Part 2

"Babe, I told you that you could cum whenever you want. Sex, blowjobs, anal - whatever you want!

You do remember you're limited to 100 orgasms right? You'll wear a cage between every orgasm and of course I'll be teasing you to get you to use them as quick as possible.

After your 100th orgasm the cage will be put back on and the key will be snapped in the lock. To ensure there's no chance of escape, I'll also pour epoxy in between the broken key and the lock.

I can't wait to drive you crazy, I think we can have 10 used by Sunday!"

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You can't handle this anymore and want me to let you out of chastity? Go back to being a normal boyfriend with sex and orgasms and everything? I suppose I can do that, if you really want it. But first let's just think it through.

Free of the cage for the first time in years you try and have sex, but all that denial means not only are you extra sensitive down there but your stamina is totally ruined and you can't go for more than a few minutes without cumming. Since you're unable to satisfy me I start looking elsewhere, turning you into a cuckold and eventually just dumping you altogether.

Now you have no Mistress, no girlfriend and no sex life so your only outlet is your hand- jerking off to pictures of girls who wouldn't look twice at you. Despite how you begged to be set free you even start jerking off to chastity porn again, remembering how good it felt to be locked up and frustrated for me. After a while though even that gets boring; the masturbating that felt so good just a few short months ago isn't doing it anymore, and a thought occurs. You miss it, the denial and the torment and the frustration, worshipping me as a Goddess while you get nothing.

A week later we meet for coffee, you apologize for hurting me and putting your own pleasure before mine and ask, beg, plead to be allowed to return to what we had. Without a word, just a smile, I take out your old cage from my purse and place it on the table in front of you alongside a lock, but no key. You disappear into the bathroom and return a few minutes later with your cock safely back away, but find me gone. Your phone chimes to reveal a message from me, explaining that you've just begun your penance and have a long road to travel before I fully accept you as my slave again.

Do you really want to go through all that? Or shall we just cut out the middleman and keep you like this?

After all, sooner all later all boys come crawling back to the cage..

Becoming the youngest female managing director in the company’s history was an incredible achievement but could be extremely stressful at times. I had a huge amount of responsibility and the only way I could cope with the stress and demands that came along with the job was to have my own stress relieving equipment installed in my office. Some people had those little rubber balls they would squeeze to reduce stress, but I decided to go for the one thing that I loved doing more than anything else and that never failed to make me feel wonderfully calm and serene.

I had two holes cut into one wall of my office and a steady supply of very large thick cocks that I could wrap my hands around whenever I requested them. There was nothing I adored more than the feel of a huge cock in my hand and stroking it back and forth, feeling it get harder just for me. So being able to request two huge cocks whenever I wanted was incredible. A few minutes after my request two big hard cocks would appear through the holes and I would take a cock in each hand and stroke them however I wanted. Slow and teasing, hard and fast, any way I desired and it felt so amazingly relaxing every time I had another couple of big cocks to play with.

Sometimes I would stroke and play with them but wouldn’t make them cum as it was a big power trip to have all the power and control over such big hard cocks. Other times I would stroke them off until they exploded with cum, pumping them dry, spurting sticky cum everywhere. It all depended on my mood really. I never knew the men who I was jerking off and I didn’t want to know. The mystery of not knowing who I was jerking off was all part of the fun. I know what you are wondering. Did I ever do more than just handjobs? Well let’s just say some guys were luckier than other guys 😉

Alyssa Milano

Yeah, obviously I *know* you don't deserve permanent chastity, that's the fun part! Beta dicks usually all know they'll never get any pussy so when they inevitably wind up caged they just accept it eventually, it's actually kinda sad really, but so-called 'alphas' like you? The ones that have gone around fucking any girl they want and with a whole life of great sex ahead, only to suddenly find themselves locked up for life, sentenced to never feel pussy or pleasure ever again? Literally orgasmic.