Later that evening, you lay in the hotel bed, both wrists and both ankles cuffed to the bedposts, blindfolded, waiting for Mistress Fire. You had a new chastity cage laying on the table beside the bed. You settled on a model that had short plastic spikes at the end, which would stab into your cock head if you were aroused enough to challenge them. And since the cage was just over 3 inches long, you had no doubt you would be dealing with them plenty. You had managed to sneak into Gisele's cube at lunchtime without anybody seeing you, where you put on your pants and rushed out of the office early, to get set up for tonight.