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Chapter 1 - the good "ol days... the bad "ol days
After being married now for almost 7 years we had hit the plateau. The one where you're happy being together but spending time together means watching a movie or chatting over dinner about work or local events. We were middle age before our time and conservative.
We always had a fantastic sex life. She would get so wet just being around me; I would get so hard every time I just saw her. She loved to suck my cock although she never once swallowed she gave it her all and we both enjoyed her enthusiasm for cock sucking. She would like to show me my load on her tongue before she spit.
The sex was great although a little predictable. Over the years predictable became tame; tame became boring; and boring became infrequent.
I had always had a slight kink to my fantasies and at times I had tried to push it on her, not too subtly unfortunately, as there was some resistance for the ideas. She would prefer "normal' sex to being tied up wearing a PVC cat suit. Together we did try to liven things up. I say together, but really it was always me that came up with any ideas. I bought and introduced many toys to the bedroom. Dildos, creams, piercing, tattoos, lockable high heels, cuffs and ankle chains. I even tried to bring these things into areas outside the bedroom; or more specifically outside the house. We would be out in the mall and I would present her with a small box with written instructions. The paper would tell her to go to a bathroom and insert the small wireless vibrator from the box without saying a word about it. I would be operating the vibrator and bring her to the edge several times in an environment where she could not defend against the oncoming feelings but I wouldn't let her cum over that edge.
All these things were great and she enjoyed them but since it was myself that drove the ideas and how they were applied if I didn't push the ideas nothing happened. I got tired of it being a one way effort. We fell in to no-man's land again and my efforts waned together with the frequency again.
There were the occasional scenes where she would let me tie her up in a suitable position. Normally either elbow together ankles bound with her tits jutting out beautifully and then to be used as my oral toy or her hands tied to the outside of her ankles, forced to stay in an ever available position with her butt in the air, face and chest on the floor; wet pussy on view. Many was the hour she'd stay like that with a hum of a vibrator preparing her for me to enter and cum inside and afterwards watching to see my semen dribble down her inner thigh.
These scenes were few and far between as she never reveled in or understood the submissive role I guess.
In my mind though, we engaged in such a wonderful alternative life style. In my mind I would have her hog tied with a gorgeous red ball gag to finish it all off or simply tied wrists to ankles where I'd place her face down. She has the most beautiful figure with a fantastic shape of a butt. She'd get rammed every time in that position. Looking down on her in a helpless position, the position that every sub wife should be placed into, I would fuck her from behind and enjoy her tight pussy. I'd roll her over after I had used her and there'd almost be tears on her face from the rough fucking. I would gently remove the gag and massage her face and kiss her gently. I would make love to her again spending a long time tonguing her to an orgasm.
Mentally I'd pick out the most sluttiest outfit of the clothes she had and arrange for us to meet in a bar. I would have followed her there, making sure she was safe AND not get arrested for working the street. I know it's a classic but I'd enjoyed the fantasy of it all.
We'd meet, I'd buy her a drink at the bar, we'd move to a booth and pretend that we'd picked each other up. I'd make her go to the bathroom and bring back her panties to me. With a thin, light, very short split skirt she'd very venerable and I made the most of it. I'd slip my hand under the booth table and under her short skirt and play with her there in the bar. She would get so wet she'd have a wet area on the skirt as she left. I always had her wear a color that would high light this.
It was my fantasy life; my internet fantasy life fueled vicariously by stories and pictures of others who lived the life I needed. Reality though was a cold comparison filled with diapers and sleepless nights for all the wrong reasons.
My favorites list of porn sites on my computer, together with the growing collection of photographs of those girls who would do the things my wife would not, was growing larger.
Life came to a head when I decided I could not continue in this direction and I had to say something to save our marriage. We talked through the night and I skirted the issues of what I wanted and what I needed from our relationship. The long silences during the talk session faded towards compromise.
My wife agreed that what we had discussed was something that I needed and wasn't a passing phase. She agreed to try some things again. I strongly believe that it wasn't that she didn't want to but that she felt she had moved on in her adult life with the family and that for her it was a phase. But she would consent to some things to save our marriage. If that's what it took, then she was in.
Chapter 2. pole dancer
Although I couldn't fault the reason and drive, the sentiment wasn't what I wanted but for the time being I got what I needed. Life at this point was good and the sex life was the thing of stories, complete with the photos to prove it.
Over time though this kink of ours turned in to a kink of mine and she lost interest again with her dominant self over ruling the submissive side of her . She still submitted to some bondage sessions; she still got the occasional forced fucking together with a deep throat blow job, my hand wrapped in the pony tail forcing my cock deep; she still wouldn't swallow, but all this was for me ( not including the spitting ) and not us. I could see it in her face. She wasn't happy in the role anymore. For me the kink only has its attraction when the sub has the desire to be a submissive. For me that would be her asking and loving to be placed in bondage or be exhibited in public by wearing various outfits for that session and getting enjoyment and fulfillment in that role. Being a sub wife is a natural state, the same natural state as being straight or gay; being vanilla or kinky, it just is; and this was not hers. She had done her best to submit but her heart was asking whether the marriage was worth this.
She had lost this drive to submit for the marriage; to submit for me . Over time we had another child and then I lost her again to the family. It's a common situation and one where the secret life of bondage doesn't shine through. Sex was infrequent once again and masturbation was a poor substitute. Nevertheless, it was a substitute.
I threw myself into my work. I wasn't missing out on much at home. This sounds selfish and I suppose it was but take away sex and men get selfish. It was a two part family; my gorgeous wife and children; and then me.
This went on for a long time before I got an offer of a job out of state. I was in Colorado the new position being in Massachusetts. There were long discussions between us and I think both of us secretly knew we needed a break. I agreed to take on the new job but the new responsibilities meant that I needed to concentrate to get up to speed as soon as possible.
It was arranged that I was to lead the way there with the family to follow. The original intention was that the time frame would be in the order of several weeks to a month. She was to stay at home in the relative comfort and familiarity and to help in selling our home and then to sort out moving companies and so on. What with the housing market as it was, the time frame turned out to be much longer. We had thought in terms of weeks but things turned out to be months.
Male needs as they are and my pre-existing sexual release habits turned in to being a sex and stress release. Once a day turned into some form of world record in masturbation. Three times a day was becoming the norm. Even with my wife's lower sexual needs sitting at home on the other end of the telephone she could sense that there was no "Want' in my voice when I called and no desperation for her after a short while. It took her a long time to ask whether I was using a professional for relief. I don't think there was much relief for her when, after some level of convincing, I came clean about the masturbation and my frequency.
More long silences.
We had set up a cam with sound capability and we chatted on line every day. The novelty settled down quickly and conversation moved from the trivia of daily life to sharing deep thoughts and feelings. Things started to get more and more intimate over the time. She started to use the cam to tease me by wearing tight little tops and skimpy tight shorts where she would do a little fashion show everyday. It moved to wearing only lingerie and she would start taking requests so to speak. She was so hot to me. I couldn't have her of course and the fact that she was feeling very sexy and needy rubbed off onto me because I certainly wanted her. It started that she would follow my requests when I said to go and get her dildo. With the cam focused in I would tell her what to do and when to do it. She would work herself over and I would masturbate over the images I was watching on the screen. If I knew how to copy the web cam I would have made serious money on the porn scene with her as the star.
I had said a comment off hand one day that she obviously took to heart and thought about. I said that even with all these miles between us she still had the upper hand and could make me cum whenever she wanted because she knew exactly what I liked and could turn me on just by showing up in front of the cam in something small tight and PVC or carrying her vibrator in hand and working it so good for the camera.
She knew that I liked to be teased and made to last the course. She started to tell me to wait and that I had to watch her pinch her nipples and stroke her breasts in those tight satin tops or those tight "camel toe' PVC thongs. I was to time myself, for her to watch me turn myself on and cum on my chest. Sometimes I just couldn't produce too much cum for her because I had been thinking of her in the day and spilt my load all over the sheets earlier. She forced me to tell her what was going on. I explained that I found her so hot. I was watching her either live on cam in these so sexy things that I couldn't hold on or I was spending my day watching the continuous screen saver of all those pictures I had taken of her over time in bondage or in various poses and costumes. The end result was the same, I was a masturbating freak.
