Caught in Chastity
A Fictional Story by belted and teased.
Like many more men than folks realize, I have a male chastity, orgasm denial fetish. And, like many men, the fantasies have been unexperienced because I was afraid sharing them with my wife would blow up my marriage. I figured at best she would humor me unenthusiastically; at worst she would call me a damned pervert and leave me.
So, the furthest I had ever gone was to buy chastity cages over the years to experiment with and wear them for the few times I was alone for any period of time. I had begun with cheap plastic models, and eventually progressed to a very secure, very comfortable metal cage. I had invested more money in it than I should have considering the circumstances. But I liked that when I had it on, it wouldn’t come off without the key or by cutting it off.
I had never been able to wear it for more than a few hours. Partly because of the aforementioned alone time, and partly because after a few hours of reading stories or watching porn I was fumbling with the lock so I could masturbate and gain relief. I did not have the resolve required to be my own keyholder.
Then something happened that would give me the time I needed. I could test my resistance to using the key!
My wife, Laura, is absolutely beautiful, intelligent, and sexy as hell. We do have a great love life… all of which added to my hesitation to share my fantasies. I had too much to lose.
Then she came to me and asked if I would be terribly upset if she and three of her closest friends from High School and college did something they had wanted to do for years: take a two-week girls’ trip across the country. Would I be mad at her for leaving me alone for that long?
I would have been supportive anyway. They had talked about this for years, and I trust her implicitly. What most wives do not think about is how happy a married man is when he has time “off the leash.” Time to live off pizza and beer, and to run around the house naked. But of course, I had another, clandestine motivation.
Before we get into that, I should tell you about the underlying awkward situation I mentioned.
Her three close friends are Becky, Katrina, and… Dana… my ex-wife.
Laura and Dana were best friends long before my first marriage. Dana and I were married for about five years. Our split was amicable… we just realized we were not really a good fit. In fact, about six months after our divorce was final, it was Dana who encouraged me to ask Laura out: “Ya’ll are both nerds; you’d be perfect for each other.”
It turned out she was right. Five years later, my second marriage was strong. And Laura and Dana were still besties. Aside from some good-natured teasing, they did not really trade secrets about me… or so they said. I was not silly enough to take that at face value, but nothing detrimental had ever come up.
They were pretty much opposites, physically and demeanor-wise. Laura was a natural redhead with a killer smile, freckled B-cup breasts, and an ass that made men stare. She has a quick mind and wit, but is more reserved, like me.
Dana is blonde, with a thicker-but-not-fat body. She has perfectly shaped DD’s and a plump derriere. She also has a quick wit but is far more outgoing than my bride and me.
The day of their adventure, and mine, came on a Friday night. They were going to drive our full-size SUV so they would have plenty of room. They would all meet at Dana’s after work. Then they would drive off first thing Saturday morning.
I kissed Laura goodbye, reassuring her that I would be okay.
No sooner than she was out of the driveway, my clothes were off, and I was putting my cage on before I got hard, which would make it much more difficult.
I put on PJs long enough to accept the pizza delivery, then was naked again. Sitting in my recliner, snacking on pizza, sipping beer, and reading the latest stories I could find. I planned to save porn videos for later.
My favorite stories, of course, had to do with chastity and denial. My favorite key holders, or dominant females, were not brutal or hateful, but used the protagonist, nonetheless. Of course, there was cuckolding going on… eventually the loving wife would need dick, which the chastity guy could not provide. And humiliation. Why did being humiliated turn me on so much?
MY dick was straining against its cage and leaking when Laura called to say goodnight after eleven. I almost felt guilty… but it’s not like I was being unfaithful.
I stayed up a couple more hours after that, partly reading and partly watching a movie on TV. As I drifted off to sleep, I was actually proud of myself. This was the longest I had ever gone without giving in to temptation and removing my cage. How long could I actually resist?
I slept pretty well in the recliner. The cage was comfortable, but my little buddy filled it most of the night as I dreamed a mixture of chastity-cuckold and intense lovemaking sessions with Laura.
I awoke late, maybe ten o’clock. I immediately had my answer regarding my ability to fend off my need to cum. Between the dreams, a vigorous attempt at morning wood, and a need to pee, my first desperate thought was that I HAD to get this thing off and get some much-needed relief.
There was only one problem. I could not find my keys.
They were not on the end table where I expected to have left them. Maybe I left them in the bag I kept the device in; I HAD been in a big hurry to lock myself up. And the keys were not needed to snap the inline lock closed.
Nope, they weren’t there, either. FUCK!
I checked my nightstand, the bathroom, under the bed… no luck. FFFUCK!
