Yesterday was a very busy day, as I’ve mentioned. Madame was getting ready for her weekend away with friends off doing all that voodoo that they do so well*. In the morning, I went into our bathroom to get ready for my day and also add the “A ring” to my cock, as she had already indicated the day before that I’d be locked up in her absence. So, I’m putting the a-ring on and notice these bruises on my cock and remember “Yes, that’s right, she caned my cock!” The one large bruise near the bottom looked as though it was cause by the chastity a-ring, but I know it was not. It was caused by her caning me as a punishment. I’ll put the picture of it behind this jump, as anybody who doesn’t want to see my junk should not have to see my junk, especially BRUISED junk. Click on to read the rest.
I placed the a-ring on, did my shower routine and returned to the rest of the house. Catching up with her in the dining room (she was at her computer, responding to ad replies!) I knelt down next to her, clothed in only my bathrobe and my a-ring, I whispered to her. “I am bruised.” She turned to look at me.
“Where?” we whispered conspiratorially.
“On your cock Ma’am.”
“Really?” she smiled.
“Yes Ma’am.” Unable to look at it, due to roommate, she reached her left hand down and found my cock, giving it a squeeze. My cock responded quickly.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not really Ma’am”
“Well, that’s a shame” she smiled again. “But the leg does?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m still feeling those stripes.”
“Good. You deserved it all.”
“Yes, I did, Ma’am.”
“It’s good to see you’re ready to be locked up. Good boy. I like having you locked up when we’re apart.” My cock swelled more. “Who knows, I might even fuck someone this weekend. There’s been someone flirting with me already.” My cock was as hard as it could be. She squeezed it. “I could be getting fucked and you’ll be all locked up, safe and secure, not even able to jerk off.” She stroked my cock. It pulsed.
“Go. We have things to do.”
“I can’t quite now, Ma’am.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Well, even the robe can’t hide all this, and she’s (our roommate) in the kitchen”
“Do your best, boy.”
I rose, adjusted the robe to be as billowy as possible and went into the bedroom to change.
Later, just before caging me, she got to see the bruising. She indicated she didn’t care if she was locking up my cock with bruises on it, she was just going to lock it up anyway. She snapped the lock closed and then had me put the chain around her neck that held the key. She turned back toward me after I put the necklace on her and I kissed the key, kissed her neck, hugged her tightly. She reached down, grabbed at my chaste cock, pulled it, shook the lock and smiled at me. “Good boy” she smiled. Get dressed. We all have to get going.”
* Apologies for vague joke references to Mel Brooks movies, but we watched Young Frankenstein (That’s Frankenstein!) last night and my mind is mind is awash with a torrent of little quips from all sorts of Brooks’ movies. You’ll have to get used to esoteric movie quotes if you follow us.