The cam picked up her thoughts not only in the video silence but in the expression of her face. The next night at the usual time she wasn't available for the cam meeting. This had more volume and words to it's meaning that any argument. In the subsequent evening's chat time things were definitely cool.
Chapter 3. click
It was less than two weeks later a package turned up for me. It was a CB-3000. I have to say that I had read some things on chastity and I was aware of this device. However I wasn't expecting my wife to send one to me. It came with instruction from her. That I was to take a week getting used to it and finding the correct fitting for me and that I was to say nothing to her of it until the date specified in the note. I was then to appear on the web cam with the CB and place it on me. There were the keys and an envelope with her signature on the flap on the back. I sensed I knew where this was going.
I was totally surprised that the CB felt so comfortable. It took a little while to find the ideal fitting for me then I decided to wear it for several days to make sure all was well. Over these four days I found that I couldn't get out of the thing without the key. Sounds like an obvious statement about a CB but I hadn't really thought about it to that depth. I also found that I couldn't get any stimulation to my cock. I would reach down on occasion just to feel and got no sensory response I'd know all was still there of course but no feeling. After the four days I also found what a three times a day masturbator hard on feels like at 2.00am in it's constriction.
When the day came for me to show my wife on the cam I stood there with the tool in hand. She told me then that she was to be in control of my orgasms and she wanted to make sure that when she went to all that trouble of dressing up and turning herself on, initially for herself, and now for her to demonstrate her control over my hard ons, she wanted to ensure that it was on her terms with an expected result. I was to lock myself in the CB on camera and to show me placing the keys in an envelope. The envelope had her signature on it so I couldn't switch the keys without tearing the envelope and therefore her signature.
I locked myself in and we had some fun that evening. I was so excited that I asked to allow me to open the envelope there and then, after 15 minutes of her on the cam in her leather cuffs locked on her wrists while she adopted the face down pose she was famed for in all those pictures I had on my screen saver. She knew that I would want to fuck that ass or turn her over the side of the bed and throat fuck her, gagging her as I came in her mouth. She said no of course. She did say I had to wait until the next day... ..maybe.
That night I didn't get much sleep. My raging hard on wouldn't let me. I was so close to ripping open that paper envelope but I held off.
For the following evenings meeting she was dressed all in denim and a tee shirt. She said that was what she would be wearing from now until she had the keys in her hand. It was up to me whether I wanted a wife that loved to play dirty or a hand and arm that was getting miss shaped with all the activity. If I chose the hand I had the means to deal with my needs now. If I chose the dirty wife who would do almost anything ( except swallow ) I should send her the key to my locked chastity belt.
It was up to me. I wanted the sexy dirty wife but I wanted the freedom to enjoy her. I was to make my mind up now - no thinking time and then email her back. If I chose her then depending on how fast she received the keys she would allow me a gift. She didn't explain what. She certainly was taking this new strong side of her character out for a spin
The next day I Fedex'd her the envelope with control over my release. I certainly was in a new state of my mind and body now. Literally I was in a new State in a new state.
Chapter 4. tease and denial
The house market proved to be difficult for us to sell the house and the weeks seemed to drag on. Every day I dealt with the constant reminder of my commitment to my wife and our marriage; every evening I was reminded of my new state by straining at the leash while watching my "pole dancing" wife strut her stuff in the seemingly ever growing slut wardrobe; and every night I would be reminded of where I was on the totem pole by a painful 3.00am constricted hard-on.
She gave me all that I craved on the web cam. Close ups of those engorged nipples trying desperately to push through the delicate lingerie. She would show the cam her wet fingers after bringing them into view, I knew so well by the look on her face that she had just cum, teasing me asking whether I wished they were my fingers making her cum. Any other time I would be bringing myself off right now as she slowly drew her fingers into her mouth sucking her juices off herself., but for the foreseeable time frame all I could do was to watch with my cock straining the cage, pre cum dripping out of the end but no relief.
I guess I was focused on my own predicament, on how I felt and how I needed to touch those tits of hers and to take her from behind grasping her hair firmly, controlling her, owning her body right then and taking what is mine. I guess that I was missing the point . That she had moved into the position of power and ownership. I missed that she was totally in control by being in control of my orgasms.
It had now been 10 days since the first locking and the last time I took my own cock in hand; and more specifically, the last time I came. I felt like a month !!
Next evening that we hooked up on the web cam I asked what we were doing and where she thought this was going. She told me that all she was doing was helping me hold on for her after all that's what I wanted wasn't it? Of course I had to agree but added that men do need release sometimes more than women. She said that she understood and that I would be released soon. The obvious question from any 3 times a day wanker was when. There was no direct answer but more misdirection and open ended questions. She eventually said that she was planning a surprise visit to me in Massachusetts but with my impatience I guess I blew that gig.
The visit was planned for her to come to me and leave our young children with family for a few days. It was only a week and a half away. I suppose that I could hang on that long.
Two days before she came out though, she told me that there was a couple very interested in a second look at the house and that the realtor had said that if she could prepare the home for the viewing with the usual fresh bread smell and flowers etcetera then it could all go a long way to a sale. I was desperate to see her but I could definitely see the logic of putting the effort in to a potential sale and then getting my wife out here full time. I told her that I NEEDED to get out and that I needed to have her. After almost three weeks my balls were aching and getting uncomfortable I wanted to repeat some of the photographs of her dressed up and getting my full length while her arms were tied behind her back.
"It'll only be a little while before I get to visit maybe next week... . You can wait another couple of days for me can't you?. "I want to be the one that gets to taste your cum and see your face when I ride you to my orgasm" she said. Who could deny that request from such a gorgeous wife. She told me that she would put on an extra special show for me on the web cam on Saturday; the day I should have been giving her a show.
7.00pm was "our time". That was the time we had scheduled for our usual nightly web cam non conjugal visits but in truth our nightly meeting was anything but usual. There was me separated from my wife by 1500 miles and as horney as hell with my cock caged by my gorgeous wife; and then there was my sexy wife. 5ft 10" and 125lb of shapely sex, breasts that made any loose fitting silk camisole form fitting and my own personal bondage model who could rival the likes of Eve Ellis any day of the week when dressed in her stretch black PVC cat suit and tight cuffs.
6.59 came around as slowly as my release but eventually I clicked on my lap top's icon. The screen was filled with the usual office room back at my home in Colorado but with a distinct difference there was a large chromed vibrating dildo in the fore ground saluting the oncoming of something special.
As she must have planned she came around the corner of the room into view, dressed as I always wanted to see her. My fantasies were being re-created there on the camera. As if she knew what my deepest fantasies were. Shining in the light her legs, thighs and butt were tightly held in the gloss of figure hugging PVC leggings with contrasting silver buckles of leather 5" high stiletto heeled boots wrapping her feet and calves up to her knees. Her bare tanned and well toned abs on view between the top of her leggings and the lower point of her tight matching PVC corsets looked inviting in it's obviousness. The corset held her ample breasts firmly enough to push those wonderful tits up and over flowing. They offered up the view of one of the most fantastic tit fucks you could imagine. The one where no-one could contain themselves waiting with mouth open to catch the load on her tongue. She adjusted the camera so that it panned up bring into view the golden hair flowing across the gloss black, the contrasting difference giving an almost 3-D element to the screen. I focused my eyes on her full lips wanting them to be 3-D around my swollen cock giving me an enthusiastic suck right now the way I knew she could do so well. Again as if she knew my thoughts the chrome of her dildo came in to view briefly as she plunged her open mouth onto it's end. She was looking at the screen with my surrogate cock in her mouth taking all of it in. Over the years she had really perfected a fantastic head technique although she was never comfortable giving a deep throat and wouldn't swallow she made up for it with her tongue movement and fingers. Both of which expertly maneuvered around the head of the chromed dildo right now. She would pull her head back slightly just to feel the tightness of her lips pull over the head of the dildo. I knew exactly how that felt. My cock was re-living the feeling right now and as I looked down at a cool sensation on my leg I saw that there were strings of pre-cum leading from the cage to my thigh. My god she was hot. She quickened the pace of her head bobbing and for what seemed like forever she kept eye contact with me through the screen. She commanded my attention; she commanded my cock.