I finally gave up and went to the bathroom, sitting down, hoping for some relief. It helped, but not nearly enough. My predicament was only arousing me further.
I knew it was pointless, but I tried to masturbate inside the cage. I had done that before with a CB 6000. But not this high-end model. There was zero play, and my cock was locked down tight against my testicles. I could not achieve the slightest friction against my needy member. And I realized another torment I had never considered until now. Unlike with clear plastic models, I could not even see my little friend with this cage design. I had not considered the psychological effect that would have when I bought it.
By that evening, I was ready to cut it off. But I had spent so much money on it! I decided this must be my punishment for being a perv. I had two weeks to find the keys. Then I would HAVE to cut it off before Laura and company got home.
I know I am twisted, but while I was frantic with need, I was also enjoying the fact that I had somehow managed to force myself to experience real denial inadvertently. The cage was comfortable, and the tight squeeze it performed on me actually felt comforting in a way. I know it sounds stupid, but it felt… safe.
I should have sworn off reading stories altogether; I should have found something to distract myself rather than torment. But I found the sensations of my phallus filling its prison, the unrequited arousal, the frustration to be addictive.
Finally, on Sunday evening, I decided to stop torturing myself. I had to work the next morning and needed to find some approximation of “normal” to be out in public and interacting with people all day.
The best laid plans…
At about 9 PM, I got a text message from Laura. It had an attached audio file, and a note which said, “I miss you and love you! Something for you to remember me by!”
I tapped on the audio file, and it began to play. There was no speech on it, but I could hear something. I grabbed my headphones so I could hear better.
That did it.
Now I had the very recognizable sounds in stereo, echoing in my head. I heard soft sighs in Laura’s voice. They were sounds I knew well… she was experiencing the build-up to orgasm.
“Ohhhh… mmmmm…oh, yeah…”
I was pressing harder against my cage than I had since putting it on. The sounds continued… my wife mewled, moaned, and sighed for nearly ten minutes while I listened, spellbound. Her arousal increased like a volcano building up to an eruption.
Something that drove my own arousal, took my breath away, and fucked with my head the entire time… the soft, sensual sounds she made were the ones she made when I went down on her.
Was she masturbating? Or was there someone laying between her silky thighs, tonguing her bud in my place?
“Uh… uhhh… ugh… ohgawwwd… UNGHH!”
She was cumming! It sounded like a really good, lengthy orgasm, and not faked!
I couldn’t help it. My right hand went to my cage and shook it… It made no sense for me to cry out, “Ohhfuck… PLEASE…”
My hand was now covered in pre-cum, and I was more desperately denied than before.
Then the only words on the recording. Laura breathed softly, “I hope that was good for you… Did you cum with me?”
It was a rhetorical question, of course, since I could not answer. OMG, I wished I had.
I sent a text.
*Thank you. You are so sexy.*
She replied after a very long pause. *Thank you. I love you. *
I was trembling as I tapped out, *I love you too. Are you alone? *
The intent of the question was readily apparent. Her reply made my cock pulse in its prison and drove up my blood pressure.
*Wouldn’t you like to know? Goodnight.*
My wife was not a slutty person, and as I said earlier, I trust her. But I was so worked up, in such a sexual space, and that sounded like a REALLY good cum. It was messing with my head.
So much for distracting myself before work; I was up until 2 AM listening to Laura cum repeatedly, imagining her taking some big young guy into her body… of him going down on her. I was completely discombobulated.
And so I went to work tired, desperate, and aroused by every flash of cleavage, leg, or feminine smile I saw.
That evening I practically tore the house and my truck apart looking for the keys. It only drove me to higher need and frustration.
My search was interrupted when Laura called. I had to focus on keeping my breathing even and the need out of my voice. They were all in the SUV together, and I was on speaker as she cheerily told me about their adventures so far. She made no mention of her recording, and I could not ask with all of her friends listening. I was left wondering if I had imagined it all. When she disconnected the call, I listened to it again. Nope, I definitely did not imagine it.
Tuesday was another day filled with denial and attempted erections. Then, that night, I got a real surprise.
Laura texted me goodnight. But then I got a text from Dana. The only text was *Shhhh. * There was a video attached. WTH?
I was lying in bed when I tapped to open the video. OMG!
There were a male and a female, both completely nude, standing in a nice hotel room, kissing. Their faces were blurred out throughout the video. But it did not matter… I was intimately familiar with my ex-wife’s body.
Was this an old video? Or had she actually picked this guy up in a bar or something on their trip? Why had she sent this to me?
Dana disengaged from her lover momentarily. She picked the camera/cell phone up from the dresser it sat on and carried it to the bed. She propped it up on a small pillow, then climbed onto the bed.
