MY CHASTITY JOURNEY: CHAPTER 2
Sir stared at me, and at my useless tiny dick locked away inside its black plastic chastity cage. It felt like forever but it was probably only a few seconds before Sir said, "Your dick was useless even before I caged it boy. I need coffee, there's a coffee shop a block away."
Before Sir had even finished speaking, Sir walked into my bedroom. A few moments later Sir returned with a pair of white briefs, a white T-shirt, black socks and some black jeans and threw them at me.
I guess this was how today was going to go. A coffee run. In my cage. I had never worn the cage outside my apartment before. I had never even been more than a few feet away from the keys before.
"What are you waiting for boy? You know my coffee order boy."
I was still kneeling on the floor holding the clothes that Sir had thrown at me. I stood up and put one leg into the white Calvin Klein briefs. I thought back to last weekend and how I had agreed to follow all of Sir's Rules, including that I would completely stop wearing boxer briefs and trunks, and would instead wear white briefs for Sir.
Making the switch for Sir was my first test of living by Sir's Rules. It was also the first time I'd worn briefs in over 3 years, and they were exactly as uncomfortable as I remembered them. But it's different now, because I'm wearing briefs for Sir, and every time they feel uncomfortable it reminds me of my place, and it makes me feel so happy and submissive, knowing that I'm wearing them to remind me that I'm owned by Sir.
I finished getting dressed, and then looked down at my crotch. Luckily the black jeans were quite roomy and I couldn't see the distinctive outline of the cage. I wondered if one day Sir would make me wear gray sweatpants in public to show off Sir's locked boy. I wasn't ready for that yet, but these jeans were perfect for my first time wearing the cage in public without anyone knowing.
Sir reached into a pocket and pulled out one of the keys to the cage, "Boy, in case of an emergency with the cage, here is the key. This key is not for you to be bratty, it is for emergencies only, do you understand boy?"
"Yes Sir. I won't misbehave Sir."
With that promise Sir handed me the key, and I grabbed my wallet and phone, and opened the apartment door. As I walked towards the elevators I noticed the cage with every step. I was used to taking long strides and walking quickly but the cage got in the way of this. It was going to be a difficult coffee run.
The elevator ride to the first floor seemed longer than usual, as I psyched myself up to do this. I needed to make Sir proud of me, proud of this locked boy. I didn't know how many other boys Sir had right now, but I still felt in competition. I couldn't flake, I had to show my full commitment to Sir, and be worthy of Sir's time and energy.
As I left the apartment building and walked down the block I became hyper aware of everyone else on the street. Luckily it was quiet and there were only two people coming towards me. I knew where both of them were looking, and it wasn't at my crotch.
With every step I felt my thigh touch the cage and it was starting to annoy me. The bulky cage also made the briefs feel much tighter on my ass than yesterday and the day before. I made a mental note to ask Sir if I could order some briefs that were a size up to give them more room to fit me and the cage properly.
The street was still pretty quiet, but in the distance a muscled jock walked out of the gym. He was wearing a dark gray tank top which was perfect for showing off his shoulders and arms. He had all the muscles I want but can't grow. I immediately knew I was inferior to him. I hadn't cum in four days and I needed him to use me. For a few seconds I felt at ease with the world fantasizing that he'd degrade me and spank me with those incredible arms and allow me to suck his thick cut cock.
Then reality hit. My cock started straining against the bars of its cage. It wasn't painful but it was enough to distract me from my fantasy and remind me that I'm locked. Locked in the chastity cage that Sir ordered me to wear because I serve Sir. And right now that means fetching Sir a coffee and not fantasizing about guys in the street.
My fantasy had already started walking away and it was now time for me to turn the corner and enter the coffee shop.
The queue was short and it didn't take long before I was ordering a Tall Nitro Cold Brew for Sir. As I was waiting for the coffee it struck me just how easy it was wearing the cage in here. Everyone was busy going about their own lives and not paying me any attention, and if they did then there was nothing for them to see. The black jeans were doing an excellent job of keeping the cage a secret from the world.
After a few minutes of waiting my name was called, I collected Sir's drink and headed home.
The moment I started walking down the street I felt uncomfortable again. Uncomfortable walking in the cage, uncomfortable wearing briefs, just uncomfortable. Intensely watching everyone else on the street had faded away though, it had sunk in that in these jeans there was nothing to see. But I was still walking differently: slower and with much shorter strides. The random people on the street wouldn't know, but my friends would definitely notice.
I wondered what Sir would do with the power to control when the cage is unlocked. Did Sir only want me caged when Sir came over? Would Sir trust me if I wasn't caged to only cum when I had permission? Or did Sir secretly want me caged 24/7? We'd talked about limits beforehand and my only conditions were giving up control to Sir in a safe way and that my vanilla friends can never find out. Not knowing what Sir was planning for me was so exhilarating!
I wondered if Sir would order me to wear the cage to university, and when that might happen. I hoped Sir would ease me in gently to my new caged life so when I eventually do wear the cage around my friends, they have no idea that anything is different about me.
I arrived back at the apartment building, and headed up to my apartment, still unsure of when I'd be unlocked this time, when I would next be allowed to cum, and how much time I'd be locked in the future. It felt so submissive giving up such an intimate amount of control to Sir.
I opened the apartment door and the first thing I saw was my laundry basket had been moved into the hallway. I could hear Sir on a call in the other room, and I guessed the laundry basket was an instruction to strip. I went into the apartment, closed the door and took all my clothes off, so I was naked and ready for Sir.
Wearing only the cage I walked into the living room carrying Sir's coffee and the emergency key for the cage. Sir was still fully clothed wearing business casual. Sir barely looked up from the video call to take the coffee and the key and to gesture towards the corner.
That gesture meant it was corner time. But I didn't want to be ignored in the corner, I was wearing my cage for Sir, I was horny and wanted to be used. I wanted to make Sir's perfect cut cock fill my mouth with warm cum. Before I swallowed I wanted Sir to put a finger in my mouth and use it to take some of Sir's cum and mark my face. I wanted to spoon with Sir as the cum dried on my face and Sir to whisper in my ear that the sex had been perfect because my useless small dick had been locked in its cage throughout so instead we focused entirely on Sir's. But what I wanted didn't matter. Even though I didn't have university today, Sir still had work, so I nodded and walked towards the corner.
I'm not sure how much longer I could patiently wait for play time. But right now, Sir wanted me to stand in the corner, so I stood in the corner for Sir and waited, while Sir continued working and drank the coffee I fetched.
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