The auto focus on the cam took a second to re-set after she stood and seductively moved to the love couch in the background. The light played on her ass wonderfully and captured the curve of her cheeks and highlighted the gap between the top of her inner thighs. I loved that gap and I always found it so sexy. With the style of a catwalk model she swung her hips and butt to the couch and with a practiced move lifted a PVC/leather boot clad leg onto one end of the seating and then straddled the arm of the couch with her butt facing me. She leaned towards the rear of the couch with both arms, elbows close together, stroking the form of the arm and back with her hands as she followed the shape to her furthest reach. I was lost in the scene and knew that it wasn't the couch she was stroking and it wasn't the arm of the couch she straddled it was me. I felt the cool sensation on my leg again as another stream let go from the cage. Keeping her arms and elbows close together infront of her as she looked back over her right shoulder the whole move and position served to make her whole body lengthen and highlight the shapeliness of her lithe body. As if she was riding my cock right now she moved her hips in a grinding fashion. The light flashing off her curves as the rocking motion ground her mound into the arm.
Up till now she had not said a word, nor had I in fact. Her body language had said more to me than ever. She arched her back slightly, leaned forward and pushed off the couch, holding the bent over position for a seductive second or two. Turning round she lounged on the arm facing me this time.
"I have a new shade of lipstick" she broke the silence. I didn't respond I couldn't, I was still deep in my fantasies. "This shade looks so good on the shaft of the dildo don't you think... ..do you wish the lipstick was on you right now?".
I came to my senses. "You wouldn't believe this, since over time we have done most everything, but I still have many fantasies and without knowing it you are making one of those come to life in front of the camera right now". "You look gorgeous, you look like my own personal bondage model, you look... ." I couldn't come up with anything to describe that which I had dreamed of for a long time.
"Oh I do, I believe that this is one of your most favorite pictures in your mind. Since you have been gone or more specifically, since you have been caged I have discovered your secret stash of porn on the computer together with all of your web sites. I know more than you realize. But we'll discuss that later when I get there. For now here is my gift for you".
She slid off the couch and lay out on the floor. The shiny leggings pulled up tight around her groin, showing off the blatant form of her mound. A perfect camel toe in PVC. She kept quiet but her fingers were doing the talking. She smoothed her hands over the corset, the plastic being so tight that it didn't even crease with the movement, even though she was obviously pressing her body form with some pressure. I watched her breasts heave even higher when she felt the lower cup of her chest. Slowly she stretched one hand around her back and pulled on the restraining laces that held her so rigid. As she released the strain her breasts forced open the corset and resumed their full natural position still maintaining their kissing cleavage. She pulled the corset away from her body, the strings loosely unlacing themselves
With both her hand now, she cupped and kneed her tits in a sweet caressing manner. Eyes closed and lost in the moment, hands making an intimate circular massaging motion. After a minute or so of this self appreciation, she dropped one hand to her mound, the other maintaining a steady pinch on her left nipple. Pushing her mound out now, by pushing out her pelvis so that the pubic mound bulged proudly in the gloss light, she continued with her right fingers stroking the length of her crease. My wife was oblivious to the camera now and totally oblivious of the voyeur on the other end playing desperately with the lock on my cock cage and feeling the pressure on the bars. The fingers were rubbing her slit and clit more vigorously, lingering with applied pressure on occasion. I could see her legs pressing together accentuating the feelings that were growing from between her legs. As her breath continued to get more and more hurried now in rhythm with her hand she visibly became flushed in her face with the oncoming of what she desired. She was working towards that which I desired.
Almost as if she was taunting her self as much as me, she opened her eyes and slowed the oncoming orgasm. Looking at me in the eye she reached up behind her rear and slid down and around her mound the hidden zipper. The tightness of the material around her thighs made sure that the crotch opened up for me to finally view that which I wanted so badly.
Her clit was making it's self obvious as I could see the little nub sticking out proudly, wet with passion and wanting more than a rub through her leggings. And that is what it was just about to get. She brought into view the chromed dildo again sliding the length of it down the length of her crease. She was wet; no she was dripping wet. I cold see clearly the wetness on her fingers as they had glanced the outer lips. With a soft moan she dipped the tip of the dildo into her self and teased her hole for a moment. Pulling out for a second but then plunging the dildo full length into her love hole the guttural grunt let me know that she was giving herself all that she needed right now; a hard cock inside of her to satisfy her basic need. Playing with her nipple with one hand and working her hole hard with the other she was on the edge of a big orgasm. Crossing her legs to emphasize the feeling again, the buckles on her boots grinding together with the muscular effort. Just as she was approaching the edge she opened her eyes, looked at the camera and said " I know I have your attention and bet you're desperate right now and that's the way you'll stay until I release you... .. but there's no reason why I have to wait" and with that she plugged herself good and flicked on the vibrations of her dildo taking her clearly over the edge. Her face gave the impressions that this was a big one. Her mouth opened but no sound escaped; it was so intense she couldn't scream out. Writhing around for a moment pressing her dildo into her as firmly as she could she eventually let out her scream and her body convulsed. I could easily see the beads of sweat on her body that she had earned during her show. She slowed her convulsing and eventually came back to me. Pulling out the vibrating chrome and leaving it buzz quietly to her side she leaned forward and said "call me in 20 minutes, I'm having a shower first" and with that she cut the connection.
I was left hanging after such an erotic show. My cock was still dripping madly with streams of pre-cum and my breath was ragged thinking about the vision I watched. The vision was my wife and the scene had been something that I had down loaded several times off my favorite web sites, but there it was performed right in front of me, for me, by my wife.
Chapter 5. secrets no more
"Debbie" I cried to her on the phone with some level of pleading in my voice. She had picked up the phone with some nauncelance with an enquiring "hello" on the other end as if she wasn't aware of who would be calling out of the blue. "Oh God Deb" I said, "you cut me off leaving me hang. I so want to get out of this contraption. My cock hurts and my balls as so full after all these days of teasing that they drip cum almost all the time. I need to get out of this thing and have you"
"I told you I know everything about your fantasies" she replied ignoring my urgent needs. "I have read all of your files. When I found them at first I was a little surprised. It's not as if we haven't done so many of your kinks but I was surprised to see and read some things".
Although listening to her voice had started my raging hard on again together with the flashes of the poses and photos going on in my head, I was feeling a little nervous knowing all to well that some fantasies are best not brought to light.
"I know about the chastity thing. Why do you think that I sent that to you. Yes I want to make our marriage work but I also know that you're weak and no matter what you say I need to know that you are making as much of an investment into our future as me. I parade on the screen performing your delights and you stayed on that end with your cock in your hand wanking away ! That just isn't going to happen any more."
"What do you mean ... I have been good". "No" she called back "you have been good because I have made you be good. I said on the cam earlier that you'll stay "good' until I get there. I have made arrangements for me to be there in a week's time."
"Another week.! That'll be a month in this thing. I can't go that long I need to cum. The guys at work are starting to think something's up that I keep spilling "drops of coffee' on my groin, my cocks always leaking for you making these damp patches. What can I do?"
"Wait" she said, "can't you wait for your lovely wife who'll do anything for you when I get there. I'll only be another week and then you're out to have me any way you want. You said you wanted to do anything for our relationship and you can see I will, can't you do this one small thing?"
I signed up for the situation with a heavy sigh and an even heavier ball bag. On more week then.
The week went predictably slow, very slow. I threw myself into my work and less into the endless erotic screensaver at my apartment. My place was spotless. The cleaning was done, no dishes, laundry all folded up and anything faintly sexy put away. I had to keep my mind occupied. Even at work my projects had been completed early with the extra time I was devoting to things. My new boss seemed very impressed. I don't think he'd be impressed if he knew what was driving me.
Friday evening arriving home from work there was a UPS package laying there on the mat. Small and unobtrusive but I had been caught with that before when the cage arrived. Almost timed to perfection the phone rang as I was coming through the door. It was Debbie.
"Hey there my little puppy" she called me. It was one of those pet names we only call each other either after sex or if we're looking for forgiveness for something. I didn't need to take much of a guess at which one.
"I'm sorry but... ... .." was all I needed to hear and I knew that she was not coming here to visit. There was almost a tear in my eye asking the expected "why' and then "when'. "I had all these plans" I told her. Really thinking that the plan was to stay in the apartment all weekend. "I'm so sorry" she said, " I had plans too. I have just received a special package for us to share when I got there and now I'll have to use my old chromed friend here to satisfy me instead of that rock hard cock of your's". In the middle of all this massive disappointment I had to ask what package.