Now the camera was angled up, as if I were in a sixty-nine position with her. Which I had been countless times; it was one of her favorites.
I was looking at her hairy muff, which I had tasted thousands of times. Her flat tummy led to those magnificent, pendulous DD’s swaying invitingly. Even though blurred, I could tell she was looking at the camera salaciously.
Then I watched as her lover lined up and pushed himself into her sodden womanhood slowly.
Little Dan was straining and leaking. I was experiencing a plethora of conflicting emotions.
I felt as if I were cheating on Laura just by watching. Would my current wife be hurt when she found out? If she found out? Why was Dana doing this?? Was this a test the girls had cooked up?
At the same time, having been married to Dana for so long, I still felt as if I were being cuckolded. That really made no sense; she had been single for over five years and with her sex drive, I had assumed she had lovers. It just wasn’t something I was privy to until now.
I heard her speak for the first time, “Be gentle with me, Dwayne… I’ve never been with anyone nearly as big as you… but FUCK ME.”
I did not know whether that was true or just said for my benefit. Granted, from my perspective right below them, he did appear to be working with a significant tool… much bigger than mine, but not mythical porn story huge. My equipment is a little above average, but I was feeling the SPH vibes at the moment.
He replied, “You’ll get used to it… trust me.”
Without waiting for a response, he plunged into her.
I heard her grunt loudly, “Hungggk!” But he was apparently correct… soon she was mewling and crying out for more as he slammed into her like a pile driver without mercy.
I did not grab my imprisoned buddy this time, knowing it would do me no good. I did, however, soon realize I was instinctively thrusting my hips upwards as if trying to make contact with someone who was not there.
Damn, this sonufabitch had some stamina. Dana shook through a violent orgasm… I could see her big tits rotating and slamming forward and back. She began crying out… she was never a screamer, but she was getting close to it now.
The timer on the video indicated he had been fucking her relentlessly for fifteen minutes, through multiple orgasms, when he finally plunged himself balls deep into her and roared out his own orgasm. I could see his member pulsing over and over as Dana kept thrusting back against him, evidently trying to squeeze out all she could of the experience.
It took them awhile to recover. When he had removed himself from her still trembling body (now I realized he wore a condom), Dana reached down and picked up the phone.
“OMFG that was good. How many times did you nut before he did, Danny boy? Hope it was good for you.” Then the video ended.
I was almost hyperventilating. I had NOT “nutted,” and damnit I needed to!
Once I calmed down, I made a connection. Both of my “wives” had mentioned me getting off and hoped it was good for me. So, it was very likely the best friends were in on this together. If they only knew the torment they were causing. If they only knew that me gaining any relief was not an option.
The next couple of days were a real challenge, as I played Dana’s video and Laura’s audio alternately, thought about them when I was not playing them, and got aroused by almost every female at work. I was at my wit’s end.
Then Friday evening, Laura called. She had caught me sitting naked in the recliner, but I just kept the camera aimed at my face for the video call. We chatted for nearly an hour about their adventures, where they had been, and where they were headed next. She said nothing about the recordings, and I did not ask, lest Dana’s was “unauthorized.” She said the others were all out checking out a club, so she had the room to herself.
I guess that was her lead into what came next. She pointed her phone camera down at her breasts to show her tweaking their nipples and moaning. This progressed until the camera was aimed at her sopping wet folds and showed her fingers manipulating her clitoris as she moaned and groaned, plaintively encouraging herself to cum.
I was reflexively lifting my hips as she did cum… loudly and joyously.
When she had calmed, I moaned about how hot that had been.
She sighed, “Thank you… your turn…”
I was genuinely confused. “Whaddaya mean?”
She smiled seductively, “You got to watch me orgasm… now I want to watch you jack off and nut for me…”
Oh, shit. “Umm… I can’t… I’d, uh, be too embarrassed.”
Now she was getting frustrated with me, “I did it for you, you can do it for me. Show me, little Dan… I miss him…”
“Oh, no, I can’t do that…”
“Since when are you a prude??” Then something occurred to her, and she got a pained, pouty expression on her beautiful face, “It’s because you aren’t hard, isn’t it? I don’t turn you on anymore… You can’t masturbate because I don’t excite you…”
“No, that is not it, honest…”
Now she sounded angry, “Then show me your dick, Daniel. NOW.”
Like a man headed to the gallows, I slowly aimed my camera down at my crotch. At the shiny black metal cage, with pre-cum smeared on part of it.
“OMG! WTF is that??”
I stammered, “It’s a chastity cage… I’m sorry… I’ll cut it off… I lost the keys.”
She sounded livid, “Good grief, I married a fucking pervert!”
