It's just shy of seven days since i was last allowed to cum, but it seems like seven weeks(!)
i remain in that tortured limbo land in which i am constantly driven to frustration and distraction due to denial and yet at the same time am buoyed by a sense of erotic completeness gained from submitting to Her denial. i am a total head case.
i masturbated last night and again this morning, as per Her instructions. While wanking i wondered about a couple of upcoming "dates" i am scheduling with two friends, both of whom are recent (but pre-contract) lovers. And i fantasized that She would order that Her cock be caged when with them.
And then tonight i received an email from Her that included this: "...I want my cock to be well protected when you meet her. CAGED in its all glory..." [emphasis Hers].
Did i already mention how lucky i am?
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