Denial Torment and Pleasure

I stayed awake last night, buzzing with excitement over what my Key Holder is putting me through. I began fiddling with my testicles. At first, just touching them felt wonderful; they were warm to the touch. Then I started dragging my fingers across them, tickling them more intensely. It felt like my Mistress was teasing me with her long red nails, and I felt like nothing more than a toy in her grip.

I desperately wanted to reach for my cock… well, actually my clitty, but that wasn’t possible because of the chastity cage. All I could feel was the hard plastic pressing down. So I began gently squeezing my balls, increasing the pressure until it became quite intense. It was a delightful torment, reminding me exactly where I belong. I felt happy yet frustrated simultaneously as I realized how little control I have over my clitty. Looking at the clock, I noticed I had been playing like this for over thirty minutes. Eventually, I stopped and drifted off to sleep with my poor balls cupped in my hand.

When morning came, I woke up feeling very horned. Lying on my back, I was tickling my testicles again with my left hand while my right hand found its way to my anus. I slowly inserted an index finger into my ass, followed by a middle finger. Then I shifted positions into doggy-style, head down and rear up, fingering myself while continuing to play with my balls. My clitty tried hardening within its prison but couldn’t break free. It hurt slightly, yet I couldn’t stop the sensation. Having something inside felt so good; without the cage, a few strokes would likely have triggered an erection. But being locked and denied suits me well.

As I played with myself, I noticed precum leaking from my clitty. It looked almost comical, as if my poor little thing was crying. Once again, I changed position. This time I lay on my back with my legs raised high like a slut. My clitty went soft once more. After playing with both my balls and asshole for a while, I stopped to report this development to my Key Holder. That fingering session lasted about twenty minutes.

I feel incredibly horned and frustrated. Fingering didn’t provide much relief; instead, it heightened my excitement. If only I could touch my clitty directly! I wish I weren’t locked up, but the chastity cage is the only thing currently touching it. This situation seems here to stay for now.

I’m getting more confused as time goes on, loving and hating this state simultaneously. And this is just the beginning of my denial phase; I wonder what lies ahead in the future.

I hope you enjoyed reading about my experience as much as I enjoyed living it. Sharing this update with you is part of my assignment.