A Long-Distance Commitment Ch. 05

I woke up the next morning with a solid woody, no cage. It felt awesome for a change. Jen must have released me in the night, but she was nowhere in sight to thank. Odd for a leisurely Sunday morning. She'd have been much more likely to be stroking and teasing me. But now, all by myself, I'm seriously ready to get some hand-exercise in, if you know what I mean. It's been so long! And Jen has been less than available. Not to mention her radical behavior last night; but I don't even want to think about that for another week.
My mind races to Karla. I know I shouldn't, but she is so hot and so intentionally trying to lure me in, for whatever reasons. But now, at least in my mind's eye I can safely envision her... edging that candy dish farther so he was pretty much laughing and winking at her, while I was terrified, watching the guy on the other side of me getting berated, kneed and dismissed. And apparently her guy nodded toward me, effectively challenging her to make my inspection equally terrifying. Her thoughts now drifted back again to fingering my ass last night, pushing me forward toward Mr.Owner, presenting me to him chin to chin. Meanwhile she watched her neighboring cock dance in its ballroom-sized cage. Tremendous fun for her, not for me.
My dick withered after getting Jen off yet again. And she sent me to the kitchen to boil some eggs am I right? Well don't forget me. Remember your commitment to *carry* the cage even if you're not wearing it. Are you remaining faithful to me in that respect?"
I lied. "Absolutely, Reesa."
"Ok, I'll take your word for it, but if you were to ever lie to me about that, you would break my heart. You're my ultimate friend and now lover, in my mind I promise you it gets better -- that one is just to scare off the ones who will fail anyway. You'll see, I promise you it's pretty much a breeze from here on in. Just a few chastity nights, and a Voting Night, and you're a shoe-in. Please don't give up now, Mr. Harold. The penalty for a failed Sponsor is severe -- more than you even know. Please don't make us endure that. We've seen other failed Sponsors punished in front of the whole club membership and it's horrid to even watch. I beg you: Reconsider. Please? Even just try one more week?"
"I'll talk to Jen. Maltepe Escort We'll see. Now dry those tears and hand me a candy. With your teeth."
***
Sweet! Karla's lips were so sexy. Her brief kiss made my dick immediately hard. Painfully so. I had to hurry to the Mens Room, fumbling with my phone, texting, hoping to get release.
"Reesa, Sweetheart. It's time for me to pull out, don't you think? I've been in your pink pussy for almost 20 hours already. Time for a break, ok? Whattaya say?"
"Oh Harold, Honey. That's not even a full day with me. Why do you want out of my pussy already? Don't you like dipping your penis in my pussy? What's going on with you? You're not just wanting to jack off, are you? I hardly even know what's going on in your life, what you're doing, what you like and don't like. Missionary or Cowgirl, Doggie, or what? Please share more of your life with me. Every detail. That's what lovers do. So how about this? Like every wife asks about her husband's day. And if he shares these mundane details -- which are very interesting to wives, then (and only then) does he get to later push his thing into us. So let's do that. I'll let you slide out now, so you can concentrate on your work, but I want you to promise to log all your activities of the day, so we can review your day together... tonight. And if you've been a good boy (of course), then I'll let you slide into me. But it has to be *all* your activities, including hardons, sex-talk and of course intercourse."
"You promise not to be jealous?"
"I promise. If you agree, I'll release you so you can get started on a log, and we can review it tonight. Deal?"
"Deal."
"See you then, Harold, Honey."
Whirr Clack.
My pants were down immediately, and I pocketed the cage. My hand took over, whacking off at a bruising pace. The thought of Karla's lips are driving me crazy. I had never gone that far with her except in my dreams. But the brief encounter was very real. And shortly, real cum was flying.
***
Returning to my office, I opened a new google-doc as a log, to be shared with Reesa... later.
Hmmm. Lets see.
1.) Woke up with this cage bruising my woody.
2.) Cold shower.
3.). Sticky conversation Maltepe Escort Bayan with Karla.
And the candy-kiss.
No, wait, I dare not tell Reesa about Jen's new club application and trial-period experience. Make that just...
3.) Karla fed me a candy, mouth to mouth, and it turned into a brief but sexy kiss -- maybe not meaningfully, but just a flirtatious gesture. Probably just wanted to see me get hard in the office.
4.) Begged you to release me -- sorry I didn't tell you the real reason I needed out.
6.) And jacked off in the stall of the Mens Room, thinking of Karla's kiss. (Reminder, Reesa, you promised not to get jealous if I was honest with you, sharing intimate details.)
7.) Cleaned off the stall wall, and went back to my office.
8.) Worked all day, uneventfully really, except remembering that candy-kiss. Karla tried to be very professional for the rest of the day.
9.) Drove home... with a hardon, mindful of sharing these intimate confessions with you, Reesa. And remembering well, way back in the day when we used to work together, I used to fantasize about your sexy mannerisms. And it always felt like, at just the very moment I might try to see if you had any feelings for me -- for instance, after we had played a prank on the Administrator -- remember, your boyfriend would stop in and sweep you off your feet. Your dreamy brown eyes would suddenly turn to him. You had always been pining and telling me about Richard, for instance. And remember that first time he stopped in and I was the only other person around? We were friends, so you didn't even hide your lust for him that day. You ran to see him and jumped up on him in a most unladylike way, wrapping your arms around his neck to passionately kiss him as your beautiful panty-hosed legs wrapped around him. Your short skirt rode up nearly to your waist. And after what seemed like an eternity to me, with your floral panties quite obvious still, you turned to me and winked. You knew I was watching, as you continued kissing, making him tent his suit pants. And then, and then only, having demonstrated your obvious sexual attraction to him and he to you, you introduced me, while still pressing your clothed vagina to his hardened Escort Maltepe cock. Your boyfriend whom you had so often been telling me about -- at times almost baiting my dick to get hard. Admit it.
10.). So yes, I was as hard as a rock when I walked in the house, with my briefcase covering my situation.
11.). Worse yet, now I need to tell Jen about Karla's begging. (And not about the candy-kiss, much less the masturbation session.)
So here goes...
"Jen... Maybe we should reconsider. Karla was in tears this morning, mortified as she anticipated the punishment of failed Sponsors. And she swears it gets easier in future sessions. Should we give it another week and then decide?"

"Oh how sweet of you, Harold! You big softy. After all you went through Saturday night, you're willing to forgive