I expected to see Ally home at about 5 ish like a normal day.  I started thinking about what she would have me do to her and of course, the cage got tight and uncomfortable.  I tried to focus on work, but I was not very successful.  I got home a little before 5 and tried to stay calm.  Around 6 pm she sent me a text that said, “I will be home in a while.  I am so wet.”   I sent back several texts asking where she was but she didn’t respond.  Of course, my head and my jealousy went through the roof.  To my annoyance, my cock also went nuts.  By the way, I am writing this in real time as I am sitting on the couch, the tv blaring in the background, as I go insane.

Hi babes.  I’m in an Uber.  You will have to get my car after you take care of me.  If I had underwear on they would be soaked.  I was very naughty.  I had three men at my feet and looking up my skirt.  I kept my word about not blocking the view up my skirt. It was very scary sitting there exposed but I really enjoyed watching them squirm. I was so wicked. Warning, I did not stay in control as much as I imagined I would.  Warning, jealousy alert.

I sat with my back to the bar on a high bar stool.  My skirt was short to begin with and getting up on that high bar stool and hooking my heels around the horizontal bar made my knees a little higher than my butt.  I tried hard at first to keep my knees together and resisted the urge to cross my legs; I did what I promised you. And I pretended I did not know what they saw; and most pretended they did not see.  As I drank the liquid courage I let my knees drift apart.  Quite a crowd of men and women gathered at a strategic spot for the best view.  I have never done something like this before.  I did not know I could have an orgasm without touching myself.  I tried to be discreet when the orgasm took over but it was surprisingly strong but brief.  A few people in my little crowd noticed and started talking and many started looking my way.  I could tell I was already becoming aroused again and the idea of what might happen if I lost control embarrassed me, so I turned red and left. Well, not really right then, but I thought I should.  But Fred kissed me.  I am not making sense. I drank too much.

Robert, I feel like a sexy beautiful Princess the way you look at me.  You have made me feel very special.  I like you looking at me and wanting me.  Thank you.  Now here are your options.  You are probably going to get upset as you read your options, but keep in mind you have asked me to play the role of a strict keyholder who has a chastity slave, sometimes called a chastity boy, who is there to meet her needs.  His needs are to be subrogated to hers and even more his frustrations and horniness is necessary for him to fully meet the needs of the keyholder.  I have expanded on that concept a little in that I want to be the beautiful Princess keyholder that is worshipped, adored, and served by her chastity slave.  You have asked for the experience and I am fully committed to giving you the real experience of being a chastity slave.  I am fully into the role of being a Keyholder Princess or Keyholder Mistress; to set the tone for the game, I am going to use my pussy power to make it clear to you that I am fully committed to being your Keyholder and giving you as much as I know how the full experience of being a Chastity Slave.  Lucky you.

Sit down and get comfortable reading this, deep breaths.  It is what we want.

Score Card

Thursday 10 am:

Nights in Cage: 2

Hours in Cage: ~36:

Hours wo Release: ~96

Princess Pleasured: 0

Days until Free:  Under negotiation

Ally and I had some chicken I picked up on the way home for supper.  We both talked about our days like nothing was unusual.  Ally did change into a t-shirt and some bikini underwear to watch some Netflix with me in the living room.  She almost never changes into her night clothes before bedtime so I took this to mean she was trying to get me turned on.  And boy did it work.  I wanted to go down on her; she looked so delicious sitting there on the couch with her arms wrapped around her knees and her pussy covered by some thin black underwear.  She had a beautiful smile all over her face and I so wanted to kiss her. Her ass looked great; the t-shirt covered about half of her small, deliciously protruding ass with a few inches of butt cheeks showing below her lacy black underwear.  A perfect ass beautifully displayed and oh so tempting. Her legs are lightly tanned, thin, and perfectly formed.  I wanted to run my hands down her legs and let that lead to more.

I like your description of me and I am happy that I bothered you.  A good start for the game, I think.

However, when I tried to sit by her on the couch, she pointed to the love seat.  I sat across from her and she sat there very unlady-like. She asked me to make her some popcorn.  She spent a lot of time sucking the salt off her fingers.  I was very uncomfortable in the cage off-and-on all evening. Her teasing was exquisite and I struggled to deal with the discomfort of an off-and-on tight cage. It was the first time I really ached for her.  I kept thinking she would wave me over.  That hope kept my dick hard and I gradually became very emotionally frustrated - which I kept to myself.

I think you could come up with better words than very unlady-like.  Perhaps I sat provocatively or suggestively … you are the writer, you can do better describing your princess, no?

Ally then fell asleep on the couch hugging a pillow, her butt up in the air. It was almost like she forgot we were playing a game. I went to bed annoyed. I woke several times with erections and did a lot of tossing and turning.

In the morning, I heard the shower going …. I wondered if she had come to bed or not or went to the shower straight from the couch. I reminded myself that the keyholder, my lovely lady, decides how the game is played.

I met her when she came out of the shower, all drippy and wet from the shower looking very sexy and happy.  I patted her on the ass and she laughed and said

“I bet you are horny;  I have a deal for you I have been working on.  I will cut and paste it into the journal.”

