Prisoner of your will

After our very pleasant first meeting yesterday, you kindly lent me a chastity cage and stockings, which delighted me.
What a great feeling it is to take public transport with this cage and these stockings covering my legs! I feel like a complete prisoner of your will, and I have to admit that it really turns me on. Despite everything, I absolutely had to restrain myself from getting hard during this journey, and the first difficulties were making themselves felt: for some reason, when I put on my mask (obligatory on public transport), I still had the delicate aroma of your panties... This excited me a lot, and the cage pinched me when I got hard. Sometimes I'd stop walking to try and discreetly put my testicles back in place... If people were looking at me then, they must have wondered what I was up to all by myself, wiggling like that.
The second difficulty is that I walk fast. So I tend to take long steps, but then the chastity cage makes a little metallic noise, albeit quite discreet. I've forced myself to walk slowly, which is complicated for me. This humiliating sensation delighted me, even though I tried not to think about anything so as not to get too hard and hurt.

When I got home, I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing this chastity belt and these magnificent stockings (which I put on like an idiot, but never mind, the intention's there). I imagined myself with those stockings locked by you to a garter belt, and I had the urge to masturbate. After all, the key was in my jeans pocket... /.../

Bedtime, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Around 1 a.m. I was feeling nervous and unable to fall asleep. I had to get rid of all the frustration you had inflicted on me. One part of me wanted to betray you and open my cage, while the other wanted to remain faithful to you and hold back again...

Testimony of Clément.