Excuses, Excuses

Mistress is annoyed.

She has a sleepover date with her lover Jay tonight -- the first in what I think seems like forever to her.

She wants her slave to be properly secured away in his cage. And she's right to suspect that Slave has come up with too many excuses on this front all summer long.

"First, it's the bike riding slave...."

She has indulged my biking to work and understands that cock cages and bike saddles don't mix well.

But this.....

Slave has some medical testing scheduled this week. Nothing involving my own health. A little too complicated to explain on this page. But my mission today is to collect 24 hours worth of pee. Which means I have to piss into a container all day, keeping a cooler with some ice in my office to keep my bodily fluids chilled and fresh. 

"But I can't piss into a bottle with a cage on, Mistress!"

She gets it, but she's not happy. 

"You seem to come up with more and more creative excuses to avoid cage time, slave."

I'm clearly not as disciplined as our compadre Terri over at "A Married Sissy", who is up to 92% cage time this year.  He even wore his plastic cage through airport security last week.  He is a lot more macho (if that's the word) than this slave! 

At least I tried my best to make up for my "disability" yesterday.  I deployed Mistress's favorite power tool yesterday morning, delivering a nice, shuddering cum before she rode my cock to another one.

And when I returned from the Pussycats' game yesterday - a stirring victory over the Bolts - I made sure to worship with extra devotion.

Tonight, I'll be fixing dinner for me and our daughter here at the UCTMW World HQ while I contemplate Mistress cavorting with her lover through the night and into the morning. But not in my cage.

Bummer.