Over A Year Ago I Started Writing A Story To Publish On Literotica.

There is a massive difference between just “not masturbating” and feeling horny and the feeling of being caged and being unable to even get hard.

I just want to be told to go and put my cage on for her.

Then to be told how good I am.

Chastity Dreams Part 2

On the television screen there is blackness. Claire's voice can be heard, "As long as I get copies of everything then film away, I can watch this over and over while my husband massages my feet or eats me out." Claire's laugh is echoed by several deeper voices.

The screen turns brighter and the white walls and simple furnishings of a hotel room come into focus, the bed frame is a dark oak and the sheets are white.

In the centre of the bed, sat with her knees to one side and her feet tucked back beneath her is Claire. She looks stunning, her blonde bob perfectly frames her pretty round face, she is wearing a short silky black skirt which hardly covers the tops of her thick thighs and there is an inch of bare pale flesh before the black bands of a pair of hold-up fishnet stockings begin. She has a black blazer style top on with nothing underneath, the jacket hangs open, showing one pale heavy breast, the necklace holding her small silver chastity key hangs down, almost touching her hard, dark brown nipple.

Claire laughs as she looks around the room. "So, who wants to go first?" She asks an unseen audience.

"Let's get you warmed up a bit first Blondie" comes a male voice from behind the camera.