It was almost like an addict falling off the wagon after a month of being so controlled and good to them selves. She told me. It was a red PVC cat suit together with the black locking wrist cuffs and finally the red ball gag that I could lock on to her. Oh my God, it was an all time fantasy of mine to have her, even briefly for a photo, in a red ball gag. She had always refused, even for the photos but here she was having bought one for herself. My cock had mixed emotions between desperation at not being allowed out after she promised and then being revitalized by the thought of my wife being bound in PVC with the glossy red ball gag in her gorgeous mouth, a little saliva slipping out from the side of her lips.
"I'm afraid it's going to be two more weeks to get out there. Because of the holidays flights are so expensive and I'm sure you'd agree that for all that money we'd be best just waiting". "That's all I do" I said alluding to the cage. " Well I knew how good you have been and so understanding so I thought I'd send you something that might help" It was the package. I rushed over to the table thinking that after so long she understood the need to release me and that the key was inside. Wrong again ! She had delivered a sweet smelling pair of her satin thong panties. I opened the package and the aroma hit me. I pulled them to my face and inhaled her most intimate scent. He had worn these only the other day with her satin cami top and brought herself off with her fingers on camera.
Desperation hit me and I exploded on her about how unfair this was; and why she didn't trust me; and how come she had he key; and how desperate I was; and how my balls ached all the time. I held my cock in my hand while I was shouting at her but all the time I couldn't feel a thing, except desperation and a deep urge that needed to be dealt with.
"So this is what I get from all this effort for us. This is how you treat me. If it's a simple wank or a fuck you need then go ahead. Cut the lock off but remember what I have done for you when you're doing it and remember well "cos I won't be doing that ever again. I gave you a choice before about whether you wanted a right hand or a wife, I'm not giving you the choice any more; it's either my rules to make our marriage work or divorce" I was dumb struck. I suppose she was right. I had been a jerk. Just to wait a week or two and then have my wife any way I wanted with her being a willing participant of any kink I had a fancy for. What the hell was I doing. Divorce was not on my mind and was the last thing I wanted. To let my wife get away from me because of all my fault. I fell to my knees on the phone and begged her to stay and that I had been a fool. I needed her and I needed our marriage and what ever it took I would do anything for her. She said that she had already set the boundaries and that was that she would be in control setting the expectations and the rules. Rule number 1 was that I will stay in the cage until she releases me when she comes to Massachusetts.
It had only taken 8 weeks and I was broken and beaten and I knew it. She had the upper hand and so I had to agree.
Chapter 6. an airport star
The market was still pretty depressed and the house sale wasn't happening even for all of the effort we were making. I had gone from maximizing our capital investment to thinking that we'll take what ever we could get primarily pressured by the increasing pressure I felt in my cage. All I could equate was house sale equals wife here and cage off.
I hit a 3 month limit and I had moved from bargaining and then depressions to abject constant frustration in my caged situation. There could be some that may have thought why doesn't he cut off the lock or why not go to Colorado to get the lock off (not withstanding the airport metal detectors). I also knew that the greater gains were held in the balance. My life, my marriage and my wife were on the line. I wanted it all. I wanted the kink with the ever lasting tease and denial and chastity as a large part of that but I also wanted that to be controlled by my gorgeous wife of many years. She was so hot that I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I would see her in her pole dancing demo on the web cam sessions and almost weep with so many mixed emotions going on.
I told her that regardless of house viewing or any thing we have to get something sorted out for her to come here ASAP. "To hell with a sale just get here" I told her.
"It's a shame you're willing to give this up so soon but I will see what I can do". "Give up so soon?" I questioned, "it's been 3 months! Do you know how many wanks I would normally have in that time". " huh ! multiply that number by 3, divide by 2 and then take everything away - and that's how many wives you would have if you went back there!!" she said in a stern voice.
Monday morning, while checking my emails, I saw one from Debbie. " I will be there on Saturday morning, pick me up and don't be late" and then attached were her travel plans. I couldn't believe it. Be late! It was just short of a week away and I was ready to camp out at the airport now to make sure I would be there on time. I felt relieved that she had heard my desperation and need and that finally I would get this thing off. I would be getting off!
She always had the body and the charisma but now it seemed that she also had new found confidence. The confidence that movie stars exhibit when they come through an airport. The self awareness that knows that the crowd will move aside for them; that assured walk that absolutely knows they can get anything or have anyone do anything they want.
As her husband I couldn't wait to get her, to have her. I was waiting to take back what was mine. To put back into balance the way I saw our marriage and life. I had as much fore knowledge of that fact as I needed, that is until I saw her coming though arrivals. She walk through almost as if she had an entourage, as the people around her moved and jocked to be near but not to interfere, There was a following of paparazzi without them even realizing it as people eyed her up and stole glances. They all wanted some of her to be close for a second. She was the Paris Hilton or Pamela Anderson or as I would fantasies, Jasmine Sinclair. She walked tall on her bright red 5" heels which contrasted shockingly with the white flared trousers she had on. Flared at the bottom but tight at the thigh and butt; so tight in fact that her perfectly formed smooth mound was clearly defined through the thin linen, her lips pouting either side of her seam. A waist jacket with the lower three buttons done allowed her ample tits to move freely and make themselves known with every step as they bounced unhindered by any of her corsets or bras. I saw her through the crowd and if I could have my cock would have sprung to attention but as it was all I could do was to dribble pre-cum onto my inner thigh. I could feel the wetness. I couldn't wait.
She approached me and we kissed as passionately as we ever had done in the throws of our love making. I pressed myself against her part unconsciously suggesting that I was ready, part openly knowing that my real emotion would not be recognized due to the cage. Our tongues played and our hands felt as much as we dared in the passing crowd. She smelled wonderful and intoxicating. The smell you recall years later when reminiscing of highlights of youth. The recollection that would still cause the stirrings of the same feelings, it was that powerful of an experience. My hand glanced over her tit in a school boy clumsy way to gratify my need. We were close with her head nuzzled into my neck biting lightly and playfully on me. "I didn't give you permission to touch me and make a cheap grab now did I, you'll pay for that!" she said with a half playful tone.
In the car on the way back to my apartment my hands were all over her thigh feeling how tight the material was over her body and awkwardly trying to unbutton those last three buttons on her jacket and to release her breasts. She reached over and grabbed my cage and playfully shook the set up asking me how I was. I had made the same motion a thousand times over the three months with no sensation, nothing penetrated that hard plastic but that one touch of hers was electrifying sending a thrill down to my core. I took it as a sign as I too reached over to her and made to touch her in that gap I loved so much.
She fended off my approaches telling me to just drive and that the sooner we get home... she trailed off the suggestion with a smile. "It was a long flight with the change over in Chicago" she said as she adjusted the car seat and let the back recline all the way. She stretched her arms together and then up and over her head making the jacket billow out some and at the same time arching her back to stretch her lower back. This had the effect of pulling the already tight pants even closer to where I wanted to be. I couldn't hold my hand back and I let my palm rest onto her mound, taking a firm hold. I always loved the way her shaved mound fitted into the palm of my hand so perfectly and then the placement of her most sensitive nub with absolutely perfect finger tip reach. Many had been the time in the past that I had her on the edge of her orgasm in this position. Her arms tied and her body played with; keeping it on the edge, panting, sweating with her begging with every movement of her pelvis to stretch for the last stroke or pressure point that would gain release to the her orgasm. It had gone 8.30 in the evening by the time we'd driven out of Boston to the apartment and even though the time shift was on my side she was tired. " I thought that we'd sit down here and catch up" as I offered the side of the bed to sit on. Oh there's plenty of time for that she said as she lifted her small but surprisingly heavy case up onto the bed to start to un pack. " Besides I gave myself a nice rub on the plane that'll see me through until tomorrow - gosh I hope nobody heard my moans from the bathroom ?" she said as she looked at me in the eye and then passed by to go to the bathroom to freshen up. I wasn't too sure if she was joking to be honest.
We ended up spooning that night as she was too tired. Well, too tired for a full session with me that is, she wasn't too tired to ask me to rub her and use that tongue of mine on her mound though. That night must have seemed like the longest one yet with my honey next to me and that sweet pussy so close, her scent on my every breath. It was absolutely the sweetest torture ever. I loved it and I hated it and I had all night to think on it all as my cock wasn't about to let me sleep on it.
