So I can actually handle chastity pretty well. Seriously. I know that surprises some people because I complain like a bastard, but after awhile my brain adjusts. The cage becomes normal. I stop thinking about my cock every five seconds and settle into my role.

But there’s one thing she can do that absolutely destroys my mental stability.

Give my key to somebody else.

Holy shit.

The second that happens, my brain turns into a needy little goblin. Suddenly I’m obsessed with figuring out what they want from me. What task unlocks the cage? What behavior earns release? What do I have to do to make them finally take pity on my poor trapped dick?

Three days ago she handed my key to her friend Susan.

And Susan is evil.

Sweet. Funny. Gorgeous. Completely fucking evil.

I’ve been bending over backwards for this woman. She calls me her “slaveboy,” and apparently I am very good at the role because I’ve spent hours at her apartment doing whatever she wants.

Laundry? Done.

Kitchen cleaned? Sparkling.

Furniture assembled? I’m basically Ikea’s most pathetic employee.

And yes, lots and lots of oral service, which honestly I love. Susan enjoys being worshipped and I enjoy doing the worshipping, so that part at least feels rewarding.

But every single time I think I’m finally getting somewhere, she teases me.

She’ll call me over, smile, hook a finger through the front of my cage like she’s about to unlock it… and then just laugh in my face.

Every. Damn. Time.

I cannot explain how humiliating that is. Standing there hopeful as hell while she literally jingles freedom inches away from my cock before deciding “nah.”

And the worst part?

It’s so fucking hot.

Because now I’m trying even harder. Better cleaning. Better service. Better attitude. Like some desperate little employee trying to earn a promotion that absolutely does not exist.

At this point I’m starting to think she enjoys the power more than the actual key.

Honestly? She probably does.