My girlfriend/KH had a conference eight hours out of town, so I tagged along. When we arrived at the hotel, she made me put on bright boy shorts while laughing and saying, “You get to wear girl-boy shorts, boy.” I’d previously expressed curiosity about bralettes after seeing one that looked cute, and what do you know—she told me to put one on as it was taken out of its bag. After a bit of teasing, we decided it was the right time for supper.
“I want you locked up,” she said. “And I might invite my boss to dinner too, just to make things more interesting.” I was nervous about being caught, but I slipped the cage on and locked it. Luckily, he had other plans, so it ended up being just us two that evening. It was a blessing that she wanted to fuck me but wouldn’t let me cum. That was excruciating because she would pull out right when I got close.
She turned to me and stated, “Tonight and tomorrow, you are to wear the panties and bralette without your cage, but if you come at all during this time, it’s over.” Even with the talk about what was going to happen, I managed not to lose my load. “I hope you enjoy your freedom for tomorrow,” she said. “I want you locked for the drive home.”
I didn’t quite take that to heart since she’d broken down before and taken me out anyway, but much to my surprise, I was woken up and saw her standing there telling me to lock the cock again. For half the ride back while driving, I got teased about being her little panty slut, all locked up. She claimed it was a revelation that now the cock belonged to HER.
I told her at a truck stop that I couldn’t stop leaking, and she laughed, saying, “Look at that; even with a cage, you can’t be trusted. Maybe you need a panty pad.” Much to my surprise, when I looked down at my crotch, I agreed it was true. Being sent into a truck stop bathroom stall to put on a pad felt very humiliating because I knew everyone could hear me opening the small packet and peeling back the sticky layer to attach the panties. Even though it made me blush, I was grateful for the extra protection.
On the ride home, she proposed that she wanted to keep me locked and only let me out when she chose to use HER cock, not mine, as I had surrendered to her. She drafted up a contract which I signed regarding removing the cage: it could only be done in life-threatening situations or before getting verbal/written consent because I couldn’t stop grabbing myself.
So here I am, wearing panties and having selected one of hers for tomorrow to wear before she gets here to inspect me. How fun and exciting that she’s finally loving this!!
Update: It’s been three and a half days, still not allowed release! The other night I was told she would have sex with me, but it never happened. This morning she turned around and said, “I had planned on giving you Viagra and fucking my hard cock, but I realized it was late and we needed to get up early, so too bad.”