The next morning found me in much of that same state as the previous night; cock straining at the cage and me panting at the sight of my beautiful wife. I presented her with a morning cup of tea as she was beginning to wake. As she brought herself up to lean on the bed head board her flimsy red silk camisole top did little to offer modesty to her full breasts and announced her nipples to me with their prominent form pressing through the material in the cooler air. My eyes followed her breasts movements as she got comfortable like that of any teenage boy caught in the head lights of his schoolboy crush on his teacher.
Chapter 7. It's all about you...
"Do you think we should talk" she questioned after taking a sip from her cup. It was a rhetorical question of course, even though I asked what about. We were about to chat about our situation and for some reason I felt some level of trepidation about this.
"Don't you think over these last few months that we have been closer than we have been for so long before... .maybe even years before. I think there has been so much going on or even going on with our minds and feelings that we had forgotten to talk and I mean really open up to each other" I had to agree. Our situation was a little on it's head right now but in truth we had been more open than we had in a very long time. " Well that's true I guess but that is because we have been separated and I can't think it has anything to do with this contraption" ... as I held my cock cage. " I think that all we needed was a circumstance to make us chat and open up... .BUT don't you think that we have lost our physical closeness?" I said trying to bring it round to my cage and why it should come off now. "Actually, I think that after all those things we had done in the past I have found our most recent scenes to be the most fantastic ever. I mean when I cum it's powerful and deep... more than ever before... knowing that you are so hot and ready for me held wanting in your cage. I say we should continue... " she made the comment like it was black and white; like there was only one fact to consider here... her orgasms. " But what about me" I said in a pathetic voice. " I mean it's been three months for gods sake I want this thing off... I haven't had the chance to cum for three months". "Oh so that's what this is all about... .not the marriage... not me... ..not the family... .just your cock and him not cuming... .." "You know what I mean" I said, " I have been really working hard at this for us but I need the chance of some release too you know.." I was starting to get more tense in my tone. " Lets get this off now and well... lets see where it goes... " In hind sight it was a stumbling effort to coerce a result through negotiating - ill executed with the expected results. She put her cup down on the night stand and slid out of her side of the bed. "nice... that's very nice" she said, " after months of verbal wining and dining and now at a seconds notice you want me to just bend over is that it?...I'm off for a shower."
I knew I had blown it as she stomped off and by the look in her eye as she scowled over her shoulder. I had to let the topic go for now and make myself scarce right. I disappeared down stair and washed up the few items in the sink. Upstairs though, in the shower she was soaping up her mound ready for shaving and to make herself as smooth as she new I liked her to be and that was definitely smooth. I was the first guy that she had shaved for totally and even though she said that she kept herself shaven for me, really she had always found the sensations to be erotic, being hairless and juvenile down there. Her fingers played with her folds as she thought about this. Her excitement was building not just from the soapy smoothness of her newly shaved mound but mainly from the knowledge that I had fallen right into her trap.
The tension on the topic was broken in the afternoon, in the mall of all places. We were walking around aimlessly; me on best behavior trying to get back in good graces, when she said " I do understand you know", "what?" I answered genuinely not knowing what she was on about. " I understand that you need the chance of release too... from your cage... and to cum... I thought that since I am only here for the long weekend that maybe we could make a special occasion for you"." Getting this thing off me at last will definitely be special, believe me" I said. " You've gone so long already could you wait one day for me do you think... just one day!....I want to build you up and tease you tonight and then tomorrow... well, then I will give you your freedom and the chance of a fantastic mind blowing cum session... anyway you want, so long as it's by my rules... after all you have waited for me for three months, you deserve it... ." I was taken in hook line and sinker but the clinch came when she said that I could cum in her mouth, if that's what I wanted, and that she would swallow all that I could spill in her mouth. I was thinking that she was going to have to swallow a load and a half on her first ever go at this. I was so taken back and excited that I eagerly agree to wait for one more day.
The rest of that day and evening went by as one would expect knowing that my jail time was about to end. While slumped on the sofa I thought about the other evening when I had asked her at one point to take me, to release me from my cage and to take me... to use your feminine charms and to excite me to no end and make me explode. Well OK, it was in the throws of highly charged moment brought on by months of neglect by you and the usual stresses of work and of course, not even being able to touch or stroke my cock, For me though the instant was real and in that second I knew I wanted it; and you knew it too. You looked fantastic in your tight sport tank top and matching yoga pants, stretched taught against your inner thighs highlighting the gap between your legs. I loved that about your body and I slid my hands down between your legs and held your mound with the palm of my hand all four fingers snugly fitting in that inviting gap. You shrugged off my clumsy advances and continued the washing of the few items in the kitchen sink from dinner. You can never understand why I find you so attractive washing plates. It was a second of conversation but you took it in; and took it to heart for that matter. Stood there drying plates you formulated a small scene in your head. Where I was indeed going to get what I asked for. For me to be released for my chance to cum and you for you to be in charge of my situation. You smiled to yourself.
That evening was absolutely hell on earth and excruciatingly exciting at the same time. We watched TV and all I got was to grope her tits through her T shirt and flick her nipples which made her jump. It was a good feeling to be together and just hang out but oh my god how much did I want her right now. The pre-cum on my inner thigh gave that one away.
Chapter 8. choices... choices !
Today's was the day... .and it had not come too quick either... I had a sense thought that it would go by fast though. A moment of being teased in this state can seem like an eternity yet an hour with a hot wife willing to do anything would seem to last only a second. Einstein's relativity theory perverted yet again. She was leaving tomorrow and we'd planned on making this a good one.
I had been told to have a very good shower and clean thoroughly, at least as good as I ever could with a cage on. She didn't want to leave me alone in the shower by myself after I had been released; she wanted me to be full and wanting... she said that "she was the only one to feel her cock head and that it was off limits to me." Never the less I washed all round outside and inside with the water jets and Q-tips; I even shaved a little to make things a little tidier.
" I read your fantasies... ... ..I read them all" she said. She had a sense of power in her voice; the power that comes with knowledge. " I know everything; I know what to do that would drive you mad with wanting and yet it will make you love every second of it - even want more". I didn't say anything as I knew too well what was in those private writings on the computer.
After drying from the shower she led me by the hand to the bedroom and guided me to the side of the bed. Looking directly into my eyes she gently but firmly pressed into my chest and pushed me down on my back onto the bed. "stretch yourself out and get comfy, you're going to be there for a while". I did as I was told by my key holder and stayed there waiting. My wife sat gently by my side on the bed and even though I could have moved to hold her and caress her I felt compelled to hold my position... arms above my head and legs slightly opened towards the corners of the bed. As she began talking to me quietly she smoothed her hands over my body taking in every muscle and curve; lingering on the sensitive areas. "You like the videos don't you, I've seen the ones in your files; you like those girls doing those things don't you... .you like to watch me touch myself like they do while you're helpless and straining... watching me cum when you can't. Tonight we're going to make a video of our own for you to watch over and over" I squirmed at the thought and played out a few of those favorite scenes in my head. Debbie leaned down to the bag along side the bed, the one I carried in the other day and I understood why it was heavier that I expected after she produced a hand load of cuffs and locks.
It wasn't long before I was cuffed and spread out to the corners of the bed blindfolded and throbbing in my cage like I would explode. I could sense that flesh was bulging out of the bars and that the cock cage had pulled up as far as it could go, as my cock grew the rings behind my balls pulling them up so tight it made them hurt. She had been out of the room for a while during the period I was tied and blindfolded. I could hear her doing things and the sound and smell of PVC. That made me strain even more.
When my blind fold was removed I saw quite the set up and sight for me. She was standing there a vision of my fantasy. Dressed in the red PVC catsuit it's gloss highlighting every curve of her body but really I let my focus center on her mound. The front full length zipper separated the lips of her sex beautifully. She told me that we were going to make our own video for my fantasy files. Behind her on a tripod was a digital video camera. I could see by the red light on the front it had already begun to record the session. I told my vision of my wife that I really needed to escape this prison and to be able to press into her. "I told you I would be the one who decides when and how now didn't I. If you keep hounding me then I will have to teach you manners and add a week or two... " I stayed quiet and didn't answer back.
