When I woke up about an hour late for work, I deduced Ally had woken up and got herself to work somehow.  If she was around, I would have been asking to get out of the cage; I was not having fun.   I got up and hustled into work. Ally had left me one small note in our log:

Robert, I hope you are starting to get horny so I can have some fun with you. Ally

Three nights in the cage had left me more aggravated I thought than horny.  But apparently, that was not completely true. [sPause sec=1 ePause]

The team secretary, Sally, came into my cubicle to bring me a copy of the handouts from a meeting that I had missed.  My cubicle is small so it was a little crowded when she pulled a chair into the cubicle to go over some things that had been assigned to me during the meeting.

I had books on the floor in front of her feet so she had to struggle with where to put her feet. My space is a disaster.

It was the first time I had seen her in a dress and it was short by her standards.  The dress was about mid-thigh with her sitting down and for the first time ever I noticed she had well-shaped legs and a good body even if perhaps with a few more curves than I normally lusted after.

From my new perspective inside of a cage, she had good curves, great curves actually.  In trying to sort where to put her feet, she had one on my one-foot-high stack of books and her other one on the floor; at that moment where she struggled with where to put her second foot, I caught a glimpse of her pink underwear.  She pushed her flowing floral pattern dress in between her legs and held it there with one hand to cut off my view. She knew that I had seen and I knew she knew, etc.  Apparently, my face was filled with satisfaction and she gave me a very cute half-smile. “Was she flirting,” my brain screamed?

My caged friend slammed into the end of his tube; my face must have registered how discombobulated and surprised I felt. My body did not feel like it was my own.  My body felt more than hypersensitive to anything female, it felt as if it was acting independently of me.  No matter how many times it had happened, I could never get used to it.  There was that very brief feeling when the blood rushing into the penis felt good and I welcomed it because my primitive brain knew something good was going to happen.

I could almost feel the flood of good hormones into my body.  And for that five seconds of bliss, I forgot that something bad was going to happen. Then in my case, the blue tube seemed to tighten around my penis stopping it from going any further down the tube, at least easily.  My penis felt suddenly like it was pushing into an every tightening vise both from the side and then my penis was being pushed back into my groin.  The greater the level of arousal the more it felt like a fat stick was being plunged back inside of my groin.

“Are you okay?” she asked me. It was a simple enough question but I couldn’t talk.

In my normal world I would have enjoyed a flash of underwear and her smile, but it would have passed without much to-do.  But in the new reality of the game where I had been teased and turned on dozens of times without release and my emotional well-being was now tied to my denied orgasms, I was so turned on I could not see straight.  I was breathing hard and I seemed unable to stop escalating arousal.