It took 26 days of isolation in the same house as Me for him to cave. I can't decide if that's impressive or pathetic ... I just know I like it. Yesterday, during a particularly long and steamy shower, he withered and cried out for his cage, whining that My constant presence, My touch, My teasing, and the torment were all too much. He would rather ride out the rest of shelter-in-place crammed into the chastity device, only let out for showers and, if I'm feeling so inclined, a daily edging.

The temptation, the nearness of Me, doesn't change. Time will do the work for Me in wea...

It took 26 days of isolation in the same house as Me for him to cave. I can't decide if that's impressive or pathetic ... I just know I like it. Yesterday, during a particularly long and steamy shower, he withered and cried out for his cage, whining that My constant presence, My touch, My teasing, and the torment were all too much. He would rather ride out the rest of shelter-in-place crammed into the chastity device, only let out for showers and, if I'm feeling so inclined, a daily edging.

The temptation, the nearness of Me, doesn't change. Time will do the work for Me in wearing him down, and I will also do everything in my power to make him regret asking for this "relief."
Tonight, that means after an entire almost-24 hours of being denied My body and My touch, I sit on his face to get him nice and hard for an unlocking ... then drag it out. I tap my perfectly-maintained natural nails down the bars of his cage, tickling the purple, strained skin that's once again starting to crave the sensations he went into chastity to escape. I keep stroking him with the metal "crown" atop his tip so he can't feel the full effect. I edge him ruthlessly, until I'm sure it can't possibly be enjoyable. That hard steel ring holds his cum from spilling over, letting a few thick spurts leak out until I mindf*ck him into getting hard and right to the edge again.

I make his whole body need it. I put on nitrile gloves, bring out the riding crop and use both ends, pressing the ribbed round rubber end against in prostate as his tourniquet-swollen cock throbs and twitches. I talk him through everything I'm doing, so there's no closing his eyes and detaching. I want him slutty for me, yearning for more more more when all he's getting is locked back up.

We're in a lockdown that's showing no signs of letting up, and neither will I.