Of course--he deserves it!

Thwack!

He was not expecting you to kick him in the balls at that moment, but he certainly had a satisfying reaction: bending over, legs crossed and no erection in sight.

"Tha....tha...thank you, Mistress."

Nice -- you hadn't yet insisted on that title, but you aren't going to deny him the use of it either. Especially given what is coming.

"It's time for you to show me if you really want to serve me or not."

He looks up at you from the floor, still dazed from your blow.

"Kneel and wait."

Of course, you've known for weeks that he was going to end up in a chastity cage. You made the measurements on those few occasions when you were being "nice" and giving his cock some attention, and the cage you ordered has been sitting in your closet waiting for the appropriate moment to be brought out.

You had him the small, black box.

"Open it."

His face goes bright scarlet when he sees the contents.

"Shall I try it on you?"

"Umm, well, if ..you..want to," he answers, trying to sound disinterested. The return of his erection gives lie to his words.

This time you settle for a quick pinch to the balls--you can't have him squirming in pain for this operation.

The small, stainless steel cage fits him beautifully and allows nothing in the way of an erection. You can see his frustration from the moment the lock clicks.

But he is learning. You keep him in the cage for two weeks without a comment or release other than a daily scrub with a bath brush that is just a bit too rough for the job. You keep the key constantly in view, hanging down into your cleavage in low-cut top, or hanging from an anklet when he is worshiping your feet.

Finally, after three weeks, he cracks.

"Mistress, may I ask you a favor?"

"Speak."

"Could you, maybe, as a present, let me take this cage off tonight?"

You smile and do not answer for nearly a minute, watching him grow more and more worried.

"No my dear, I don't think I will be releasing you yet. But you may ask me again in a week."

Such a sweet little disappointed look on his face.

That week his behavior toward you is exemplary -- enthusiastic tongue service at least twice a day, cooking, cleaning, foot massages...

"Mistress? Is this the week I can have release?"

"Ask again next week..."

Another week goes by. You think that he has probably reached peak frustration.

"Mistress? About this cage--would you please take it off?"

"I will make you a counter-offer. You can have an orgasm from fucking with me--but only if you suck a cock for me first. Deal?"

Oh the look on his face. Fear, disgust, excitement...the works.

"Um, I...Ok, Mistress."

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry--may I please suck a cock for you, Mistress?"

"Of course you may, my pet."

Not that you will let it be quite that easy. You wait two more days to invite a friend over, just to let your pet suffer a bit more.

You have him kneeling, naked, collared and caged while you bring in your friend. You don't share his name.

As you've requested, your friend simply lowers his pants, waiting for your pet to remove the underwear and get to work.

It is a delicious sight to watch. Trevor has obviously practiced a bit, and his distaste at the task is less that you expected. Finally, your friend shudders, and you make sure your pet shows you the creamy white puddle on his tongue before you let him swallow.

You order your pet to wait for you kneeling in the bedroom while you show your friend out.

When you enter the bedroom, you are nude except for your large black strap on dildo. He looks up, waiting for you to unlock him. Seeing it, he stares at the strap-on in confusion.

"Climb on the bed, my pet--I promised to fuck you in that cage until you came..."

His expression at seeing your merciless smile is priceless...