Three Months
I had already been locked up for a few weeks - three to be exact - when it happened. I fucked something up. I forgot a directive Master Bill had given me, one that should not have been hard to remember. I was supposed to insert my plug when I got home and sleep with it in that night, and I just….didn’t. It really wasn’t until the next morning when we were chatting that I realized I had forgotten, and I confessed it immediately.
He wasn’t angry, but I knew that didn’t mean the infraction was going to go unaddressed. “Pick a number, boy” he said calmly.
My mind started racing. I had no idea what He was going to use the number for, so it was hard to gauge what ballpark my answer should be in. If it was too low, maybe He would decide to revise it upwards to teach me a lesson about trying to avoid my just punishment. Too high and…well, I thought way back to our first session when He asked my pick a number for how many strikes of His quirt I would take, and I said seventeen, and regretted that after about three. Going on intuition and hope, I finally said seven.
“Ok boy. You’ll be in chastity for seven more weeks then.”
I reeled from his words. Seven more weeks? That would take me to ten weeks total, three more than my previous longest lockup. It seemed like forever, impossible. But the way He said it without hesitation, the confident ownership of me that He was obviously growing more comfortable with…it had me swimming in subspace. “Yes Sir.” What more was there to say?
Cut to a few nights ago. At this point I was nine weeks into this lockup. It has been hard, but I’ve endured. My release date was rapidly approaching, and I’d begun dreaming of how explosive that first orgasm was going to feel. ButI talked to Master Bill that night and there was a new development. We had been trying to find the right time for Him to come visit me, and a date had finally been picked, just a bit over three weeks away. With this new information He laid out a couple of choices for me.
He’s a man of His word, and He would still allow me to cum on the day my punishment was over, and then lock back up until His visit. Or I could forgo that release, and wait until His visit and experience that explosive orgasm WITH Him. He wanted me to choose whatever I wanted the most, and promised that it was not a test, that He would be fine with either answer.
I thought it over. I was/am desperately horny. I wanted to empty my balls so much I could barely stand it. I had the option of that happening in just a few days. Why wouldn’t I jump on that?
But then I though of what it would be like to experience that first orgasm in months with Him. Maybe I’d get to cum with His cock up my ass or down my throat. Maybe He’d get me to jack off while He’s beating me, forcing me to cum through the pain. But however it happens, He’d be there with me. He’d see that fountain of jizz He made me hold in for so long erupt out of my dick. I know how much He’ll enjoy seeing that. And I know He’ll hold me through that wonderful afterglow.
So I thanked Him for generously giving me the option (Man of His word or no He could have just told me there was a new plan and I wouldn’t have argued) but that I would wait and stay locked until I see Him next. He told me He already knew what I would choose, and I’m sure He did. He’s already in my head.
Today would have been my release date. Instead, I’m still locked up and by the next time I cum I will have gone a bit more than three months without an orgasm, a whole quarter of a year. Seems unreal. But I’m happy with the choice I made to wait. Forgoing my own desires in favor of what I know will make Master Bill most happy, even when not explicitly ordered to, is who I am and the kind of slave I want to be. I choose submission and service and sacrifice. Every time.
