Your mistress shows up for inspection

Your attention is suddenly jerked away from the gorgeous barista by the entrance of a leather clad woman into the coffeehouse. Her black hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail and she wears a pair of impenetrable sunglasses. The badge on her chest indicates that she is a government mistress. And you immediately recognize her as YOUR mistress. Without hesitation, she walks right over to you.

"John," she says, looking at a PDA.

"Yes, ma'am," you immediately reply.

You absolutely hate being single. Appointed mistresses never let men cum, ever. Yours in particular, is completely cold and uncaring. She has a job to do, and she does it. Nothing more.

She jerks you out of your seat by your left arm and turns you around. You're used to her rough handling and don't resist as she pulls your hands behind your back and slaps a pair of handcuffs on you. She then unbuckles your belt and yanks your pants down so that they fall to your ankles. Being publicly stripped like this is humiliating, but it's common place. You look down at your cage as she examines it for signs of tampering. It's all metal and totally encapsulates your manhood, preventing it from getting hard at all, while leaving your very swollen, blue balls completely exposed.

She takes a key ring from her waist and selects the appropriate one to unlock your cage. You let out a sigh of relief as she pulls the heavy device off, allowing your cock to grow to full length. A steady stream of pre cum immediately begins to flow.

"Per male chastity code 212, you are to report the moment you are close to ejaculation and make every effort to keep from doing so. Understood?" she recites the same conditions as yesterday and the day before.

"Yes, but it's been tree months," you whimper as she slips a latex glove onto her hand and takes your cock. "Can't I please cum, just once?"

She laughs at you, cruelly.

"Pathetic. I haven't let my husband cum in five years. He doesn't even bother asking anymore. Do you really think I'm about to let you?" she says, steadily stroking you.

In spite of her cruel demeanor, she is exquisitely skilled. She quickly brings you to the edge of orgasm and you nearly shout, "Please, I'm about to c- cum!"

She continues to stroke for an extra second or two, bringing you to the absolute limit. Just as you think that she might actually let you cum, she stops. You find yourself frantically thrusting your pelvis back and forth in the air.

"Not a chance, boy," she says and then wraps a cold pack around your cock and balls.

So cold! You whimper and double over. In an instant, your cage is back on your shriveled cock.

The barista looks at you and frowns sympathetically.

"Your office visit is tomorrow. Don't be late," your mistress says, taking the cuffs back off you.

As she walks back out of the coffeehouse, you slink back behind the corner table and reflect. Office visits were much longer and no more discreet than these field visits.