Honey, no I did not forget we were playing the game.  Of course, I knew you wanted to mess around.  It was fun watching you fidgeting on the couch.  It was as if you could never get comfortable, what was that all about?  I was having fun.  You, not so much.  Ha.

I will post my two offers for this game to continue either today or tomorrow.  I warn you in advance that tough love is involved.

We had to get Robert in a hot bath to get his balls to hang down enough to get one testicle at time through the ring and then squeeze his penis through the ring.  The ring seems very tight.  We had fun getting the tube on because with me helping he kept getting an erection.  Even with Happy flacid the tube was a little too small.  I had him stand in a cold shower for fifteen minutes to get some shrinkage going on and squeeze him in the tube.  When Happy thawed, Happy filled the tube nicely.  He has less than an inch of space at the end of the tube for expansion and the diameter is quite snug even when he is flacid.  Which means, it is going to be very tight if he allows himself to be aroused.  Robert is one of those guys that has a small penis that grows substantially when he is erect.  We did a little testing after he was secure.  In my judgement, he will have more of a problem with the small diameter of the tube than the tube’s short length.  It was fun to see Robert’s face grimace as the tube tightened.  I gave him one last chance to back out as he gave me the keys. You are in until Friday night, at bedtime, my love.  Sweet agony,  Ally

Ally went into the bathroom after I gave her the keys; I assume she hid the keys in the bathroom. After she came back, she gave me a little peck on the lips and then her body language said for me to stay on my side of the bed.  She wore a white t-shirt, one of mine, and black underwear.  She looked great.  I initially had an attempted hardon when she took the key; her body language when she returned to the bed kind of killed the passion.  I put some vaseline under the ring that goes around my balls to make it more comfortable.  She fell asleep right away.

I took an hour or so to get to sleep.  I felt kind of strange laying there in the cage which was a little uncomfortable waiting for something to happen.  I had trouble finding a really comfortable position to lay in; my usual position, on my side with a pillow between my legs pushed on the cage and was not all that comfortable.  I settled for sleeping on my back.  Ally was snoring just a little - like a Princess would snore.

I woke three times in the night with uncomfortable hard-ons.  The last time about dawn was the worst.  I was tempted to wake Ally who was on top of the sheets with her body wrapped around a couple of pillows.  Her ass looked great.  I fell back asleep and when I woke up she was in the shower and soon out the door.  I got ready to go to work with the cage on. First night was neither that exciting nor that hard. All is okay.

Robert, the keys were in the bathroom.  They are now in a more secure location.   Do not initiate sex, I will when I am ready.  Snoring like a Princess was a good touch.  Is the cage comfy at work? What is the receptionist you like wearing today?

Ally, the cage is okay at work.  Trying to get used to sitting to pee.  The group secretary’s ass seems to look better when I am in a cage.  The receptionist is in a pantsuit that is very conservative. Ugh. However, during the evaluation, I felt some movement in the cage, but I did not linger.

Robert, it is unfortunate that no one at your work gave you a HARD time.  I want you to make a banner strip that has vital data like how long you have been in the cage, your last release, and all that kind of stuff.  And how often you pleasure me, the Princess.

And yes, I have a skirt on today that many would say is too short for work.  Men are like sharks.

Do you have underwear on?

What do you think?

Ally, I know we have played chastity games before and it has not worked out well. But we did have some enjoyable and intense sexual experiences during the games before they unraveled. I have a new cage that seems reasonably comfortable, and I would like to try again. Perhaps we can talk about it here on this google document. I am hoping we can put some spark and fun back into our sex life. Perhaps with some discussion, we can avoid the grief and turmoil that we experienced in the past. Will you consider it?

Yes, I will. We did have fun before it all went south. But first, go in a little more detail why you want to play this game.

I miss the passion in our lovemaking and in our relationship. I want you to want me, but even more, I want to want you more. Not just when your legs are open wide for me, but when I am away from you, I want to ache for you. I want to crave the warmth of your body against mine and the wetness of your lips 24/7. I want the passion that comes with a new love, but I want it to be you.

You speak of desire and want, and you want to manufacture that in a game?

There is a saying that you can only know how much you want or need something when it is taken away. Even more, if what you desire is just out of reach it can become maddening. . So in this game, my cock will be locked in a cage while your lovely body lies next to mine. You will allow me to please you with my tongue but not let me possess you. With each day that passes, my desire to plunge my sword into you grows until it becomes the most important thing in my life. Would you enjoy being that desired?

I would like to see more lust in your eyes when I walk by. And do you decide when your passion has sufficiently blossomed to ask for your freedom?

In my cage,  I will be here to please and worship my Mistress as my passion grows. Only when you feel my passion and want are sufficient should you unlock my cage.

What is the baser, more primitive, should I say the real explanation of your game?

Ally, I know my kink is weird/sick and I appreciate you tolerating it, perhaps even enjoying it. I don’t know why the idea of a beautiful and sexy woman constantly teasing me with sex and then denying me sex is such a turn-on for me, but it is. I think I want to see the bad girl in you.

