Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

On June 30th, Mistress Linda and I went out for dinner. She noticed me gazing—and lustfully so—at the ankle boots of a young woman seated nearby. Leaning in close, she whispered, “They’re lovely, aren’t they? Feel free to stare as much as you like. You’ll be locked up in your shame cage for two weeks!” That night, I slipped into my CB 6000. Later, Mistress Linda mentioned the episode to one of her daughters, who remarked, “Yeah, he’s always checking out feet and shoes.” Together they agreed that keeping me caged throughout all of July was the right call.