"Don't you want your reward?"

I glowered at the grinning blonde maniac in front of me, feeling that increasingly familiar blush creeping across my face, "Duh. But you can't--"

"Hush." Erin's grin widened as she planted a finger across my lips, "Did you forget the rules of our little contest?"

I blushed as she reached down and wrapped one dainty hand around my chastity locked cock. Erin fairly purred as she watched the red creep over my face.

"Let me go over what we've agreed," Erin teased, the hand holding my locked cock slowly stroking up and down the plastic surface, her other hand holding my chin so I couldn't look away.



"I said that boys have terrible self control. You disagreed. You bet that you could go one month without orgasm. I agreed, as long as I got to lock your cock up to prevent cheating." Erin cocked her head sideways and smiled, "I believe it was...four days into our little contest that you begged for a break. Just a little stroke session. Just some relaxing porn watching. And what did I say?"

"B-breaks have to be earned..." I stammered.

"...earned...?" She raised a threatening eyebrow.

"...Miss." I finished lamely. Squirming in her dual grip as I flushed even deeper.

"Correct. Good boy." Erin grinned and planted a light kiss on my nose, "Now...earning your first break. I believe that costed you having to wear a collar around the apartment, right?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and then squeaked as she tightened her grip on my caged cock, "Gaaaah! Y-Yes Miss!"

"Mmmm..." Erin chuckled, "I did rather enjoy the sight of you in your collar, even more knowing that your cock was locked helplessly away. And all it cost me was letting you out to stroke for a few minutes, before locking you back up. Hornier than ever." She stroked my jaw, her eyes filled with playful, teasing concern, "And how long did you last before your next begging session?"

I wanted to sink into the ground. I wanted to bury my head in some dark hole, and escape the tidal wave of embarrassment that was threatening to overtake me.

"Un-Until the n-next morning..."

Erin chuckled, continuing to stroke my chin and my caged cock, "Mmhm. You were so cute, taking the initiative to get down on your knees and beg. Another stroke session, even longer. Yet you knew you weren't allowed to orgasm. That would negate the whole point of our contest. You were just wanting to touch your cock again with your own hands, like a normal boy. And what did I tell you?"

"Th-that I ha-had to be locked up in cuffs before you would unlock me..." I whimpered, squirming. Those cuffs had become a part of the uniform that she had imposed upon me after that fateful day. In addition to the collar, and the wrist cuffs that kept my arms pinned behind me, I was also sporting ankle cuffs with chains locked from them to a waist belt that I wore. It was utterly humiliating to have to ask her for help with basic tasks...something that often costed me additional bondage elements being added, or time spent with a vibrator hooked up to my chastity cage, teasing the hell out of me.

"How long has it been since I locked you in chastity?"

"T-three weeks Miss..." I moaned the amount, hardly believing it. Somehow it seemed longer. It seemed like my life had narrowed down to my existence in our shared apartment. In her control over me, and my increasing submission to her.

"Three weeks...you're my little chastity bitch now aren't you?"

I nodded, moaning incomprehensibly.

"So when I ask you if you want your reward..." She seized my chin in a tighter grip and forced me to look into her eyes, "You do want to be let out, don't you sweetie?"

I nodded, shuddering, as I whimpered, "Y-Yes Miss. Pleaseeee..."

"Well good. I'm glad you want it so badly. Because I want you to wear the maid uniform that I've laid out on the bed. And I want you to agree to wear that nice plump butt plug I bought especially for you."

"But...!"

"No excuses chastity bitch. You adhere to my instructions, all of them, while you are locked. For the duration of this challenge, you are my little bitch, and I am allowed to dictate how I control you. In fact..." Erin left off my chin, and stroking my caged cock, and snatched up something from her bag. My eyes widened as I confronted a dildo gag and I shook my head.

"Erin, c'mon, please this is far enough, I mean really, the chastity cage, the bondage, this is too muussgghhg!"

I trailed off into muffled exclamations as she shoved the cock gag into my mouth, buckling it snugly in place.

"You've lost speaking privileges for the rest of the week. I think its best that you reflect on how much you want to win this bet, my darling chastity bitch, because here is the final challenge you are going to surmount..." Erin's hand was back to stroking my caged cock, and her eyes glittered with glee.

"In eight days...we will reach your final day...and you will get to choose. I can unlock you, you can masturbate...and then that will be it. The toys will be packed away. Our fun will end. I will never play these games with you again. Or..." Her grin widened, "Or you demonstrate some self-control, some basic ability to defer immediate pleasure for long-term gain, and kneel before me and beg to keep being my chastity bitch. It means I'll keep your key. It means that I will occasionally unlock you to play with you, perhaps even to orgasm if I feel generous. But you will remain my owned, locked, and collared bitch. And I will treasure you like the valuable sex object that you will be for me."

I looked at her in disbelief as she leaned in to kiss the panel of the cock gag now stuck in my mouth.

"Consider your options sweetheart...and in eight days time you can tell me what you want your reward to be...instant gratification, and an end to our games? Or a deliberate surrender of immediate pleasure for longer term gratification and demonstration of discipline. The choice is yours..."

My despairing gagged wail mingled with her gleeful cackle...