She crawled up from the bottom of the bed and kept eye contact all the way letting me know she was in control here. The PVC material creaked a little as she moved and the catsuit stretched to conform. Following my thighs up with her hands as she moved up eventually she straddled my hips and hovered slightly above my caged cock. Resting on her knees with her body rising above me she exuded power and self confidence. I loved that she had grown from when I first knew her. That little timid as a mouse girl was now my wife; who had grown into my key holder. The power dynamic had changed she was the one who would be taking what she wanted and having her way... I loved it.
Pressing one hand onto my chest and resting her full upper body weight on me she moved the other between her legs sliding her hands over the material as she went keeping herself on the boil. She reached up between her legs and up to reach for the other end of the zipper. With the taughtness of the material it slide down and then round her mound very easily, willingly, wanting to expose her sex and to release her aroma. Moving the zipper up to her navel showing off a new belly piercing she had done. " Do you like what you see honey. It's new, it's for you. I know you like piercings. I thought I'd start with this one" she moved the sparkling dangles in her fingers. I did like it but my mind was on other things... .about 8 more inches down where her right hand was now toying , sliding an index finger down each side of her labia and then deep. I could see how wet she was. I was about to say something then as if she sense it she quickly moved her fingers to my mouth. I sucked on them taking in her wetness. She left her fingers in my mouth almost gagging me as she moved from over my hips to over my tongue. " Do it fom me. It seems like forever that I have felt that tongue of yours"
I dived in with enthusiasm, I was hungry for her so bad. I lapped at her mound and desperately tried not to focus too much on her nub. I wanted to make this last but wanted to make her cum so that I could get my turn. Her juices were literally running down my face and she was grinding into my nose and tongue. Her breath was ragged and I could feel the twinges of spasms growing in her inner thighs as she gripped on to the sides of my head with those strong muscles keeping me in place and on focus. I lapped and dug my tongue as deep as I could into her, circling her clitty and pressing deep into her hole playing with those sensitive nerve endings. She breathed out in one great sigh and leaned forward to support herself on the bed head. Twinges and occasion gasps were all I knew as she was squeezing my head between her thighs. I struggled for my own breath and took every opportunity between spasms that she had. I pulled at the cuffs that held my wrists back to the bed in an attempt to get to my cock but it was no good she was very experienced as restraining me as she knew I would and could just flip her over and have what ever I wanted if I wasn't restrained. She slumped back into a relaxed state on my chest and let her hand follow my chest down to my cage. She played with the ribbons of pre-cum, lifting the strings and then bringing the finger up to her lips. " You know" she said " I always liked sucking you off. It gave me a sense of control over you. I hadn't realized that until recently I guess, but I enjoyed that, yes, that was the best part I think" At that she said " so I guess I had better do my wifely thing and sort this out then eh!" sliding the PVC against my body she maneuvered down so that her gaze was on my eyes but her mouth was almost touching my cock. I was thrusting involuntarily into the air wanting to get some sensation to myself and so aching for the relief that I knew was coming now. She leaned forward that final 1/2 inch and took the end of the plastic cage into her mouth a little. I could see her lips, tight, around the plastic cage head. The form of the cage replicating the form of my engorged cock head. She ran her tongue over and around the plastic cock head then dipped for a second into the front slot to eventually touch my swollen head. It was electric. Oh my god I so wanted to push my cock deep into her throat right now but I couldn't move. Her head moved and bobbed up and down gently taking the plastic cock head between her lips.
"OH Deb... I need this off. I need to cum. Please I will do anything just get this off and take me... make me cum please." I thrust as best I could into the air again as she fondled me.
"I know you like the frustration of the chastity and the thrill of not knowing whether you are getting to cum or not; what say we put that fantasy to the test right now." " What ... what do you mean just get this thing off me". She stood up and slid the zipper of her skin suit down all the way letting those wonderful tits fall free of the materials pressure hold and then peeled off the catsuit. "I have an idea. What say that I will do anything for you if you'll keep the cage on until I come back in a week or two OR you can be released right now for one hour - but I am not going to untie you you'll have to do the best you can to get your self off. If you don't manage to cum though that will be your last chance for another 2 months" "What !... that's not much of a choice" I pleaded. I was desperate but what could be worse, waiting for a couple more weeks or possibly a couple more months. The look in my eye must have shown my conflict because she said " I know it's hard for you to think isn't it with all the sperm build up. Then again that's what got you here though isn't it. Not being able to control your cock and taking things into your own hands without a thought for the effort I was putting into the marriage. Let me help you out then I will make the choice for you shall I" With that she picked up a coin from some loose change on the dresser. "deep throat "heads'" she said in her playful husky voice, "release from your cage but possibly another 2 months if you can't cum; or "sweet tight "tails' and you definitely get the chance to cum under your rules but in another couple of weeks... .what you hoping for ?"
The coin flipped in the air and I was speechless. My fantasy didn't seem too good right in that second but I was going to have to live with it. "Tight tails" she shouted out. I was dumb struck as it only really hit me then that I was definitely not going to get out of the cage and to cum tonight. I had banked my whole life on cumming tonight and now it had been taken away from me by my wife, my key holder. My mouth was open as she started to unlock the cuffs around my wrists. "So what are you wishes then master" she joked with me. "What ?" . "Well true to my word you're going to be locked in for another few weeks yes... but I did say that you could have me anyway you wanted. So what's it to be..doggie; that PVC fetish of yours; perhaps tie me up?" as she held up her wrists together in an offer to be bound. "I want you to swallow all of my cum". Her face gave away that she hadn't considered that one coming from me and she had fallen into her own trap. She held quiet for a few seconds and then said "yes". "Yes what" I said trying to re-enforce some level of command in the moment. "Yes I will deep throat you and take all the cum you can deliver and swallow it all" she said, letting me take the win with all the grace she could.
" By the way though she trailed off... .I have you on camera asking to be caged and loving every second of being commanded and restrained by your wife... just incase you think you can't last that 2 weeks or so and think about taking matters into you own hands" At that she leaned forward and switched off the camera. "that video is to be kept in my files I think... .wouldn't want you accidentally deleting it would we now ... I have to make sure I help you into making another few weeks... ..I mean it's the least I can do to support you!"
Chapter 9. at wits end
I guess my delicious wife is nothing but committed to the marriage because true to her word she left back for Colorado and left me hanging high and dry... .well maybe not too dry due to the river of pre-cum but at least dry humping the air I suppose. I had been without my daily ritual of wanking several times for almost 4 months. It was ridiculous and I had lost belief that in the next short week or two I would get what I wanted. I felt there would be a turn for the books coming and another deviant option for me to make. As the time passed slowly and my days were made up of getting up for work early so I could deal with the morning strain; then work like a dog all day barely taking a break or lunch - those girls from the office were so hot in their summer dresses and then there's the summer students who have no idea of proper professional attire... .and I loved it. With their spandex leggings, tight tops and heels. Hell I knew of another business they could earn far more cash in the summer than working here I thought. My boss was amazed at my productivity and I received many compliments to the effect. The work ethic continued at home. There was never a plate or a towel that needed to be cleaned and the apartment was spotless. The almost 4 months had taken their toll. I wanted this thing off. It was just not on; it's just not a marriage after all if you can't fuck your wife. I was going to tell her again in the video chat tonight. Mean while I made my dinner and tidied as usual.
We spoke of the weather and such on the video screen and of the usual family dealings; the house of course and what we were going to do if it didn't sell soon. Luckily my new company was paying for my temporary apartment until I had sold. This meant that we could hold out for a decent price and not get screwed but on the other hand it meant that there would be no specific time frame for Debbie to move here full time.
"Deb" I said leading up to something which she knew would be important to me and involving the topic which I wasn't supposed to hassle her about. "You win" I commented. "You win. I will do anything for you. You literally have me by the balls and I admit there is nothing I can do without your permission. I will be faithful I promise; I won't spend my days wanking and spilling your cum; I have learned to be a partner to you my wife, you only have to look around here and you'd see how I've changed - I need this off my cock. You don't understand , I feel pressure in my balls all the time. I feel a sensation of wanting to cum from deep inside every time I pee. I leak pre-cum I need it so bad. I want you to allow me to take this off. You can't believe the frustration of feeling the shape of a cock head and not sensing anything when I stroke my thumb over it. I try to wank with this thing on and when I get some friction and start on my road to cum I get so big for the cage the ability to move inside disappears leaving me even more hungry for you." "I need this off now" I finally said in a firm voice.
