“Well of course I am serious, Darling. Your little cock is staying in its cage until at least Halloween.” said Hannah as she was dressing and I was pressing her yesterday panties into my corner. “I have to admit I like you locked up. I like you in your girdle as well, but as you tell me, with your little cock in its soft cage there is no sensation at all. Which is just how I like it. Remember, there is only one sexuality in our house, mine. What I like about your little black cage is that you are excited much less often. Which makes you less of a sex pest.”
I could hear her zipping up her dress.
“The point is Dear that with your cage I can really forget all about your sex and concentrate on your training. Better still, you won’t be distracted as much when you are working and you have a lot of work to do. So, five more minutes in your corner, have a nice cold shower and slip on your girdle and get to work. Maybe we can clip your little nipple for cocktails tonight. I know you don’t like that but it reminds you of your place and I want you to remember that.”
With that she left.
Hannah is right of course. The lack of any stimulation has reduced my level of distraction. In fact, I am really only horny when she teases me or plays with my nipples. Which means I really am over on her cycle. Or, at least, getting there. Which is where she wants me and so where I want to be.