The slave named by Mistress Cordelia as Bunny waited patiently outside her house in his car. Or, rather, waited impatiently. But the impatience wasn’t because Mistress was late, it was because the almost two months (one month, three weeks, four days and six-and-a-half hours since his last orgasm , he calculated) spent in the chastity device was now really beginning to get to him. The first couple of weeks had been a bit of a joke and he had achieved the objective of one month which Mistress had set him, but now the whole thing was beginning to grate. He was going to have it out with Mistress (no pun intended, he told himself) and within a few hours at most he’d be out of the hard, unforgiving chastity device and into the soft, wet pussy of that local escort he’d struck up a regular ‘arrangement’ with, Sally. He had even already booked dinner and ‘afters’ with her that evening. As his cock tightened within the confines of the device the little bumps on its inside bit and caused him to squirm. He flushed, fidgeted and thumped the car steering wheel. How had he got himself into this?
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