[KnownAsHerbert] New chapter

[ARK]

Tongue + Groove,
Does Miss Emmi have a key to your cage???

[Tongue+groove]

Sorry half a world away but I’m sure that in a different life we were acquaintances.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Tuesday evening.
Home from work, shower, dry, and there's clothes on the bed waiting for me. Except that I know I'm not allowed to wear them if Miss Vikki visits. But I don't know if she will. So I go downstairs without clothes to be greeted by Miss Emmie with a hug and a kiss and an immediate instruction to 'Kneel'. Wasting no time. No acknowledgement about my lack of clothes.

Later, Miss Vikki did arrive and I was sent to open the door to let her in.

VK: Hello Herbi. Nice to see you're ready for me this time.
Me: Hello Miss Vikki. Good to see you. Come in.

She came in and gave my balls a squeeze as she passed me holding the door open for her. “Little black one again. I like it.”

I had the usual duties of offering and fetching drinks and generally being host while they gossiped away, mostly about Miss Emmie's forthcoming trip to see her parents. I sat patiently listening to them. I learned a bit about Miss Vikki's partner, David, who had been injured in the previous week's football game. He'd crashed heads with another player and ended up bleeding above his eye. He'd gone to football again tonight though, hence Miss Vikki's presence in our house.

They also spoke about Miss Vikki being deputy again and, almost as if I wasn't there, discussing how and when I'd be changed into the middle-sized cage and kept in it for “most of December”. Normally, Miss Emmie wouldn't let on (to me) and it made me feel as if she'd forgotten that I was even in the room. But I was in the room and now know what to expect. Unless she changed her mind of course. Which is quite likely.

VK: I'll have to come back next Tuesday then to see him in the middle-sized metal before you go.
Em: Yeah, that's fine. You're always welcome.
VK: Hey Herbi. Are you looking forward to having me as your keyholder again?
Me: Err, well, I don't expect you'll have to do anything. It's only for emergencies and I'm not expecting any of those.
VK: I know but I'll be expecting reports on how you're doing. And I'll be texting you to make sure.
Me: Yes, I realise that.
VK: Good. Don't forget because you'll get the stick if I have to chase you up about it.
Me: Ok, Miss Vikki.

Eventually, it was time for her to leave but not before she had a “proper look” at the nub and my cock inside it.

VK: Nice and hard, I see. Lovely. I'll try to keep it like that while I'm in charge.

Once she'd gone, I was left to wash up and finish off downstairs while Miss Emmie went to run herself a bath. I had instructions to go upstairs and wash her back, help her dry off, and look after her as soon as I'd finished downstairs, which of course, I did. Part of the “looking after her” bit involved another episode of 'kneel' before bed. Still not satisfied, she required more attention once we were actually in bed, and then I had to try to settle down to sleep cuddling her with a very dissatisfied cock informing me that it wanted some action too. It was a hard night. At least there's only 4 more until the unlocking and Big-O but I already know that it won't be enough and I'll be locked up in the metal straight away after. I wonder if I'll still get the ball ache and “third week” effects this time? Or have I grown out of those?

[Tongue+groove]

I wonder if I'll still get the ball ache and “third week” effects this time? Or have I grown out of those?

Interesting question. So far, for me getting past the third week and I start to settle down some. However getting to cum at this point was quite troublesome. It was a very emotional moment.

Just a day or so ago she had a craving to give a bj. She hasn’t been that aggressive in many years. I had a great fear of a drop from it and actually asked that I not cum. We’re having company this week and I didn’t want to be grumpy.

Strange this mentality.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Obviously I will just have to wait to find out but I hope the achy ball days and ghastly third week syndrome don't happen this time. I'm not really looking forward to them if they do.

I can't say that I've reached the point of asking not to come though. I think, given the option at any time, I would always still say yes.

One thing I am finding is that the closer that I get to unlock day (Sunday), the less tolerant I am becoming with being locked and the frustration of it all. I'm still behaving myself and doing everything that I have to do, but I've noticed that I'm getting more grumpy (with myself more than anything or anyone else) about not being able to get any relief.

Let's see what happens after the weekend.

[Tongue+groove]

I do think that an occasional release is healthy for the prostate. According to my Dr. it’s a muscle that needs exercising. However I’m getting to the point that I despise the emotional swings. I’m sure I’ll never quit completely, Mrs. G has too much fun with it.

So for now the sweet spot for me is when she commands me to cum and I can’t say no.

[Mr Pickle]

I wonder if I'll still get the ball ache and “third week” effects this time? Or have I grown out of those?

Cances are you won't. Not if you're only coming once.
Normally it would take a hard reset to get them kicking in again, along with levels of frustration akin to those when you first started. The upside is you get to have all that fun again?

Hang in there till sunday Herbs. I'm sure you'll feel much happier knowing you made it.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Cances are you won't. Not if you're only coming once.

Hang on... What?
Only coming once???

Once is not enough!!!

[KnownAsHerbert]

Chastity, I've decided, is like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get.

I had mentally prepared myself for the next few days in the Nub without any action before then. But yesterday evening I had the whole kitchen sink thrown my way, with a command to “Strip”, given the key and told to take the Nub off, a lengthy and wonderful edging, thorough clean up and inspection and finally, after a total of two hours unlocked, told to lock back up in the Big one.

Miss Emmie laid back on the bed (naked again) for the edging and said “Would you like to put it between these?” indicating her boobs. Of course I would like so said “Yes, please”. She let me, of course, but with the warning “If you come, Sunday is cancelled”. Oo heck. (Spoiler alert: Sunday's orgasm is still on the agenda)

So last night and all day today I've been driven mad by the big one (What the House of Denial website describes as “Standard” by the way, not “Big”. Just saying). Whether it's the pressure from the bars or the size of the gaps allowing bulging through I don't know but this big cage is no vacuum of space device. Thank my lucky planet that it's only 3 nights until changeover. Matters were not helped by Miss Vikki.

VK: Morning herbi. Hear yr in the big cage. Hope yr enjoying the extra room. Have u filled it?

I never know how to respond to Miss Vikki's messages. I know I mustn't lie and obviously ignoring them would be wrong.

Me: Good morning to you too. Yes, it the big cage until Sunday and all fine. Cage completely full.
VK: Lovely. Wish I was there to see it. Ull be in the med on Tuesday. Looking forward to see u then.
Me: Middle-sized on Tuesday, yes. See you then. Have a nice weekend.

Eeeesh, roll on Sunday.

[Tongue+groove]

As I’ve said before

You lucky devil!

So many of us would relish I your moment of trial.