Lesbian

That was the longest two days I have ever experienced. Every few minutes I would feel the chastity cage poking or squeezing, and that would make me think of Katie being my keyholder, I would think of her in a t-shirt and the key on her kitchen counter, her gorgeous smile, and my cock would start to get bigger and squeeze and get crushed which in turn stimulated it and made it harder and it really began to hurt.

I tried all sorts of things. Watching war movies. Driving around. Eating popcorn. Visiting my parents (that didn't work because I could think of nothing but the fact I was sitting in front of my parents wearing a cock cage and fighting an erection).

I even got a big cooking bowl and filled it with water and poured ice cubes into it and stuck my genitals into it. That actually worked. My cock (and balls) shriveled and I got some relief, though the ice cold water actually hurt some after my balls soaked in it for a while.

Mentally the whole experience has been such a conflict, so weird. On the one hand it wasn't comfortable at all. The discomfort and actual pain of wearing the cock cage seemed worse now that I had to wear it, and I had no way of taking it off. On the other hand, Katie was my key holder, and being managed sexually by such a gorgeous woman was incredible. But that mental excitement couldn't get translated into sexual arousal or my cock would grow and it would get really uncomfortable.

Sunday morning rolled around. I lay in my bed, knowing she was in her bed on the other side of the wall. I was naked and propped up in my bed and staring at my limp, useless genitals. Normally in a situation like that I would jerk off. No way. Can't jerk off, my cock is covered by a locked plastic sheath. Shiiiiitttt.....

I tried to figure out when I could go over there. 8am too early? 7am? She had been out the night before, I knew. Partying. I'd seen her go out, and observed her car get back, late. Probably meeting (or picking up) some guy. (It sounds like I am stalking her, which honestly I am not, it's just that she has the key and I can't get my mind off it.)

It struck me I had never seen her with a guy. She must be single. Interesting thought. Maybe... no, she's out of my league. I settled on 8:30am as the right time to go over and retrieve my key.

At 8:25am I dressed and headed over to Katie's place. Her door is a dark brown, maybe with a tinge of reddish color. It has a peep hole, of course. I knocked.

Nothing. I waited. Was I too early? I could come back. But I had already knocked, she would think I was weird. I knocked again.

The door opened, and there was Katie. Wow. Seems like every time I see her at home these days she is getting sexier. She wore a silk night gown that was open in the front, revealing she was wearing no top or bra. I couldn't see her breasts but I could see all the skin between them, all the way down to her panties, which was all she was wearing.

"Oh, oh god... I am sorry. So sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"No, no, Lenny, it's fine. Come in. You are here for the box, I get it."

I took a step inside, enough to see the doorway to her master bedroom. There was Charlotte, without her biker clothes. She had a robe closed with a tie that covered her, but it was pretty obvious she was naked underneath.

OOoooohhhhhh.... no wonder I have not seen any guys around. Katie is lesbian. Yeah. OK. Charlotte is her girlfriend. Or lover. Or something.

Katie got the box and handed it to me. Charlotte leaned against the door frame of the bedroom door, watching me curiously.

"Once again, sorry to intrude. I will get out of here. Enjoy your day!"

I think I practically ran out of there. Back to my place. Into my bedroom. Stripped. Broke open the box. Got the key. Unlocked myself. It was hard getting it off, my cock was hard and stuck. I used lube and finally got the cock sheath off and almost came doing it.

All I could think about was Katie and Charlotte doing it together. 69. Scissoring. Fingers. Strapons. Cunnilingus. Kissing. Suckling. Whatever. My hand was on my cock and I came in an explosion, my hips thrusting up, spewing semen all the way up to my face. Yeah-- I'd never done that before. Cum so hard it spurted up to my face; but it did that time.

There was a lot of it, too.

I waited about 10 minutes and then stroked myself to another hard on and got myself to the edge... then stopped. I edged myself for a half hour. I've edged before, I think the first time I edged myself I was a teenager and just... did it. But this was different. I was thinking about a specific girl actually controlling my cock, controlling my orgasm. I thought of Katie's smooth skin, her perfect breasts, of Charlotte with a strapon buried deep in Katie's cunt, thrusting... thrusting... and I would stop myself, imagining Katie letting go of my cock at just the right moment. Until finally I let it go and came again, spurting all over.

Three times in two hours on a Sunday morning.

And twice more later-- once in the afternoon, once at night.

The chastity time, two and a half days almost, that had been difficult. But every time I think about it, I get hard again. The concept of it, and now the real sensations of it are incredibly arousing to. Fuck... I have begun masturbating to the thoughts of Katie holding the key while I am trapped and locked up.

I'm going to ask her to do it again, I have decided. I've made plans, like, a sort of schedule. Give her the key on Thursday evening; wait until Friday night, then ream my ass out with my dildo-- that will be strange because I won't be able to get erect. It will be like teasing myself. Maybe use the clamps on my nipples, maybe try them on my testicles a bit, see what it is like, on Saturday. Sunday evening, get the key and unlock and spend the evening spewing as much cum as I can.

Today I took some pictures of Katie, while she was walking in from her car and later when she was in her condo. Just sneaky little snaps.

She didn't see me, but I need something to masturbate to. I know, I know, I am getting into serious stalker territory here. But she will never know, and I would never hurt her. This is all for me in the privacy of my bedroom... just a few feet from where she fucked Charlotte...