I’d kept my cage on since shortly after New Year’s. With no specific release date set, she decided to extend it until June once I beat her previous record of seven weeks. My caging isn’t constant; she unlocks me when penetration is required. She also enjoys edging me in the shower and often gets so aroused that she demands oral pleasure.
By late March, she changed course and gave me a spring break. I masturbated for her daily (sometimes twice), usually while watching her, and she’d make me climax in the shower into her hand—which made me eat it. The sex was excellent but did impact my mood. She noticed this shift and got somewhat annoyed. She remarked, “I don’t want to wait a few weeks for you to get back in the zone.” She had me mail the key to her office. Then she handed over the magic blue pill. Lastly, she brought out her new favorite toy (a leather riding crop), put me on all fours kissing her boots (which I adore), and really started working my behind. “You need to know who is in charge, and we are doing this every day until there’s no doubt about it. You’re acting like a pouty little bitch and I won’t tolerate it. No more edging or fucking around until your attitude improves.”
It has been hellish but effective. After just three days, I feel as normal as I do after a couple of weeks’ caging. I’m also surprised by how much I enjoy the riding crop. I actually look forward to it since it happens right before she leaves for work and again when she returns home.