In retrospect, it might have been too soon. We had only known each other for a few weeks. We had gone out a couple of times, gotten to know each other a little. We had made out a few times, but that was the furthest we had gotten.

In retrospect, I should have said no. I should have said it was too early and how about we talk about it in a few weeks or months? But I was really, really into you, I saw no reason not to trust you and I was desperate to speed things along, to get beyond mere making out. And what better way to do that than to indulge your kinks, right? Even if they include this weird contraption that has prevented me from accessing my cock ever since? In retrospect, I should have asked how long you planned to keep me locked. I assumed it would be just a few hours, maybe overnight.

But I clearly misunderstood your intentions. For weeks now, I've been locked in the small, cramped cage, unable to get hard, unable to get relief, unable to even touch myself, its weight reminding me of your control over me with every movement I make. I've been getting more and more desperate, more and more frustrated, while you've been consolidating your power over me each time we meet, slowly turning me into your obedient toy. Things did progress beyond mere making out, though. I have seen you naked. I have touched your body. I have pleasured you with my mouth. It's just that my cock wasn't able to take part.

I heard your key in my front door and the sound itself was enough for my cock to try and get hard in the cage, in vain. Please, let today be the day you finally unlock me. You have to do it sooner or later, right? I have never lost hope, but god, is it hard not to lose it some days. If you say no to me again today, you might just break me down completely.

Is it finally my unlock day or will you push me more? It's up to you completely! After all, you own the key. And I never asked how long you wanted to keep me locked.