My phone rang and woke me up. Gosh it was 615pm, already. It was Barbara. I am at your door, please open. I ran out of my room, opened the front door,... and there she was in jeans and casual top almost no make up, and looked ravishing. I was in my pjs and tee, she said….Ohh sorry did I wake you up, I said sorry was tired and didn’t realize how long I slept. I invited her in and said please be comfortable, offered coffee and she nodded.I excused myself to freshen up and dress, and she said its ok,. Lying will always result in a punishment and so will unauthorized masturbation. Your days of jerking off are done. I want to show you something.” I rose and walked to my dresser, returning with a small brown box—the one that had been used to ship it through Fed Ex. Opening it, I showed the contents to Henry.“What is it?”It’s a male chastity cage, sometimes called a cock cage. Let me show you how it works.” I slipped his balls and flaccid cock through the restraining ring and pushed his. It was full and there were just a couple of tables empty. We took one and sat down looking for our stranger. At the bar was a White man who was slightly chubby and seemed to be about 50. We called the server and sent that man a drink. He got the drink and looked at us waving his thanks. We waved him back to come to our table. He came and his name was John. My GF was wearing a tiny skirt with heels showing off her long legs. John sat next to her and we started talking. He was from Texas and. Now they are both rubbing each other, right into this. It is time for the finishing touch. Missy slides her hand out of Sylvie’s shorts and grabs them, breaking the kiss. Too drunk to react quickly enough to stop the catgirl, Sylvie raises her ass and watches the shorts slide down her long legs. The bare, smooth pussy is exposed as Missy pulls the shorts off the girl’s feet and tosses them onto the floor. Sylvie gasps, panting while she watches the household pet move down the couch between her.