Tuesday morning and I’m feeling good. I snuggle into my girlfriend, pressing my stiffening penis between her legs. Subconsciously, she presses back and then pulls my hand to her breasts. In bed, we’re naked. It’s a family rule.
We snuggle like that for another half hour or so.
This could be any morning for us but today is particularly nice as I know we’ll be jumping in the rental and heading to the cottage in a couple hours. Everything is packed, including the toy bag so we can enjoy six blissful days away from the city and work. Even better, our long spring of cleanup, renos and general organizing is finished at the cottage. It’s ready for fun just as much as we are.
After breakfast, I head down to grab my backpack and the last couple items when I hear from the bathroom, “aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What’s that?” I respond.
“I’m looking at the Obedience app and it shows that you owe me a day of chastity. Go put it on and bring me the key.”
Bah. I was looking forward to leaving that behind. Five minutes more and I would have been free. I shouldn’t complain. It’s a custom built, 3d printed ball capture that not only encases my penis, but also my balls. Once it’s on, there’s no exposed skin except for a little slit at the tip, nevertheless it’s super light and comfortable. I should know as I’ve worn it overnight more than once. Oh, yeah. For those of you know how easy it is to slip out of a cage if you really need to, this one is a bit different. It includes a capture for a frenum piercing. That means that once it’s on, I can’t get it off without breaking the cage and that would be no easy feat.
I join her in the bathroom and pass her the key with a rueful smirk. She takes in daintily and gives me a smile and then attaches it to a little key ring where it joins another smaller key.
Forty minutes later, we’re clear of the city and on the edge of cottage country. The trees are full and green, lapping up the early summer sun and we’re listening to some Radiohead to get into a summer partying mood. It’s going to be such a fun week. Tomorrow night, four friends, also kinky, are coming for a couple days to check out the new cottage.
There’ll certainly be some debauchery. They’re all pretty wild. Ironically, we’re thought of as the most vanilla of the group as we don’t really share our D/s dynamic with them.
As we’re turning off the highway, S says, “Pet, look under your seat and pull out the bag I put there.”
I reach back and pull out a white plastic grocery bag.
“Ok, take off all your clothes and toss them in the bag.”
I’m taken aback by the sudden change in mood. One minute we’re singing Karma Police, then the next I’m looking out our windows anxiously wondering how exposed I will be with nothing covering me but my small black cage. What can I do? She literally has me by the balls. I have no idea where the key is.
So, reluctantly, I slip off my shorts and underwear before sending a glance her way.
“Shirt too!”
That follows the rest into the bag.
While I was undressing, we pulled into a little gas station. I looked around anxiously to see who might see me. There were dozens of people and if any one of them should walk close the passenger side I would be completely exposed. Worse! I wasn’t just nude but also caged.
I could feel my heart pump faster and my face turn red. I wanted to run and hide but there was nowhere to go.
Thankfully we pulled around back of the station and parked against a tall wooden fence with some maple trees overhanging from the other side.
“OK my pet, one last thing before we head to the cottage. You know how, back in the city, we toss our clothes into donation bins? Well, you should feel good about yourself because you’re going to be making another donation.” With that she points out my window and I see one of the big blue bins with the drawer on the top about four parking spots away.
“Once I say go, you have 30 seconds to collect yourself and get out of the car and close the door. For every additional ten seconds you stay in the car, I’ll add another day of chastity to your sentence.”
“Take your bag of clothes to the bin and make your donation.” With an evil smile, “Don’t get caught!”
I look over and she’s pulled out her phone and started the stop watch app.
I look at the seconds tick by in horror. I do not want to get out of this car. Anyone at the front of the gas station would see me if they looked towards the fence. And, across the road there is a Dairy Queen with a group of people enjoying ice cream at their outdoor tables. They are actually looking this way and will see me if I get out.”
“20 seconds.”
I grab the bag, but I’m frozen in terror in my seat.
“29… 30 seconds. Oops, that’s another day of chastity!”
I fumble with the door and groan as she gleefully pronounces, “Forty!”
And then I’m out with the door closed behind me. Fixing my eyes straight forward, I jog the fifteen strides to the bin and slam open the door. I know the clang has drawn attention to my bare ass facing the DQ’ers. The thought sends a surge of embarrassment to my face but also I feel my cock straining at the cage.
How can I be enjoying this I ask my self as I sprint back to my laughing mistress who seems to be filming the whole thing?
A couple minutes later, we’re out of the town and heading into the hills.
“So, my pet, there are a few things you don’t know.”
“First, I took the liberty of emptying your backpack of clothes while you were upstairs grabbing the cooler. What you’re wearing right now, your cock cage, is all you have for the next six days.”
“Second, if I see anything resembling clothes covering your body, Locktober will be coming to July and No Nut November to August.”
“Third, and this is the big one. You remember the keychain with the small key and your chastity cage key? Well, it is sitting in the soap bowl in our bathroom at home!”