Panties, Hose, no problem there! The shaper was a bit tight, but it pulled my gut in and made me stand a bit straighter. Trouble was that made the bra sit a bit more pronounced, maybe? Feminine jeans! They had a flat front, and zippered up the side! And no pockets on the butt! And the t-shirt did little to conceal the bra. Luckily I still had my sweatshirt from the journey in. Checked the note – there was nothing to say I couldn’t wear it! That covered it up, and covered up the top of the jeans as well – I might get away with this! My heart rate was racing along though!

I make it to my car. At least I can get home now, right?

Beep!, beep! In comes a message. It is like she is there!

“Can you just pick up some supplies on your way home?”

“Just stop at the store and get another pair of hose, and some chilli peppers.”

Oh, not content with wearing feminine clothes, I now have to go and buy more hose! And what on earth are chillis for?

A supermarket should do it. It is pretty busy and I have to park away from the entrance. No hiding this time then. Are all the looks and glances just in my mind, or are people actually noticing I am in female clothes? Constantly aware of my bra straps, my shaper, my jeans, I hurry in. Takes me a bit longer than hoped to find the right size in hose. Everyone must have noticed me. But I get them, and rush on to the vegetable area. Red chillis.

There is no queue for the self checkouts. Pay, get back to my car. Drive home. My heart rate starts to go down.

Beep! Beep!

What now?

“Sub, you have a pic puzzle! I know how much you like them. But this one, is a little…different. Have fun!”

I LOVE the puzzles. Will I get to see Mistress? 250 pieces – this will take a while.

And it did – kept me nice and busy. Mistress was there. So, what is the difference? Ah, she is holding a piece of paper. I have to complete the puzzle to read it!. What will it say?

Nearly two hours! But, well, well worth it. There she was. Amazing. Perfect body, perfect face, perfect hair. Incredibly beautiful underwear. My little penis tries desperately to get hard in its cage. Can’t blame it! But there is a difference in this pic – she is holding a sheet of paper. The title: “Instructions for my Sub”.

“You are to edge six times during the next 24 hours

They must be done individually

When you are not edging, you need to be locked back in your cage

Each cage period should be no less than 90 minutes

Any and all precum must be consumed

At least one edge must be in your sleeve

At least one edge must be humping a pillow

At least one edge must be only using fingertips on your frenulum

At least one edge must be whilst wearing a butt plug

You must watch my preferred clips while you edge – you got the list of links yesterday

You must tell me how you edged, what you were looking at, how long it took. Each time

You can use ice water to shrink after your edge to fit back in your cage

Enjoy!”

Well, this is going to be fun! Six edges – yay! Specific instructions on how to edge – yay! Eating pre-cum – yay! Back in cage between edges – hmmm, not so yay!

Well, no time like the present – let’s have that first edge right away! I unlocked and removed the cage. Didn’t take long for my penis to agree that this was a great idea! No getting that in the sleeve! I think maybe just full hand strokes for this one.

All ready to go. I fire up that first link. An incredible Mistress, dressed to kill, in a tight latex outfit, with long boots, wielding a crop. She takes hold of her strap on and starts stroking. My hand is automatically doing the same on my rock hard cock. She slows, I slow. She speeds up, I speed up. She changes rhythm, I match it. But this isn’t going to last long! I am getting close already. Almost as if she knows – she says “Edge. Slut!”. And I do, almost immediately. I force my hands away, I can’t fail already. I slurp up the little pool of precum. My penis is still hard. How am I going to get it back in the cage? I can’t just wait for it to go down – that might take hours, and I don’t have hours! And then I remember the ice water. I am going to have to try it.

I get a bowl, fill it with cold water and ice cubes. And I grit my teeth and plunge it in. At first, if anything it makes It harder! But then the cold starts to set in, it shrinks. It’s working! When it is small enough, I dry off, squeeze into the ring, and lock that cage back on. I feel desperate! 90 mins to that next edge…

Second edge, second link. Same Mistress, but this time she was pegging a sub. How weird that I had chosen this one to put the butt plug in? I could feel it vibrating away, as I saw on the screen a Mistress thrusting away. Didn’t take long for my penis to be hard, for me to stroke a few times, and for me to reach the edge. Hands off, I just watched till the end of the clip, so close to tipping over. Hard again, I had no choice but to use the ice water for the second time.

Perhaps this isn’t so fun after all. These periods in the cage are torture. Not made any easier by the fact I have to message Mistress to tell her what just happened, and my penis gets hard, or tries to at least, every time.

An hour and a half drags by. But I have to keep going if I am going to get any sleep tonight. Edge three. Off comes the cage in a frenzy. I lube up, and plunge into my sleeve, I put the bullet in the little pouch on the sleeve. My cock is filling the sleeve. I start rubbing it up and down. Oh, the video. Of course. Link three. A close up of a sleeve. What? How is this happening? Am I being watched? I hear a laugh. On the screen the sleeve is being manipulated by long slender fingers with long dangerous looking nails. Up and down, squeezing even harder. In a trance my hand does the same. Up and down, squeezing even harder. Up, and down, squeezing. My head is spinning. I am so close. I am edging. Hard. Stop. Stop. I calm down. I pull out of the sleeve. At least this time the pressure of the sleeve in such that I am not so hard. I cram myself back in the cage.

Here we go again. I can’t think of anything else. I can just see my Mistress in my mind. I can just hear that laugh. I can almost feel that sleeve – is it her hand? My mind is a mess.

Beep, beep!

“How’s it going, sub? Three edges in, I hope you are being a good boy for me? Link four is a good one! I look forward to hearing about it! Have fun!”

Arrrgh. I can’t take this. I am in bits.