The Lockdown
“Incentives are not working with you. I told you to behave well, and that I would give you what you need. So I guess we try a different approach.”, she said that Friday morning. “From now on, you will carry a sentence: one year of cockcage.”
He looked up to her while kneeling in front of her feet. “That’s impossible. Literally.”
“Of course it is”, she replied. “But that’s your sentence and you will serve it, one way or another. Trust me, I have no scruples locking you up for that long. Maybe you get to wash your dirty dick once in a while, but other than that the lock is on and the keys thrown away.”
He looked confused, in disbelief of what he just heard.
“I’m not giving you second chance. You will pay that price, effective immediately. But I am making you an offer.” She stroked his cheek, softly but determined. “You owe me, don’t you?” He nodded. “What do you owe me?” He avoided her gaze. “You were supposed to clean out the basement and fix a couple of things around the house, weren’t you?” Again, he nodded. “But you didn’t. That’s why we are where we are. So here is my generous offer. You have 48 hours to finish the things I fucking told you to do.
Here is what we are going to do. You will serve a special punishment of eight hours per week. That will replace your regular sentence for that week.”
He sighed in relief.
“Don’t get too cheerful here. It’s a week’s punishment condensed into eight hours. I will make you suffer, will make you feel pain.
Unlike previously, the sentence will be carried out whether we feel like it or not. You will have your safe word, but it won’t help you much. Use it for anything but a true medical emergency, and you will spend the next seven days in a cockcage. I really won’t give a shit.”
The sentence
You are hereby sentenced to wear the cock cage for one year.
You are on parole. During parole, you have to fulfil work requirements as set forth by your Mistress during the weekly sprint planning. Depending on your performance, she will determine the punishment for the week.
Furthermore, the following terms apply:
- Use of the safe word without medically relevant reason and no danger to your health will entail wearing the cock cage until the next punishment session, or for seven days, whatever comes earlier.
- The timing of the punishment session is set by the Mistress, and can be spread out over the week as she considers fit.
During strict punishment
- The ballgag and nipple clamps can be worn for up to 30 minutes without break. After that, the slave is entitled to a recovery period of up to 10 minutes.
- There is no time limit on the wearing of the hood and the cock cage. Neither is there for the butt plug. However, the slave may request one 5-minute bathroom break per day, and may request reapplying lube up to three times a day.
- Handcuffs can be worn indefinitely, even beyond the eight hours period, e.g. on additional evenings, or at night, at the discretion of the Mistress. In case of uncomfortable positions, such as hands cuffed behind the back and to the wall/an object, or hog cuffs, the slave will be granted a 5-minute break after every four hours.
- The Mistress may be supported by female assistants at her discretion, without consulting the slave.
Reporting time was 9 am, every Friday, and on other days as needed. He had to ensure that by that time, he had taken care of all external obligations.
The sprint
It was Friday, 9 am. As per protocol, he stripped bar-naked. She was wearing her brand new leather pants, a low cut top, and an elegant blazer. The perfect outfit for Paradeplatz as much as for the sex dungeon.
The sprint planning went smoothly. They reviewed the tasks that had to be fulfilled during the last six days.
The tasks for today and the next week were readily identified and prioritised. As always, Friday was planned as the intensive development day. The review was planned for 5 pm already.
“You know the drill. Ten story points for the week and I shall have mercy with you. So far you only complete 6.”
Everything was prepared. The butt plug with harness, the cock cage, the lube, the chains. She plugged and caged him, like every Friday. The legs irons connected his ankles with the frame of the desk.
She removed all distractions from the desk, particularly the phone. In their stead, she put a jar of water and a loaf of bred, as well as a plastic bag and wet wipes for his natural needs.
5 pm always arrives faster than planned.
So what do you think?
Did the slave complete his 10 story points?
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