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- Jan 1970
I find myself back in the MM jailbird cage once more, following just a month of liberty. My partner secured me this past April, keeping me in chastity almost around the clock until July ended. We managed to have intercourse sixteen times during that period. Sixteen orgasms for me spread over four months seems like enough, I suppose. She unlocked me at the start of August. Initially, those first few days felt odd as I waited for her to lock me up again, but the device stayed in its drawer until month’s end. It did feel strange initially, yet I eventually readjusted to my freedom. Then September arrived, and she brought out the device, telling me to don it so she could seal it shut. Having grown accustomed to being free, I disliked those first few days intensely, but now, nearly a week without release has passed, and the cage feels like part of my body once more. Now for a slight twist in events… This morning while we were cuddling in bed, she asked if I enjoyed having one month off. I replied that I did, though I also love being locked up just to amuse her. She then revealed new rules came into play, which caught me by surprise. She explained that henceforth, the only time I will be unlocked is during the first weekend of every month—starting Saturday morning and ending Sunday evening—but solely at her discretion. She might skip a month entirely… During those two days, I am permitted to orgasm. Afterward, back into the lock for another month, or perhaps two, maybe even three? I studied her face carefully to gauge if she was serious, but it seemed clear she had already made up her mind. With a smile, she asked me how I felt about this new arrangement, then whispered that we had unfortunately missed the first weekend in September.