Just an hour to go.

30 minutes.

10.

It’s time.

I decide to go for the single finger stroking my frenulum. My penis is hard. I use some spit for lube. I just need to get going and it produces enough after a while.

The video starts. It is just a black screen. But I can hear my Mistress.

Heels approaching. I can hear breathing getting closer. A little whisper “How is the blindfold, subby?”. Oh god. I almost tip over there and then. It is her actual voice! “Don’t get to the edge too early – you must stop this video when you do!”. My finger is rubbing, my cock is dancing. I can hear her moaning! I want to stop rubbing so I can have more of this, but I want to keep rubbing because it feels so good. She moans, I edge, and that is that. I have to stop the video, I have to stop the fun. I have to go back to my cage. I can’t stand this! I love this!

Four down, two to go. They will have to wait for morning. I need sleep. I need my Mistress!

Well that was a tough night. I have never slept in a cage before. Well, I say slept, but I was awake what seemed like most of the night. I kept being woken by my penis trying to get hard. My mind filled with thoughts of my Mistress, my edges, my kinks. It would take me ages to get back to sleep, and then it wouldn’t be long until I was awake again. The clock seemed to drag round to getting up time.

Two more edges. Two more chances out of my cage. Two more links. This first one isn’t going to take long – I am already very excited! It is time for some humping fun! On my knees, a pillow between my legs. The only way I can get contact with my penis is to grind into the yielding pillow. It is an exciting position, although it can be a bit hard to keep myself hard. Not so bad this time I feel! With a sense of trepidation, I fire up the video link. Surely, it can’t be the same again – not another exact copy of what I am doing? Mistress not visible, the view pans round and there I am! On my bed, humping a pillow! On my knees, working away. I am moaning, I am panting. I am breathing like a steam train. As I watch the screen, I can’t stop my hips thrusting. I can’t stop starting to grind. I can’t stop rubbing up and down into that pillow. I am doing the same as on the screen, on my knees, working away. I start panting, I start moaning. Is that a steam train? My penis doesn’t go down this time. In fact I am getting pretty close. I hear a moan from the screen, and I am on edge. I just collapse onto the pillow, breathing ragged, worn out! With no physical touch my hard-on starts to soften. Looks like I am going to get back in my cage fairly easily.

One more to go. Is that a good thing? I am incredibly turned on. Frustrated in my cage. All I want to do is stroke, but I can’t – I am in a cage! So, I struggle through the next couple of hours. Trying to think of anything but my final edge. Failing.

This is it then. My final edge. It has been a fantastic ride so far. Puzzles, directed videos, different ways of edging. I might be frustrated and desperate for an orgasm, but I am having the time of my life. One final edge. No direction, I can choose what to do. I decide to use just my fingertip. And maybe a pillow! On my back this time. I need this to last. One final video link. Click. And there is my Mistress. An amazing picture. 20 seconds later it changes to another view. Another amazing picture. Oh god, I am so close already! 20 seconds later. Another one. Arrgh, this is incredible. My cock is on edge, I am clinging on. I have to see the next picture. But, the video fades to black. There is that laugh again. But there is something else. The screen changes. More instructions.

“I hope you enjoyed your edges sub!

You have a couple of tasks to do today.

If you do them to my satisfaction then you will earn my time tonight.

Firstly, I want a picture. I want you somewhere public. I want you to be wearing your hose, your panties. Oh, and your bra.

Be careful. Hold up your boy top so I can see your bra.

Secondly, you need to pay for me. With a little discomfort.

When you get home, I want you to pull down your hose. I want you to spank your ass with a ruler. I want 10 spanks per cheek. They should be turning rosy. Oh. And you remember those chillis you bought yesterday. You are to rub a little on your rosy cheeks. Not too much – I don’t want you to hurt yourself. But I do want you to feel me. Another picture.

Send me the pictures.

If you did well, then I will be online later. If you didn’t, I won’t. You won’t know of course, so do your best!

And at 8pm, you are to be on your bed, with a butt plug in. With your hold ups, panties and bra on. Still in your cage of course. Have your sleeve and lube.

Good luck, sub.”

I knew I had to do my best to satisfy my Mistress, and get a chance of being with her tonight. It was going to take me out of my comfort zone, but that was a price I was willing to pay.

