Work had been one long jumbled mess of calls and clients, a too short lunch, followed by another afternoon of pointless endless meetings. Thus was the long chaotic mess of my 10 hour work day.

I arrived at her home and parked my somewhat dirty jeep grand cherokee. I always distrusted someone who had a squeaky clean vehicle that was designed for off road usage. The Jeep was a blue-green, picked by my former wife, but in appeasing her color choice, I did get my jeep. Yes Mistress does actually allow me into her home. Yes, I know how privileged I am for that honor.

As I got out of the Jeep it was still raining and I as much plunked through the puddles as walked. I hurried along hoping the rain puddles would not soak through the leather of my polished wingtips or the rain soak the pants of my wool suit pants extending beneath my trench coat. I hated that wet uncomfortable feeling when your lower pant legs were drenched from our “liquid Sunshine”.

Once at her door, I knocked. As per her prior instructions, if she did not answer I entered. I went in to find her lovely form laying upon her couch quietly dozing on the couch near one of her laptops. She was dressed in her red plaid pajama bottoms and a “Alpha Sigma Theta” sweatshirt from her sorority, from several years ago.. I loved how it formed around her rather wonderful chest. I briefly wondered if she had been working on her thesis paper or doing some leisurely surfing for a bit. I hoped for the surfing, I knew she needed the break.

I gently rubbed her elbow to awaken her and in response got another of her so incredibly warm hugs and gentle sweet kisses. I felt again like I had been touched by an angel. Her mouth is so full and beautiful. She could give any collagen enhanced Hollywood glamour queen a run for the money with those lips.

We quickly retreated to her room and after removing my suit, she was very excited to get her new pink CB2000 on me. This would be the first night it was to remain on until I saw her again next. We had played with chastity devices before and they excited us very much. It was amazing to see the sparkle in her eye when she told me of wanting to put it on me. It took my breath away and made my love for her only grow in leaps and bounds.

We had even discussed the pink device staying on long term a few times. She gets very aroused and her wetness is rather evident when thinking of chastising me for very long periods of time, if not even forever. We had explored many little fantasies of gluing the lock shut, or even gluing the device together.

She had to urinate, so we went to the bathroom and I was allowed to thoroughly lavish my attentions with my mouth upon her feet as she pee’ed. I then licked her clean and spent some time pleasing her ass with my tongue. Exploring it, trying to see just how deep my tongue would really go. She ended it with letting please her so sweet and still wet pussy for a short while. I had hoped to be drinking her sweetness that night, but I think she was enjoying the foot work too much. After she pulled her pink panties back on and her red plaid pajamas up over them, we moved back to her room.

Mistress dove right into the CB2000. I was a bit stunned again at just how pink it really was. With some amount of plying she got my balls and cock through the base ring. This surprised me as my balls are not exactly small. They are about the size of a golf ball each. Try running with those puppies, it’s NOT fun. I think back on all those years in the Army and wonder how they survived all those runs, at all. On top of being large they are very sensitive. Even a tap is painful, and just my luck, even the extra large “cup” hurts for being too tight.

I had joked earlier with Mistress in the day by text messages about her just putting the cage straight on without any enjoyment for me at first as a punishment for the CB2000 ring coming off in the shower that morning. We had left the ring on my cock and balls the night prior. Her instructions were for it to stay, but I misunderstood her, or forgot, and used a painfully cold shower to try to remove it. It worked. Now you need to understand, normally when we play with a CB2000, the ring goes on and I get quite a wonderful amount of pleasure before the cage is applied, pleasure that just blows my mind and sends me emotionally reeling. In order to make the cage fit I am usually even made to climax and the cage is slid down over my well lubed shrinking shaft. The LAST thing I expected was for to just barely tease my cock, lube it in what looked like a nice slow hand job fashion then just try to slam that cage down around it. I really thought I would get some nice time from her very sweet mouth. I was a bit stunned. How could I know how much MORE stunned I would be very shortly.

After a bit of a struggle the cage locked down onto me. It seems my cock was engorged with blood from arousal, making it very difficult to get the cage on but with some work, she managed it somehow. Imagine that. We briefly talked about her having three keys for this monstrosity that now completely engulfed my cock and had my balls feeling like they were in a vise. Once I recovered from the device going on, knowing there was THREE keys, I decided to get a bit playful and asked her to go back to the bathroom with me. Once inside I kissed her deeply and flushed one key down the toilet. I wish I could explain the excitement I saw on her face. I wonder if the archeologist who discovered the Rosetta Stone could have been smiling more. I doubt it. I wish I could have seen and known what was building inside of her. I might have ended our game right then and there, but then again, maybe I would not have.

In turn to me flushing the key, she quickly took the second key and before my rather amused and aroused eyes, flushed that second key. I decided to flirt a bit and put the third key in my lips and kissed her, a bit deeply but not letting that key fall. I think my heart skipped a beat when she grabbed the key as I dangled it in my lips after parting from the kiss. I then saw my love, my owner, my Mistress drop this third and final key into the toilet and flush. That was the last key to the lock that was tightly holding my manhood. This was the LAST key. I was stunned, shocked, paralyzed as she did it. Yet, my level of arousal could not have been measured on the Geiger scale. My cock immediately attempted to impersonate a block of granite.

Now, for those of you who know the CB2000, you know it is a bit painful if you get aroused. For those of you who know what the points of intrigue are, you probably just winced and crossed your legs. Yes, she used a set of the points of intrigue, some ingeniously hideous little sharp “teeth” that go into the cb2000 to discourage erections and prevent all of you closet Houdini wanna be’s you from escaping by simply yanking your cock back out the ring. To do so would do a fair job of emulating feeding your cock into a paper shredder, especially if the largest set of “teeth” are used.

OK, believe me, the points of intrigue work. I mean they really, really work. I almost passed out from the immediate pain as my cock tried to explode in its cage and its side was immediately the target of these pointed sharp little pieces of plastic on the points of intrigue. To say it hurt would be a bit like saying Saudi Arabia is hot in August.

So, granite stage activated, my cock was burning from the constraint and from the points literally tearing into it’s flesh. Mistress’ delight to my reaction was equally stunning and even MORE arousing. Her jumping up and down and doing little clapping motions made it some how, unimaginably, even worse. For those of you playing the home game version, this would be the DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS AT HOME part. I have an exceptionally high pain tolerance. I will not bore you with the sordid details of developing that through twelve years in a very active military and police career, nor in 21 years of face to face whip to back SM experience. Suffice to say this: It huuuuurrrttttttttt.

So here I am now, Pink CB2000 firmly in place. Points of intrigue doing there job and a very happy Mistress who says she will miss riding my cock, but with all the keys gone, she might be missing it for a long time. Yes, yes, yes, I could find a set of little bolt cutters or try to pick the lock, but what fun would that be for her, or me? With a little bit of epoxy putty, Mistress may be planning to remove that little way of escape tonight. She was after asking me how to use the two part permanent epoxy plastic glue I had in my hobby kit. She also was asking me about surgical “super glue: and if it work on plastic and skin. I can only imagine her motivation in that. After her next loving touches, it might take a jeweler’s saw or a surgeon to get this thing off and yes, it still hurts.

There is one small difference here for this wonderful Domme and I from most couples practicing this sort of SM extremity. We are honestly in love. It’s an amazing thing. Imagine how much deeper that made me the commitment feel when she disposed of that third key.

My God, Goddess, Alah, Holy Diety, whatever you believe in, or don’t, I LOVE this woman. I can only imagine how our little talks of a small saw and my cock will be explored next.

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