You immediately started a timer on your phone for 30 seconds while I was still processing the meaning of your words. When it finally registered, the clock was already down to 25 seconds. I hiked up my skirt and quickly fumbled with the lock, trying to navigate the numbers to 0-3-0.
20 seconds. Shit – one of the numbers wasn’t aligned correctly.
15 seconds. The lock finally came loose.
10 seconds. I quickly removed the cap of my cage and didn’t even bother trying to remove the ring around my balls.
5 seconds. I grabbed my cock, already standing at full attention, and stroked it furiously under my skirt, trying desperately to achieve release in the final seconds I had been granted.
4-3-2-1.
“STOP!”, you yelled. You grabbed my hands away from my cock, pulled them behind my back, and placed them in handcuffs. My cock bounced heavily and helplessly in front of me, glistening with pre-cum and just moments away from full release. But release didn’t come – 5 seconds of stimulation simply wasn’t enough, even after 30 days of deprivation.
You grabbed an ice pack and held it against my penis to shrink it back down. You placed the cap of the cage back on my cock, changed the combination, and locked it back in place.
“Ohhhhh soooo close”, you teased. “Oh well, you’ll get another chance after you earn the next 3 numbers to the new combination. Your first task is simple once again: Wait 30 days.”
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