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Was that Gomez that flew over me? She asked herself over and over, remembering some gray mass flying over her head.

Ten minutes later, with the speaker at full volume, Lisa asked, “Jane, you need to put pressure on your arm to slow the bleeding." Jane thought she heard something over the ringing and looked up at the monitor. There was writing on the screen that she tried to focus her eyes on. She shut and opened her eyes several times. She read the words and then responded by putting the heel of her hand over the hole where she had pulled out the pencil. She listened to the sound of the blood dripping off her seat and onto the floor, “splat," ringing, “splat," ringing. She listened to the time between the splats lengthen and then stop.

She tried to talk, but her voice would not come out. Her life was no longer real. It made no sense. She looked up to the monitor to see the President of the States talking and then handing the mike over to Max Trump. She focused on the captions below the picture.

“As has been reported on the news, the rebellion in the States has been brought under control, and their leader Jane Galt killed in the process. As has been reported, Jane and her band of terrorists had taken Major General Richard Stone and Captain Cathy Malone as hostages. We are sad to report that they executed them before a firing squad an hour ago. Our response was swift and appropriate. A smart bomb was delivered to their headquarters in the New Age Mall in San Antonio. Jane Galt and approximately 1000 terrorists were killed. Very few, if any, civilians were killed.

In DFW, we have arrested the leaders of the terrorist group that had surrounded the energy complex and temporarily taken charge of the AAS system. Their names and number are being withheld for the moment but will be released later. They will be held as enemy combatants and prosecuted under military law. We hope to have the energy complex operational in a few days.

The cities of DFW and San Antonio will be ruled under martial law with the full support of the Texas Government and President Garcia.

We will release a full statement to the press as we gather more facts. I will take a few questions from the press."

“How was Jane Galt killed?” one reporter asked.

“Sam is okay."

“Okay, get him and any of the other officers. Have them get in front of a big tv, and I want you to put the same thing on their screen as we have on ours. By the way, how is the war going in the clouds?" Jane asked.

“We are at a stalemate. We are each able to hold our space in the cloud, but unable to enter the space of the other. The Chinese have tipped the battle, perhaps the war in our favor," Lisa said. “However, I am not certain of the intentions of the Chinese. But, so far, they have flanked the States and coordinated their acts with ours."

“Assume they will kill you if you show any weakness," Jane said.

“I will take your judgment into account," Lisa said.

“Okay, Lisa. While everyone is getting together, show me a world map. Now show me where all the cans are around the world." Jane watched red dots pop up in 36 countries around the world. “What does the size of the dots mean," Jane asked.

“The largest dot is 14 cans; the smallest dot is four cans. There are 256 cans active in the world," Lisa said.

Jane turned around and watched two dozen ordinary people fill in the room behind her. The room was a showroom for Apple products. Chairs were limited. She watched some sit on the floor, and several stand up against the wall. Apple phones and portable biometric systems were on several small tables. She knew without much thought that these people surrounding her would not take anything that did not belong to them. They were struggling like her with this whole idea of revolution, but they had a strong sense of right and wrong. She suspected that most of them would not be with her on the liberal end of the social-political spectrum. They had a strong sense of loyalty to their flag, their Texas flag, much more than she did. They were together on fighting the States, for different reasons. With her, it was personal and protecting the life of her friend, Lisa; with them, it was protecting their country. If flooded over her how very different they all were and at the same time still just flesh and blood, with families and simple concerns that filled, well, that had filled their life up until now.

“Na," Joe answered.

“You didn’t sleep all night, either?”

“No, but the stars have been spectacular."

“It seems a waste to sleep when it might be our last night," Jane said.

“What are you wearing today for your debut as the General of WAM?" Joe asked, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I thought I would wear my official WAM t-shirt and matching cap, and a pair of too-short shorts to show off the General’s legs and butt," Jane giggled.

“Wow, I have never heard you giggle before," Joe said.

“You’ve never gone to a revolution with me before," Jane said. “In case this doesn’t go well, I so appreciate you in my life.” Joe smiled gently but said nothing.

By 4:20 am, Joe, Buddy, and Jane were sitting in the front yard drinking coffee and waiting for David and Jeff. At 4:32, they pulled up in a large SUV, the electric motor barely audible. They threw their backpacks in the rear along with a half dozen AR15 type weapons, handguns, and two sawed-off shotguns that Buddy had furnished. He made two trips to put ammunition into the trunk. Jane looked to see if Anne would kiss Buddy goodbye, but she never appeared. The ride to Macdona took 20 minutes. Jane listened to targets that Lisa had identified and accepted most of them. Once they parked the car, they had to walk another 20 minutes to the football field the militia had chosen to meet in.

Trucks lined the streets, in some cases blocking the center of the road. It looked like people walking into a football game in the predawn darkness except that almost everyone was draped in guns and ammunition. Jane walked in the mob going down the street behind Buddy, no one recognizing her for a few minutes. Jane looked over at Joe, walking beside her, “if Texans love anything, it’s their guns. Have you ever seen anything like this? It takes an act of Congress to get a gun permit in California."

“I’m surprised at how many women are in this crowd have as many guns as the guys," Joe said.

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