chasteyou

“Someday” she said and I grasped for too much.

She gripped my balls.

“Someday” she said.

I was so eager to hear this. She had migrated to that I “probably” will be unlocked again, and then the troubling “I haven’t decided”.

My mind raced. And I couldn’t help but grasp at this word.

“Someday? Not probably?” I begged.

She leveled her eyes at me.

“Someday this won’t bother you”

My thoughts went into a whirlwind. What? No! I objected. I didn’t want to be kept locked until I didn’t mind the denial anymore. Until my ardor fades. Until my libido diminishes.

I got grumpy.

She sat up on the bed, stretched out her legs and called me over with her eyes. I seriously did not know what she wanted until she gestured for me to put myself over her lap.

She was going to spank me.

I felt really submissive. She just told me she wasn’t going to promise that someday I’ll be unlocked, but someday I will accept being kept caged, denied, and frustrated.

So I took the hand spanking and hairbrush paddling. I wanted to cry. I wanted to break down. She wasn’t going to relent. She gave me a spanking that left me stinging as I sat down afterwards.

She looked in my eyes.

“Oh poor boy. You’re crying.”

“I’m frustrated” I pouted.

“That’s the plan” she explained. “It’s so tasty...” she trailed off to lick and bite my throat. She continued the sentence: “....your frustration is so tasty.”

I begged.

I begged hard. For real… this wasn’t a game.

Verbally I broke. I begged her to take it back. I kicked. I told her I missed being touched. I told her I wanted the cage off. I said I wanted it to be “when” not “if”. I didn’t want it permanent. I didn’t even say the words “forever” or “permanent”.

“It’s ok. Poor boy. It’s ok. I’ve got you. I love you. I’ll take care of you. When you fall apart I’ve got the handbasket to pick up the pieces.”

She did relent a little. She said maybe my chastity won’t bother me because she’d take it off. Maybe I’ll wear it for the rest of my life. But after that it won’t bother me. I didn’t like that sentiment. It was sad.

I told her that she’d be sad if this stopped frustrating me. I told her she didn’t want me to not be bothered. I still objected.

“You’re getting grumpy again. Do you want to another spanking?”

I furrowed my brow. I was a thundercloud. A little one.

“No.”

“I love you” she said, soothing my feelings.

While I do feel I’m right, she did not really take it back. “It’s ok. Someday this won’t bother me”.

Maybe someday I’ll be ok with constant frustration. That’s the only hope she gave me. Frankly that has nothing to do with my chastity. Just orgasm control and orgasm denial.

I started not being able to complete thoughts.

I told her after tomorrow I’ll finish my second calendar month of continuous chastity. “I never... “ I trailed off.

“It’s good to dream big” she said.

She’s giving me zero hope of being uncaged. She’s been resolute in keeping it indefinite.

I was still pouting. A surly boy. A thundercloud of rabbit.

She still thinks I’m cute.

“You could unlock me at any time” I said with a childish assertiveness, trying to win the argument.

“That’s true. I could. It’s my prerogative.” she admitted.

I honestly forget the thread of conversation but she did remind me that I can always safeword.

I told her she’s going to have to take care of me. And to that she promised - she will definitely take care of me. It’s the only definite thing I can cling to.