He was getting desperate. He just wanted to be let out of the chastity cage, and fuck her six ways from Sunday, until they both came in a heaving mess. But all day, she’d been telling him “later”. It was 6pm already. They’d eaten already. But now she wanted to watch one of her programmes; the one he didn’t like. “But please, Miss. I’m really desperate for you now.” She looked across at him. “I’ve already said not yet. Do you want to make me repeat myself?” He knelt by her feet, looking contrite, instantly. “No, of course not Miss. I’m sorry”. He fully remembered the discipline she’d given him the last time he’d decided to mouth off, and didn’t want a repeat dose anytime soon. She smiled at him. “Good boy. Why don’t you go fetch your harness and mittens for me.” He looked up at her, opened his mouth to ask a question, and quickly changed it to “yes, Miss”. Getting to his feet, he went to fetch the items for her. When he returned she got up, taking the harness from him, and slid it up his arms, moving behind him to fasten the buckle. The two padded mitts were pulled over his hands and buckled on, then she sat back down, holding onto the back of his harness. “Lie down on the sofa, baby. Head in my lap.” He did, whining a little as she fastened the mitts to his sides. Reaching inside the bra she made him wear, she pinched each nipple, putting clamps on each side. He moaned. “When I have finished what I’m doing, there will be fucking. Right now, I haven’t decided whether you should get to fuck me, or if I’m going to fuck you, and leave you caged.” She reached inside the padded plastic pants he had to use when wearing the flat cage she liked, fondling the cage, and his balls,making him moan with desire. She withdrew her hand, throwing a blanket across them both. “Some practice to keep you quiet”, she said, as she slid a penis gag between his lips. His hands wriggling helplessly at his sides, as she looked up, and started watching her programme, her hands idly toying across his body as he lay in her lap, feeling the pressure of the clamps already; knowing his nipples would be in more pain by the time the programme ended.