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Mistress Trecia’s assignment from last night escalated yet again my current period of tease and denial.  This time, however, she decided to show me the other side of the T&D coin - chastity.

The three-part assignment didn’t seem like that big a deal.  First, I was to put on my chastity cage and lock it, then enjoy my favorite porn for 30 minutes.  Next, I was to insert the Aneros and use it for 15 minutes or until I thought I was reaching the point of no return.  Then, I was to unlock the cage, put on one of the pairs of panties that Mistress included in the goody bag, and go to bed.  As an afterthought, she told me to set up my webcam so she could watch.

I decided to set up shop in my bedroom since everything but the laptop and webcam were already there.  Things started out really well and I was able to get the cage on without any major issues.  Considering the trouble it gave me in the past, I was relieved that I didn’t have to fight with it.  I then started doing a little web surfing and pulling up movies I had stored on my laptop.  I immediately became rock hard, something that caused my cock to uncomfortably fill the cage.  In all the time I had previously worn it, I hadn’t experienced that and wasn’t prepared for the sensation. 

As the first 30 minutes continued, I had the overwhelming desire to touch myself.  Of course, reaching down just got me a handful of plastic.  I tried to shift it around a little to get some, even slight, rubbing in the right areas, but couldn’t get any satisfaction.  That’s when it dawned on me what locked chastity really  meant.  Many times when I’m edging, I have the thought that "if only I was in chastity, I wouldn’t have to worry about this", but the stroking is actually taking the edge off the ache of denial, even if for only a short time.  Not having any contact at all amplified the longing and, given that I was only locked away for just less than a full hour, made me finally understand the commitment and suffering that are a part of true locked chastity.

At the end of my surfing session, I set my laptop aside and inserted the Aneros.  (I noticed during the process that my cock was already a faucet of precum and I had left a huge damp spot in the middle of the bed where I was sitting.)

Then, I layed on my side, inserted the Aneros, and started the process of constricting and relaxing my anal muscles causing it to stroke in and out, massaging my prostate.  After about 5 minutes, it started to feel really  good and after a few minutes more, I was clawing at the mattress holding on for dear life trying to keep from cuming.  At one point, I think I even curled into a fetal position, teeth and fists clenched, as I struggled with the incredibly intense hands-free edge play.  (I heard the IM prompt, but didn’t read Mistress’s message until after I was done.  It said, simply, "poor baby" with a giggle.)

At the end, my leg was slick with the precum that had leaked out during the session, my body ached, and my cock fiercely longed to be stroked.  I removed the Aneros and cage, then just laid still and reflected on what it must be like for those locked into the cage for much, much longer periods of time.

I tidied up all of my toys and then donned the panties Mistress provided.  They were so  silky and soft and felt so  good against my aching, denied cock that I immediately sprang to full erect and started leaking precum all over again.  Mistress started laughing immediately at the sight of me in her panties, my transformation into her little panty slut now complete.

She did give me one wonderful gift - she said I could stroke myself to sleep, as long as I promised not to cum.  Of course, I woke to found myself still stroking myself which added another 3 blows to my caning tally.  Edge play is really pushing the limits of my endurance and willpower, but now that I’ve started in the face of chastity, I’m actually glad I’m on this path at the moment.  I can see full-time chastity in my future eventually, but for now, I’m happy being Mistress’s hand-humping stroke slut.