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My appointment was at 10:30, so I entered the clinic at 10:29. The app said the nurse would be late by about five minute, but that was not a good reason to be late myself. The waiting room was as I remembered it, light blue walls, black chairs, a small table with chastity-themed mags, a display cabinet containing different models of cages and belts.

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As I sat down to wait, my gaze turned to the only other person in the room. She was a blond woman, wearing a short and a crop-top, leaving her belly and the top of her chastity belt exposed. Her face was lightly flushed, her gaze unfocused. But she must have seen me glance at her, since she turned toward me and looked me up and down. "How long?"

"Five months now." I answered. "You?"

"Three years, eight months, one week."

I winced. "Sorry."

"Don’t be." she turned away, resuming staring off into space. "I’m a bad girl… I deserve this..." She murmured softly, her cheek reddening slightly in arousal.

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I looked over the display case, looking for the cage that was the same model as the one I was wearing. I located it on the third top-most row. It was a mid-range model, with an electric lock controlled by a phone app. As I was looking at it, I saw in the window glass the reflection of a man leaving the nurse's office, and then the clinic. Not twenty seconds later, my reservation number was called.

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I wished good luck to the waiting woman, and she made an noncommittal sound as I moved past her and into the nurse’s office.

The nurse was sitting at a desk, taping something on a computer. "Strip."

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I obeyed quickly, putting my short and t-short on the table provided for this purpose. I laid down on the examination table, wearing only my chastity cage (and socks). Of course that’s the moment my cock chose to try to get hard in its cage. I was a bit annoyed; I knew I wasn’t going to cum today, there was no need to get aroused and suffer from being confined.

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"Oh my, already excited?" The nurse came next to me, using a hand to caress my cage. "Don’t worry, I will unlock you soon. Do you want to be restrained?"

I looked to the side, there were handcuffs to either side of my head. Some people couldn’t resist the urge to masturbate as soon as their chastity device was removed, even becoming violent sometime if someone tries to stop them. Of course, even if they manage to have an orgasm, that just means that they won’t be unlocked again for a very long time, and not without being fully restrained.

"No, I can control myself." I hope.

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"Alright." The nurse had taken out a smartphone. There was a procedure to follow to unlock my chastity cage: the nurse had to generate an one-time code using an authenticator app that would check if I was scheduled to unlock, if the nurse had the necessary qualifications, and if my keyholder had authorized it.

When my cage received this one-time code by bluetooth, it unlocked, but the base ring stayed on. The electric lock would time how long I stayed unlocked, and add that time to my chastity sentence. Even then, if the cage isn’t locked back up for too long my keyholder will be notified.

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My dick rose, free from its prison. "How lively! You must really have been looking forward to this, huh?" The nurse smirked and took a ruler, putting it against my erect cock. "No change in size since last week, still no sign of chafing or infection. Did you have any issue with your chastity this week?"

Apart from the constant frustration? "No, not particularly."

"I see." Still that smirk on the nurse face. You could pay a small fee to the clinic and the nurses would act more professionally, and stop teasing or mocking you during your appointments. My keyholder didn’t see the need to pay it. "Now let’s see if your keyholder authorized you to orgasm today..." The nurse checked the smartphone again.

It wasn’t likely; I’ve been locked since she went to work in a prestigious firm, and she didn’t let me cum even when she came back for the holidays. I’m guessing she either wants to keep me denied for six months, or worse, a full year.

The nurse put down the phone. "Okay, I’ve read your keyholder’s instructions, and you get something nice this time. Close your eyes and relax."

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I let out a breath, and did so. Without my vision, I could feel my body more clearly, laying on the examination table, my leg horizontal and my upper body slightly inclined. My dick was still hard, and I felt the nurse gloved hand grabbing it.

"Imagine your keyholder. Picture her in your mind." The nurse voice was surprisingly soothing. I felt my cock starting to be slowly stroked. "She is smiling. She says you have been a good boy. You’ve endured for so long, you deserve a reward." The hand started to stoke me faster, I could feel the waves of pleasure building up into a crescendo…"

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But we don’t always get what we deserve, do we?" The nurse said, suddenly letting go of my cock.

And just like that the orgasm I was nearing was pushed, far away, into the future.

All my excitement, denied.

I involuntary let out a small whine, I wanted, I needed to cum… 

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!I took deep breaths. I squeezed the sides of the examination table with my hands. I wouldn’t get an orgasm today. Nothing that I could do would change that. I had to accept it.

Calm down. Relax. Stay in control.

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"pffft..." I opened my eyes. The nurse was trying, and failing, to contain a laugh.

"Aww, you make the cutest sounds when you are frustrated, don’t you?"

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I looked away, embarrassed. The worst thing was that this was the fourth time the nurse baited me into thinking I would get to cum. By now I should know not to fall for it. But alas, hope is immortal...

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"Anyways that’s all you’re getting, now lets clean up this cute little cock and this cute little cock cage!" The nurse took out a small basin full of soapy water. It was cold, making my cock shrink quickly.

It was humiliating, having to come here every week for hygiene cleaning. But my keyholder wasn’t there, and she didn’t trust me to clean myself unsupervised.

As the nurse started to clean the cage, hope started to rise again in my heart. Maybe, if I asked really, really nicely, the nurse would give me an orgasm? Even if it's only a ruined one? "Er... Sorry, but please, can you..." My voice was small and hesitant.

"What's that?" The nurse turned to face me, pale blue eyes locking with mine, the nurse face was serious and stern.

"Er, I..."

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no

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"Nothing, never mind!" I turned away, blushing.

Of course the nurse would say no, why even ask? If it became known that this clinic would give orgasms even if the keyholder didn't schedule one, they would lose the trust of their customers. My own keyholder would make me go to another clinic, and would also be disappointed that I went behind her back to sneak in an unapproved orgasm. I was even more ashamed when I realized I almost broke the trust of my keyholder. I truly don't deserve her, if I'm ready to disobey her when I get too horny...

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Unbeknownst to me, the nurse (who couldn't read my mind) had a whole other idea on why I almost asked her something, and then suddenly looked away, blushing. The nurse smiled again. "Alright, it's all clean, do you want to put it back on yourself?"

I, I won't be able to bring myself to do it... "No, please, can you put it back on?"

"Sure." My cock slid into the tube, and with a click, the electronic lock closed itself again. "There, all done!"

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I rose, not yet recovered from my emotions. After putting my clothes back on, as I was getting ready to leave, the nurse handed me a slip of paper. "What's that?"

"My number." My eyes widened. The nurse was wearing a smile that didn't seem too sadistic, almost managing to look innocent. "You will give it to your keyholder, and tell her that if she needs help to "manage" you, I'm willing to give an hand. In my off-hours..." And then the nurse winked.

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I think I managed to tell the nurse goodbye, despite my spontaneous cases of stammering and trying-to-get-out-of-the-clinic-as-fast-as-possible-itis.

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I stood outside the clinic, my heart beating wildly in my chest, the slip of paper still in hand. I looked at it. I tried to imagine my keyholder and the nurse, together. Choosing my chastity schedule, teasing me, perhaps even releasing me...

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My face burns. I must be red as a tomato. Worse, my dick is already straining against my chastity cage.

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This is going to be a difficult week.

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Who am I kidding, as long as I stay in chastity every week will be difficult.