I wasn’t thrilled about Ally’s sister, Beca, coming. I was afraid it would affect Ally’s behavior around the house and with me. Ally had never really tried my kinky games in the past, but she definitely was all in with my kink with Chastity Cages. If anything, she was now into it more than I was, or perhaps, she was into so much that it was scaring me a little, well, maybe a lot. I was really struggling in the new cage and really wanted out, but I was resisting getting mad at Ally because she actually was doing what I had asked her to do. And the real truth was that I was afraid if I misbehaved, like getting angry, I would be punished and never get out. I really was behaving as if I were her sexual slave.

In my new world, I started each day between Ally’s legs listening to all the glorious sounds she made as I took her through a series of orgasms that left her singing and me a moaning pile of nerves. We were noisy but we were in an otherwise empty house. Beca would be in a bedroom across the hall. I had no doubt that Ally would still expect her morning jolt of sex but how would the dynamics change knowing we could be heard. Ally often came home from work to find me cooking supper. She sat at the kitchen table and I put a drink in front of her and if she had a stressful day she made a little hand motion and opened up her legs, and I went down on my knees to give her a quickie, which for her meant a half dozen orgasms in fifteen or twenty minutes. After which I sat in the floor shaking, or laid in the floor shaking and moaning, until I got my shit together enough to get up, fix Ally a second drink so she could go upstairs and change into being nude or sometimes a t-shirt or nightgown depending on how she wanted to torment for the evening. I spent the evening wanting her as she sat around nude, often with me waiting on her. She had really gotten into the role of being Princess and expecting me to wait on her. That’s a whole other podcast how she would expect me to indulge her.

I was always expected to follow her to bed when she decided it was time and give her a massage with a happy ending. All of it was very noisy for both of us. After she was satiated, she expected me to cuddle with her until she went to sleep. I then usually got up and got a beer and worked at getting rid of my erection and the jitters that came from another arousal on top of hundreds of others without relief. Sometimes I drank the beer sitting in a hot bath which seemed to help with my chronic aching blue balls. How was the whole evening going to work with Beca sitting around the house? How was I going to get my daily quota so I could get close to eventual freedom? I was struggling but there was a certain comfort in the routines Ally and I had established.