"You're right" she said. "You have some good points you bring up and yes they should be recognized. You have been doing so well at work and I can see what a difference you have made in the apartment. Even when I came there the other week I noticed not only how perfect the place was but how perfect and gentlemanly you treated me. I love you so much for doing this for me, actually for us and our marriage. You remember not too long ago how there was a distance between us and that we never really talked or connected, that's totally different now and that's all down to your efforts and being in the cage. I love you so much. The only thing I would say is that you have missed a couple of key points though. 1. You have come so far, we have come so far ONLY because I found a way to control you and make you succeed... ..2. I know from your files on the computer that this is an all time fantasy for you and that living in a state of frustration through tease and orgasm denial is fabulous for you so don't bring the old I'm gonna cut this off routine... .and 3. I told you that when you get to come out and play it would be on my terms and you were not to mention getting out all the time as I find that very irritating having to show you how far you've come through my work and effort. You know there's a penalty for such irritations to me... ... one week!" "I know there's a penalty so you must know then how much I need this off if I was willing to risk more time. I need to get this off and for some release I am going mad here. You need to come and sort this out now." There was a long pause. "You're right I guess. I can't keep you in that plastic cage forever. I mean what wife would do that. Tell you what then it's Wednesday now wait for me till the weekend. I had a surprise I was going to give you when we met and after you get to use your trump card of cumming in my mouth" " and swallowing" I added." Yes that too" she said with a tone as if to say that she hadn't forgotten. " If you can hold on until Friday night I will make everything right for you and you will get out and feel my lips around you... what do you say?" I wanted out now and to be allowed to cut the plastic posts to the cage but dejectedly I agreed. It did seem reasonable I suppose.
Chapter 10. fine dining
The strange thing about white thin cheesecloth dresses I found, was that from a distance you can see everything through the material but for some oddity when you have your face up close the reflective nature of the material doesn't define what's within as easily. That's a Ripley's strange but true fact I can attest to. I had watched in awe as her figure came down the arrivals passageway into Boston airport and I couldn't help see every detail of her proud breasts bouncing perfectly in that white dress. They swayed and bounced for all to admire. They were mine to enjoy but apparently they were for everyone to see. Her nipples were prominent as always and making themselves known especially as her cute tight brown circles pressed against the bodice fitted dress . Her waist was small and tight and her hip accentuated with the flair of the dress which came down to just above her knee. She looked perfect in white especially as I noticed she had dyed her hair a deep brunette. I watched the whole scene right up to the moment she kissed me back to reality. I dove into her kiss and pressed my lips then tongue to hers. I could feel her hips pressing Against my upper thigh and I knew she was on the boil when she ground her mound into my leg. "If you're not hard no my love then I guess I should give up and go home now" she joked. "A cat couldn't scratch it" I joked back.
"Let's not cook at home tonight lets eat out at that fish restaurant we went to before". I wanted to get her home for the obvious but I knew that I had to observe some level of decency before I practically raped my wife after I get released. "Sure, I hope it's not too full. I want you to myself"
By chance the place was not too bad. I suspected that the early evening rush had come and gone just leaving the locals and regular. "White wine for me and a cock... ..oops I mean a coke for him" she ordered for us and pretended to be embarrassed to the waiter for the mistake. We sat in a circular booth which generally would be given to a party of 6 perhaps but it suited us right now. We sat as close as we could in the booth and almost had our backs towards the rest of the restaurant which I was pleased at because there was a few guys eyeing up my wife's tits and no doubt enjoying them immensely. Look all you want I thought, I would be the one sucking on these babies tonight.
The dinner passed by unremarkably considering the tension going on below the table and we talked about everything. She guided the conversation towards the sexy side of things and kept on with the double entendres to keep the mood going. Oh yes, there was one thing that did come up though... ..she was not wearing any panties !
At one point and quite casually she guided my hand down between her legs. She didn't even break from her conversation but continued to press my hand against her flesh. I don't know why I hadn't noticed before. I had felt over her butt and hips and kind of assumed she was wearing a white thong. She was as smooth as she knew I loved her pussy to be. My fingered played with her folds easily and for that matter she was already wet. That sexy chat had her on the boil. I lifted her skirt a little up to her lap and her legs spread enough for me to get 2 fingers down there to toy with her. The rest of the restaurant oblivious to the foreplay as she was hidden by the table and table cloth . The waiter had come and gone a while back with our deserts and the coffee cups were full. There would be no interruptions if I could tease her into continuing further.
She allowed me to bring her along her path by letting me parts her lips with my fingers and massage her inner folds. I teased her whole mound but soon found myself being guided by her to focus on her nub. A light touch here, then a scratch or a press into her. I dipped my fingers into her and used my thumb to add more sensations to her. Her eyes were open and looking at me but there was nobody home. She was in her own world right now. Her breath continued to speed up and her face now flushed contrasted with the material of her dress. If the waiter was to come now the game would be up for sure. Then again perhaps she'd know what tease and frustration would be like. As I continued to stroke and press her hand came to mine and pressed my fingers deep into her mound. She reached down there herself with her other hand and pushed herself over the top and a huge silent orgasm flushed over her. She fell forward to the table and placed her head on the linen while I continued to move in and out of her pussy with my fingers - she held a steady pressure on her nub. A twitch and a quite gasp and she brought her head up and kissed me, her hands on both sides of my face. I could smell her juices and I couldn't help myself I grabbed her hand and wiped the wetness over my face so that the aroma would stay with me.
In the car over to the apartment I tied to keep the mood light and joked about probably being banned from that place after they see the wet patch but in reality the tension was there... for me at least Deb had felt some release.
Chapter 11. numb to her delights
"Just like in your writings and in the pictures I found. I want this to be perfect for you. I want to be your fantasy tonight not those girls on the computer". "are you kidding me. Of course you're my fantasy. I wouldn't know of too many wife who would tease their guys like you do and dress up in those outfits like you do; or who look like you do. I am so lucky. I love you so much" "how would you like to be bound when I release you from the cage and suck your cock. This is your win don't forget so to some level you're in control tonight" she said. Some control I thought she's the one with the key.
I sported some black leather cuffs with a stainless steel ring on them as soon as I knew it .They were tight on my wrists; she pulled them tight as she looked in my eyes. "I know you like them tight, I know you like the feel of control over you." While I was enjoying the feel of the wrist cuffs Deb was busy doing the same to my ankles. Firm and tight with no chance of them coming off during our play session, also, with the stainless rings on the outside ready to lock me into position. I heard the click of one long shanked pad lock which connected the wrists behind my back but also to the two ankles. It would almost be a hog tie except I was kneeling on the bed at the moment watching her every move. She offered me a blindfold. "I want to watch you. I want to watch my cock head slip between those lips of yours. I want to watch as you sink deep onto my cock... .I want to watch your eyes looking at me, turning me on as I cum in your mouth". I guess the offer of the blindfold was really just a subtle way of saying it was going to happen. I lost my sight of her as she was commenting that I wouldn't be seeing "him' again for a while.
She pushed on my chest and with the lack of sight I lost my balance and fell over onto my side on the bed. Here hands were over me and pulled me onto my back which meant that my knees were right up and splayed out to make is as comfortable as I could for my hand to ankle locked cuff position. In this state I was certainly very venerable and accessible for her.
Her hands slid over my thighs and along my inner leg up to the cage. I felt her fumble and twist the cage for a second and then the lock was flipped out of the retaining pin and she slipped the whole contraption off me. Before I could grow too much she maneuvered the rings off me from behind my balls. I felt the bed move as she got off the bed and I could hear her placing my prison on the side table. I couldn't believe it after so long I was free of that thing. There was no way I was going back into that again I thought. Even if I was tied up right now there's no way she'd get me to submit to that cage again.. I felt my cock stretch out and fill up to it's maximum girth, something that I had missed. It was a shame I was tied because I really wanted to slide my hands along my shaft right now and play with the cock head. I couldn't and probably just as well. It was her hands though that I did feel. Slowly, painfully slowly she started stroking my length. As her fingers approached the head of my cock tough she only held a wide circular form. Meaning that although I got some electric sensations after so long with the speed and looseness of the hand job it was building me up but not enough to build to the orgasm I was wanting. This was the warm up I knew. She used to do that for hours before. Build me up and let me cool off. More loose hand job and if I thrust or went to give her a helping hand she would slap my hand and stop for 5 minutes to let me cool again. On the edge - off the edge. It was endless. "Hey" I said "that's not fair. What I won was a blow job not a hand job" I said from behind the blindfold.
