control is no problem for the conscious Mick.

But the unconscious Mick still does not roll that way, even at my advanced age.

I first woke with a start at around 1 am,  from the pain of my swollen cock and balls pressing against the walls of it's containment device. (I wish I could tell you what dream, if any, caused the blood to flow in that direction, but I come up blank.)

Ouch.

It's pretty danged excruciating when things go stiff down there, stretching my sac and grating it against the unyielding steel.

I tried to shake it off, visiting the bathroom, reasserting mind over matter, then went back to bed and asleep.

But when it happened all over again around 2:30 am, harder and more painful than ever, Slave blinked.  I fumbled around in the dark and found the key where Mistress had told me it was hiding.

Things were so stiff and swollen down there that it was a bit of a struggle just to pop the lid off my tight little container. Getting my enlarged red balls to pop back through that tight rigid ring was even more difficult. I had to resort to a cold, wet wash cloth to relieve the situation before the "extraction" process was complete.

Ahhhh......

I guess Slave really is a wimp.

Hopefully I can persuade Mistress to kiss it and make it better tonight after work, once we are reunited.