Lately I've been enjoying the flat cage a lot for our play dates. This time he at least got out of it, for a while. We were heading out later, to see couple of people, hang out, and enjoy the night as days are too hot to exist anywhere but indoors 😅 Well, I thought it would be a lot more interesting experience if I edged him just before we go and gave him a good view of what I'll be wearing for the night ... and like I said, it's hot, so it wasn't much.  
  
I am in the process of getting myself some new toys and a few extra things, but let me tell you, this right here is what I love most about chastity. It's the always present possibility for mischief teasing. Back when he was completely in the friendzone I've realized that just keeping him denied makes me want to spend way more time and effort teasing him. Isn't it ironic? I put his dick in a cage, because I thought it would be funny to take it away from him, but somehow, it makes me way more interested in it. 😈  
  
I know he's struggling every time he sees my boob jiggle, every time I slap his butt or gently bite his neck. It's so easy to make him constantly adjust the cage and check if the cage straps aren't too visible (hint, they kinda are if you watch for it). So, of course I had just nipple tapes and a tight tube top as I wanted to give him a good look, while still keeping some of it to imagination. I hoped for him to be stealthily tugging on the cage the whole evening 🤭 So, nothing better than unlocking the cage for a while, pouring a bit of oil over it and seeing him immediately get hard, as he realized what I was about to do. He knew me too well to even contemplate I might make him orgasm before going out. So the only other possibility was that I would edge him, tease him, make him drip, and then squish him back in the cage, to make his dick press on the steel cage cap the whole evening 😈  
  
What gets me is the invisible intensity. It's the opposite of just slapping his dick or balls. It's "just" a desire; nothing will happen if he won't be allowed to act on it. There's no single moment in time, one event, that sets him off. It's a constantly growing hunger without any clear lines to cross. There isn't any exact point where teasing became too much. Which also makes it so easy to keep on pushing. If he always can stay locked for another day, what's the longest I can keep on denying him? 😈 Haha, obviously trick question, but the answer is still true 🥵  
  
Funny thing is, if he wasn't locked, I'd never play with his dick this much. And he knows it just as well. It's like a beacon for both of us. I love that he can't ever forget that he's caged. Even when he isn't actively squirming in it. It's just there, always present evidence of my control over his whole sex life. And I am always on the lookout to mess with him more. It's hard to explain, but just knowing that a single thigh squeeze under the table will make him drip is like a magnet for my mind. I just can't resist it ever since I learned about it. Though, occasionally I can make myself pretend I don't care, but not for long. I can't wait to run my hand over him. To touch him, play with him, caress his balls, make him so eager to cum and then stop.😈  
  
Sometimes I wonder if I truly got over the fact that we split up before. If there's a part of me that wants to make him completely horny and desperately aroused, so he doesn't ever stop longing for me, to keep him completely obsessed with me, while I keep the upper hand of having him on an invisible leash. Well, it's hard to self-analyze my own fetishes and their origin, but I love the devotion I can see in him, while I play with his dick. Those eyes that say "please, edge me the best you can and then keep me denied, own my sex life". Well, I don't know if they actually say that, but that's what I chose to see and follow 😈🤭

Making sure, the flat cage feels as restricitve as it should 😈Story inside