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[KnownAsHerbert]

Good to get home early and I can work from home tomorrow so it almost counts as the weekend. Found Miss Emmie much better when I arrived home. She'll be back to usual by the morning I'm sure.

Maybe a back massage and an early night will do us both good. Not the best night's sleep last night for either of us.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Seems like Miss Vicki is nearly as excited as you are about your locked condition and having as much fun as Miss E.
She’s clearly going to be involved more in some way. Does she have a partner herself?

She does. A man called Dave I believe but I've never met him. The reason Vikki visited on the evening she did was that it was his five-a-side football night. I've no idea whether he knows the reason for her visit to our house though.

[Rufusstone]

At this stage he probably doesn’t but depends on whether Vicki is a blabbermouth. And if Miss E has given strict instructions to keep it confidential.

[Tongue+groove]

Or is Ms. Vikki just investigating the cage idea for Dave? Poor guy may not even know a storm is brewing.

[Rufusstone]

Valid point T&G, Vicki will be getting ideas from Miss E!

[KnownAsHerbert]

Normal service has officially been resumed. Miss Emmie brought some coffee to my desk and asked if I was too busy to take a break. I wasn't and even if I had been, I needed a break. I also needed to take in the sight of her in shorts and crop top again. We sat together enjoying the drink, some biscuits, a chat and, in my case, the view.

Me: How are you feeling?
Em: I'm fine. All good. You ok?
Me: Yes, I'm good. Want to try to get this done by 2.
Em: That'll be good. Nice and early. Then the weekend can begin.

When the coffee was finished she stood and leant back against my desk, right next to me, thighs within easy reach, boobs at eye level.

Em: I'll let you get on then but before I go, kneel.

Well, of course, I did as I was told. I think all coffee breaks should end that way.

Em: I really will leave you to get on with your work now. I'll be waiting for you at 2pm when you finish. Don't be late.
Me: I'll do my best.
Em: 2:01 will be too late. Stay hard for me and I'll see you later.

[Rufusstone]

I think you’ll have a full, exciting weekend!

[KnownAsHerbert]

“Arghh. Why can I spend 99% of my day without feeling a bloody thing, and then as soon as I lie down to try to go to sleep at night, it gets rock solid and demands attention?”

It wasn't a question requiring an answer, but Miss Emmie provided one anyway.

“It's because the Cobra is so good at doing its job. Working as intended. Among other reasons.”

Me: Oh. I expect you're going to tell me the other reasons then.

Em: Well, during the day your mind is occupied, with work and stuff. When you lie down at night, it isn't. Also, you're relaxed and comfortable and full of hormones because you haven't come for a while. On top of all that you're lying next to the most gorgeous sexy woman alive and you want to fuck her senseless but you can't. Now get down there and make me come.

Not the answer I was expecting but there was work to be done. Satisfied, Miss Emmie turned her back on me and said “Cuddle me please, until I fall asleep”. She was slightly curled up so I curled around her, put my arm around her body, fondled her breast, and waited until her breathing slowed and she drifted far away into her dreams.

Eventually I got some sleep myself, but was awake again at 4:30, rock hard and straining again. That was it. My day had begun and it wasn't even light outside yet. Miss Emmie describes my poor or interrupted sleep as an unfortunate and inevitable consequence or side-effect of chastity. I suppose she's not wrong, but it doesn't really help, especially when she's lying there in a deep rewarding sleep.

Cooking breakfast now so we can get on with our day. My parents are coming round sometime this morning so we want to be ready. They'll probably stay for 2 or 3 hours, maybe have something to eat with us and then they will "need to get back home" to feed the cats. I'm sure the cats could survive a little longer without attention but mum won't risk it.

On with my day....

[KnownAsHerbert]

Miss Emmie called me upstairs yesterday evening and told me that she'd run me a nice hot bath, and to get in and have a good clean up and a relaxing soak. Of course I did as I was told and it was a bit of a treat to lie there in hot soapy water even though I remained Nubbed because the bath-time was unsupervised. I could hear her downstairs clinking and clanking with cutlery and crockery so guessed she was preparing food too. Eventually she returned to the bathroom and was surprised to see that I was still in the bath. Apparently it was time to get out and dried off because the Chinese meal would be delivered soon, probably about 15 minutes. No shorts or skimpy top I noticed. She was wearing her fleecy jogging bottoms and matching hoodie. “Come down as soon as you're dry. No clothes” was all she said before disappearing downstairs.

Downstairs I noticed all the plates, cutlery, glasses and various serving spoons and other things had all been set out on the table. Candles waiting to be lit too.

Em: All fours.

I got down on the floor. Now what? Surely the food would be arriving any minute?

