For our date time, Jalan had three wide nylon straps tight around my thighs, calves, and ankles.
My hands were locked in padded mitts which were padlocked together and held in front of my chest (prayer position, more or less).
There was also a rope ratchet attached to one mitt, passed under my upper arm on one side, around my back, under the arm on the other, to the other mitt, and tightened down hard. I could move my hands away from my chest only a fraction of an inch, and I could "flop" them somewhat, but the ratchet attached at the wrists of the mitts made a pretty limiting fulcrum.
After we'd had lots of good conversation and connection, she moved over and started stroking my cock. She noted some dry skin.
While she was continuing to masturbate me, she told me that for the next week I am to stop wearing the chastity cage and to moisturize my cock daily. I am welcome to edge while doing so as many times as I like* (I'm a sucker for gloopy lube),
But no orgasms allowed.
I asked if the ban on orgasms started immediately (since she was still stroking me!) and she happily confirmed it did.
I love my life.
*We use the Obedience app, and edging myself costs a decent chunk of points, so it's not quite as free as it might otherwise sound.
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