Another release with no orgasm. I never knew there were so many ways to make this happen.
The main thing I wanted to write about this week was my time in the cage. I experienced for about 2 minutes what was a panic attack where I almost signaled that I needed to be let out. The last time I was in the cage, I was left in for close to three hours, but was left in fully secured, arms chained to my sides and pretty much unable to move. The nipple clamps were also removed after about 20 minutes before you had someone else in the room while I received my treatment. This time the clamps were left on when my body felt someone enter. I knew at that point I was alone, and the clamps weren’t going anywhere. Knowing what pain was coming caused my brain to lose its relaxed state. Your words in the headphones all but disappeared and that panic set in. My brain began racing and all calm went right out the window. I found a way to get one leg and one arm free and took just enough power back to calm myself so you could have your session in quiet. I know had the clamps been removed I could have laid forever in that cage, but the thought of that pain lasting for a possible 2-3 hours robbed me of that calm. It’s Sunday now and my left nipple is still extremely sore.
When I was finally let out of the cage, I couldn’t take even the slightest amount of weight and had to slide out on my back. When you finally removed the clamps, the pain of removal was so intense that there was no chance that I was going to be able to register and pleasurable feeling. Of course, you chose that moment to unlock my cage and use that piece of me as an extension of you. I felt the release but there was no orgasm. I was still feeling the relief of being out of the cage and the constant pain. To this date it’s probably the most torture you have ever put me through, and the reward was a release with absolutely no orgasm.
The drive home went by in a flash. When I finally got home, I sat down in my recliner and immediately passed out. My brain was shot and my body was exhausted. I woke up for maybe a half hour that evening, moved to my bed, and slept until the following morning. Upon awaking I only craved to get right into my required work attire to please you. The feeling of the tie and the form fitting vest making me feel like I was wearing a leash inside of a mobile cage left me straining in the chastity device. That edging was extra frustrating knowing it was just leading to an orgasm that would never come…and that cycle has continued to this vey minute. It leaves me exhausted every day, but excited to start it again every morning.