Checking back at the instructions, I had to go into public wearing a bra again. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, but it is always scary. There is no excuse for a male to wear a bra. It feels so conspicuous. It feels as though everyone can see straight through my male clothes to the bra hidden underneath.

And, not content with that, this time I had to expose it, in public, in order to get a photo. Where to do that? I had to find somewhere where I wouldn’t be seen, where there was no passing traffic.

So, I dressed – panties, pantyhose, bra, and covered them up with a T shirt, a sweater and some jeans. Into the car and to find somewhere for my public adventure. I settled on a park which had some paths through the trees. I could get into the trees, and get this done as quick as possible. I parked, and then realised my mistake. I had forgotten socks! I was going to have to risk being seen in hose. OK, calm down, that is not really noticeable, surely? I pass a few other people on my way through the park. Did they notice I was wearing a bra, and hose? I don’t think so, but my mind is playing tricks on me again, and every glance, look, makes me think they know my secret. This is torture!

I get into the trees. There is no one following on the path. I look ahead, and no one there either. Quick! Off with the sweater, up with the T-shirt. There is my bra. Out with the mobile phone, and snap a couple of quick shots. Drop the T-Shirt. And past goes a bike!!! Did they see what had just been happening? My heart rate is sky rocketing. I am so scared they are going to stop, but no, they carry on down the path. I need to get out of here. Now!

I get back home – my heart rate has just about recovered. Now, for task two. I don’t really like pain. Not my thing. I will suffer a bit for my Mistress though. Of course! I strip down, exposing my bare ass. Two cheeks, 10 spanks on each. I steel myself for this. It is going to take all my commitment to go through with it. I pull up a pic of my Mistress to give me some encouragement. There she is, with that knowing look. I raise my hand, and force myself to hit down. Ouch. It stings. Have I really got to do this another 19 times! What am I doing? Why am I doing this? I look up, and there she is, looking out of the pic at me, Oh yes, that is why!! Let’s do this. Two, three. Swap cheeks – one, two three. My ass feels warm. I am now going to have to start hitting where I have already spanked. Four. Ow, that hurts! Just do it! Grit my teeth. Here goes. Five, six, seven, eight. Need some relief. Swap cheeks, four, five, six, seven. Arrgh. Eight. Two more on each and this is over. This had better be worth it later! Crack – nine. Slap – ten. Swap cheeks and bang, bang. It is done. I don’t know how the subs you see on clips can take this – whips and canes? Shudder.

Check the instructions. Oh. It is not over! Chillis! Does she know I don’t “do” pain? But if I am to get her presence later…. I cut a chilli. I gingerly bring it up to my smarting ass. Wipe a bit on. And my cheek is on fire. This is a bit more intense than I had planned! I am in agony. I hope this is worth it! I take a picture and see my red smarting cheeks. Pull up my panties and jeans. This is going to be a long wait.

Send off the photos. No response. I guess I wasn’t expecting one. I am just going to have to hope I have done enough. Four hours till I find out.

The time just dragged. My ass cheeks stayed on fire for what seemed like ages, but the pain slowly started to subside. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but my Mistress. She was in my thoughts, in my mind. I could see her face. I could see her body.

The time just dragged. As the time grew nearer, my sense of desperation grew and grew. I hoped I had done enough. I hoped I would get to cum. I needed this.

I got ready. Panties, hose, bra, butt plug, sleeve, lube. Everything, waiting.

I lubed up the plug and start to squeeze it in. Why does this not get any easier? Mistress had said she wanted to explore this more. Maybe give me an anal orgasm. I am waaay off that yet. It makes me feel so very full, and yet, it is quite small. How do slaves get pegged with such massive strapons? Makes me realise how inexperienced I am. How much I have to do to be able to satisfy my Mistress. I keep pushing, keep trying to relax. And finally it breaks the tension, and my ass seems to eagerly pull it in, to settle round the shaft. I feel full. But also a bit like this is how it should be. My ass should be full for my Mistress.

It is nearly time. I finish getting ready. I line up all the toys. And my key. My key! The key to my cage. I am desperate to release my cock.

And I wait.

Time seems to stand still. The clock creeps round to the allotted time. I can almost hear the beep, beep! But everything remains silent.

She’s not coming.

What did I do wrong?

How did I fail?

I am going to have to suffer another night without relief.

This is horrible.