"You're right and here is comes for you" I felt her hair drape across my belly and I could feel her breath on my already hot cock. Without warning I felt the heat of her mouth envelop my whole shaft. In one deep push she took me in all the way down. Slowly, very slowly she withdrew her lips all the way up my throbbing cock shaft. She stopped when she got to the head and used her tongue to circle the swollen cock head. Pushing the tip of her tongue down into the cleft of my cock. She bobbed on his head a few times and then came off him. Holding me in her palm she continued to perform a slow hand job up and down but always loose and so slow it was maddening. "wow that's cool, what you putting on him" I felt her working in some lotion. "he's a little dry after being locked away, didn't think you'd mind me putting some skin lotion on him for you". I joked that I hoped it tasted good. It felt good as she worked in the lotion and told me how she was going to go so slow and to make me last as long as she could. She told me how deep she was going down on him and how my spunk would be shooting directly down her throat soon. "do you think you are able to still do it" she said " after all these months you don't think he's healed up now do you... .it would be a shame to get the wish of a lifetime and not be able to perform... .that would suck more than me eh!" she joked. "Don't you worry there I have a load and a half for you to deal with" I smiled back. As she continued to work her hand up and down my shaft with the lotion she said "but if you can't cum... .this is still your prize, you don't get a do over". "don't you worry girl you just think about swallowing and not chocking on my cock". "Well the clocks ticking and I think all my neck muscles can stand will be 30 minutes and then your out of luck." We laughed
As the "body' lotion started to work it's way into me I could feel her lips on the shaft of my cock head and thought here we go I am going to enjoy this and relaxed back into my position on the bed. It was then I sensed something was not quite right. I knew that she was bobbing on my cock as I could feel her weight shift, her hair on my belly and her nose touching my pubic bone occasionally... .but I was not feeling anything from my cock. I don't mean a little desensitized from being caged for a while I mean nothing. I thrust forward to her and made her gag a little from the unexpected lunge. I felt nothing. "What's going on. I can't feel anything. There's something wrong Deb... " panic was starting to settle in as I genuinely felt there was a serious problem. "Don't panic" she said, "everything is normal and as it should be. That lotion I have been massaging into you cock is a topical anesthetic gel that dentists use. It numbs the area for about 40 minutes. After all you didn't think I was going to make this easy for you did you?". She bobbed for all she was worth but even though I knew my hard on stayed strong and certainly my mind was going frantic knowing that my gorgeous wife was giving me the best blow job in a very long time I was not getting any of it. I pushed and thrust into her mouth or the air... I couldn't tell but either way I had the same result. NOTHING. I suppose in her mind she was playing by the rules. She gave it all she could for the 30 minutes and was very willing to swallow my load of as much as I could produce - problem was it was not going to happen. Behind the mask I was so frustrated I almost cried. I needed so bad to cum and here I was in a fantasy and I couldn't do it.
"Times up" she called out as if she was casually calling in the little rental paddle boats on the lake; sealing my fate for another period. I fell back into as relaxed a position as I could given the restraints. "I am not going back into that thing again Deb I can tell you that now no matter how hard you try to convince me.
She started to clean me up with a wash cloth. "You're very hard right now I am going to have to shrink you down" At that she placed a frozen bag on my inner thighs to freeze any thoughts away she called it. "I'm not going into that again. You said that it wasn't practical for any wife to place her husband into that plastic cage for any length of time. You said that" I pleaded. By now the frozen bag together with the numbing gel had done it's trick and I was down to normal size. I could feel her pulling at me and all I could do was bargain with her not to put me in the plastic cage again. "you haven't learned yet have you after all these years that I always keep my end of any bargain. I said I wouldn't put you into that again and I was telling the truth. The problem is that I didn't say I wouldn't place you into something a little more secure"
I tried my best to feel what was going on but couldn't make it out. My blindfold was removed with some level of flamboyance of having completed a job well done from her. "Take a look at your new home"
I looked down and was stunned that she had placed a bright steel cage about me with a very ominously sturdy lock. It seemed to be about the same thing but with the all steel construction, steel guide pins and the way in which the hasp of the lock was hidden there was no way I could either cut the pins or get to the lock. I was rolled onto my front and I heard the release click of the lock holding my limbs together. My shoulders ached a little but I was quick enough in movement to reach round and hold my "new home' as she called it. With some sense of pride she announced that "it was hand made after she had gathered the various measurements over time. It has a lifetime guarantee for workmanship and strength. It's called a neosteel belt... .only the best for you my love. Come to think of it... .only the best for me too" she said.
Chapter 12. no dice !
"But I don't understand" I said, "this was only supposed to help us out when we were apart and to help us come closer together. Now that you are here full time and all of our house deal has gone through I don't see the need to do this anymore. I just don't get it why should I suffer any longer"
"Honey... ..you are so much more attentive to me and the kids; you have learned to give an amazing tongue, you admitted that your boss thinks you're a star at work because you have so much more energy these days; and look at the house it so well kept" " So what ? are you looking for a slave or something". " you know it's nothing like that, although I think there are still a few more kinks in you I don't know about !! ha ha... .no really... this is about having the best relationship between us in absolute years. I love you so much and I want this to work for us. To keep talking and for you to want to spend time with me and do things together. Is that wrong? And all it takes a just for you to wear some silly underwear when you think of it" "I know, I like the benefits too between us but there's no end in sight for me I just stay desperate for you and your attention all the time. I have to know what's in it for me to give up the most basic need a man could have".
"So basically this is a contract of some form is that what you're saying. It's a signed document that will allow you to tease and deny me for as long as it fits with our marriage life style but there are strings attached."
"Well I wouldn't say strings" she said "strings suggest that there are hidden consequences or you're being tricked. This is quite the opposite. I am being as straight and honest as I can be. I have read all of your stories of tease and denial; I've seen the photos you like and I see the way you react when I do things that I know you want and like. I have compiled all of these things and added them into the contract. Of course there are things on your side that you have to commit to as well"
"So you will do anything sexually I want and dress in what ever I choose while in the home but outside there are limits... .that's fair; I get to have my fantasy wife and life. The only hiccup is that I will be on a 6 week cycle."
"That's right I will let you out every 6 weeks to do anything you like with me BUT don't forget there are penalties if you don't come through with the rest of your end of the bargain"
""yes... and there's the ambiguous element. I am to please you anytime you want in anyway you want and I can't say "no'. if I don't agree to please then there could be time penalties that will be determined with the roll of two die; to two numbers being multiplied to get the period added. That could be as much as 36 weeks." I said.
"But don't forget she said that there are good bonus points to be made... roll of the dice to reduce the time in the cage by a number of days from the remaining total. Also I will let you choose once a month to either continue on to the full 6 week period or to elect to come out to play on your terms but the roll of the dice will determine the next period of lock up in weeks. So you could end up with a fantasy wife who'll do anything that your fantasy models will do - only for real and then maybe only have to spend a week in jail if you roll two 1's before you get to play again. That doesn't sound too bad"
"ha ever the sales person eh! That means that I have every chance of rolling two 6's !"
Chapter 13. Marriage built for two, designed by one
In hind sight I think Deb's enforced chastity of my cock for those 6 initial months was good in a way. It helped me understand the benefits of this life style. I came to love my wife in a new way and a fresh way. She was my trophy and I was hers. To everyone we knew we were the perfect couple. Always loving and touching; we talked to each other and did those little things for each other. It had been said that Deb had found the perfect man - she just joked and told them that it took a while to train me. If only they knew the full truth there. It had been said to me that I was pussy whipped. If only they knew what I did to her when I tied her in a strict hog tie with a gorgeous red ball gag in her mouth; especially when she still had the taste of my cum in her mouth after I shot down her throat, swallowing the load.
I love my life, I love my wife. It was the best thing I ever did was to listen to her rules on how to make the perfect marriage
Now all I have to do is hope I roll snake eyes this time instead of the 4 & 5 last time. It was a very long 20 weeks I can tell you.
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