The Waiting Game

Reena knocked on the door to his office at 6:30. He trudged to the door, bleary-eyes in his pajamas. She was eight months pregnant now, and had that glow about her. Perhaps it was Antoine's constantly attentions as well.

They went to the shower together, Reena handing Douglas the key to his prison, the tiny pink cage strapped around his cock. He unlocked it, and Reena set a timer on her phone for three minutes.

Months of waiting, waiting for his penance to be served, waiting to depart this purgatory. Months of being locked in chastity almost 24 hours a day, let out only to clean his 'small white penis' as it was now referred to. He soaped up his penis, washing it off quickly, turning off the shower and patting himself dry down there. Reena came back in, inspecting him, and then satisfied, put the cage back on him.

"Be at my place this Sunday at 7:00 p.m.," she told him simply. "We need to talk."