Em: I've noticed you've been a bit disrespectful to our Vikki.
Me: Have I? I can't remember when or how.
Em: You've been referring to her as just Vikki instead of Miss Vikki.
Me: Oh, sorry. I hadn't even realised. Sorry.
Em: It's ok. Here's a reminder though, for the future. Hold still.

Several strokes with her ouchy stick later, I stood up, apologised again and told Miss Emmie how lovely the table looked and what a nice surprise it was to find that she'd decided on, and ordered, the meal. She simply smiled a happy satisfied smile. And then the doorbell sounded and our dinner had arrived. She went to the door and returned with a box of delicious-smelling food, set it down on the edge of the table and asked me to start unpacking it and dishing it up because she urgently needed a wee. I was told not to pour the wine though as she wanted it nice and chilled so she'd pour it right at the last minute when everything was ready for us to eat. “And I want to light the candles” were her last words as she scampered up the stairs. I got on with my assigned task, opening the various pots and bags, spooning out the rice and dishes.

I heard Miss Emmie back in the kitchen as I was still dishing up in the dining room. She was fetching the wine from the fridge and called out “Sorry I was a bit longer. I decided to change out of those leisurewear things.”

Me: That's fine. It's just about all done here.

She brought the bottle of wine into the dining room and struck a match to start lighting the candles. I looked up to see the most heavenly sight I've ever seen. She had definitely changed out of her leisurewear and was now wearing a gorgeous maroon corset and a kind of skirt that I think is called a Tutu. One that sticks out sideways rather than hangs down if you can picture, made of a black lacy type of material. A section of bare thigh underneath the skirt before her stockings began. Oh my. My mouth literally went dry at the sight. She put one hand on my waist, gave me a kiss, and then took her time lighting several candles around the room, obviously giving me plenty of time to watch her. The rear view was as enticing as the front. Under the skirt she wore a thong leaving her bottom nicely viewable. Then she turned, smiled, and said “Ready to eat?”

Me: Wow, where did that come from?
Em: Does it matter? Do you like it?
Me: Like it? Yes! It's beautiful. Gorgeous. Lovely. Fabulous.
Em: Steady on. You're going to run out of words.

We were seated opposite each other at the table (she had set the positions out) so I could see but not touch as we ate the entire meal. I could hardly take my eyes off of her, yet all I could see was her face (obviously), bare shoulders, and breasts tucked into the top of the corset. She still had my key around her neck. Of course I was as hard as anything throughout the whole time and wished I could see more, her waist, thighs (I love her thighs), stockings (did I mention she was wearing stockings?) and feet. She knew all along she'd scored a win here.

Meal eaten, wine drunk, and I'm still sitting there like an idiot with a stupid grin on my face staring at her in a kind of trance.

Em: Ok, let's tidy up. You go and wash these things and I'll seal up the left over food and it can go in the fridge. There's plenty for lunch tomorrow.

Jobs completed and we sat down on the sofa, slightly sideways so we were facing each other. Finally I got to touch by reaching out a hand and resting it on the bare thigh at the top of her stocking.

Me: That is one stunner of an outfit
Em: I thought you might like it.
Me: I do. Oh, yes I do!
Em: Looks like you're about to burst.
Me: I feel like I am too.

We cuddled, kissing, touched, and in my case, ached for the chance to be unlocked. I was allowed to “help her out of the dress” which I did with much enthusiasm, watching those boobs pop out and feel the freedom again, nipples erect, ready to be sucked and played with. She threw her head back as I took each one in turn in my mouth and then she said “Kneel”. On the floor, I knelt in front of her now that she was wearing just the thong and her stockings. No further instructions needed so I lowered the thong and gave her what she wanted, and she came very noisily. Then, straight away afterwards, she laid down on the floor and just said “Again”, pulling my head in onto her pussy.

A little more wine, a breather, and some giggling (from her). "You're staying locked. For August. As agreed" she said.
"Yes, Miss Emmie."

I laid back on the floor, feeling tired, relaxed from the alcohol, but happy with the whole evening despite being horny and denied release. She looked at me lying on my back, stroked my balls saying "You asked to stay locked, you know", before lowering herself onto my face. "Again" she said.

A fourth time once we were in bed.

I went to bed very hard and frustrated last night, cuddling her until she fell asleep...

[Rufusstone]

What a wonderful night for you and she delightfully reminded you that you asked to remain locked for August. She still has over a week though to decide what happens next.
I did wonder what her surprise might be and must admit wondering whether it would be a strap on harness and Vixskin dildo.
Talented though you clearly are with your tongue, is Miss E missing some PIV?
You might be getting lots of frustration during August but she might be having to give up some pleasure too and I can definitely recommend trying the above combo. Much better than cheaper brands so worth you researching it.