“I’m sorry… I’ll cut it off and never do this again…” Why was I trying to get hard??
She said, “I can’t believe…” Then she lost her composure and began laughing hysterically.
Then the call dropped.
I was humiliated and completely confused by her reaction.
She sent me a text with a photo. I think it took me a full minute to understand what I was looking at. Then the light went on, and it all made sense.
It was a photo of me the day they had left. I was lying on this same recliner, naked except for the cage. I was passed out cold.
Then I noticed them. Sitting on the end table next to my recliner in the photo were the keys to my chastity cage. I had not lost them. They had been taken.
I had been caught and had not even known it.
The phone rang again with another video call. I had to take a couple of deep breaths and attempt to adjust my caged tumescence before tapping the answer button.
Laura had the phone propped up on a patio table on the balcony where they were staying that weekend. Sitting before me were my wife and my ex-wife. I could see the ocean behind them.
They were both laughing with each other, obviously about me. My dick throbbed from the embarrassment.
Then I noticed the next big thing. Hanging from a necklace, resting between Laura’s freckled breasts, was one of the keys to my cage.
Hanging from an exact copy of that necklace, the only other key dangled between Dana’s much more robust cleavage.
I know I was blushing profusely.
Laura reached up and twisted her key in her fingers, then finally addressed me, “You will NOT cut that cage off. If you do, there will be consequences you do not want… not some of your perverse fantasies. Do you fucking understand me?”
I nodded hesitantly.
“SAY IT.” No raised voice. No anger. Just very demanding.
“I… I will not cut my chastity cage off, unless you tell me to.” I was stammering. What had I gotten myself into?
She smiled sweetly, “Oh, baby, sweetheart, my loving husband… I won’t be asking you to cut it off. I have the key, and I’ll keep it until I unlock it. That is the fantasy, is it not?”
I nodded again.
Then the best friends took their time, alternating, telling me the story and the part of this little drama I had been missing so far.
The morning they were to leave, when they were all packed up in our SUV, Laura realized she had not packed her coat, which she would want for the mountainous part of their trip. So, they had stopped by our house.
Laura had been driving, so she handed the house key to Dana and asked if she would mind running inside to get the coat, “It’s hanging on the back of the bedroom door.”
A few minutes later, Dana had returned and put the coat in the back. When she sat down in the front passenger seat, she smirked.
Laura arched an eyebrow, “What? Wasn’t Dan asleep?”
Dana chortled, “Oh, he was asleep, alright. I cannot believe he talked you into doing that stuff.”
“What stuff??”
Dana looked shocked. “Uh-oh. You don’t know? Come with me, but be sneaky quiet.”
Shortly, they were both standing in front of my sleeping form. They gazed aghast for a few moments. I was completely naked save for my chastity cage, which completely covered my penis and caused my testicles to bulge.
Little Dan occasionally bounced upward as he tried in vain to achieve morning wood. Pre-cum seeped from the end of the chastity tube.
Dana had seen pictures of chastity tubes before because we had talked about it. Laura had never even heard of one.
Laura had looked at Dana and mouthed, “WTF?”
Dana had shrugged, then pointed to the keys laying on the end table.
Their eyes lit up as they got the same idea. Laura had taken out her phone and snapped a photo of me. Then she quietly reached over, retrieved the keys, and slipped them into her pants pocket.
Then they snuck back out of the house and drove off, laughing hysterically as they explained to Katrina and Becky what had happened and showed them my pic.
They both just watched my reaction for a moment. I know I was blushing furiously, had broken out in a sweat, and was still pressing against my cage.
Laura spoke matter-of-factly, “So anyway. Since then, we have all been researching male chastity and denial, both in professional articles and stories on your porn sites. Dana here has filled us in on what you told her about your fantasies and things you wanted to do… even if she never did them for you.”
Dana smiled broadly, “And of course we decided to send you some jerk off material, knowing you couldn’t. How has that gone for you? Have you kept watching and listening, even though you were just torturing yourself?”
I nodded, “I really, really need to get off…”
That obviously made both of them feel really good. They high-fived each other. Laura said, “Good! It does me good to know you’re suffering.”
Damn. That hurt and excited me at the same time. “Are you… uh… are you gonna leave me?”
Laura grew serious for a moment. She paused to phrase her response carefully. “Over this? Daniel, I won’t be leaving you. It is not like you were out whoring around. But you are in some serious trouble.”
I bowed my head. “I know I’m a perv… I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “I’m not mad because you’re a kinky bastard, baby. I’m hurt because you told Dana all about it… but didn’t trust ME to share it. What does that say about us?”
“I’m sorry… not to blame her… it is not your fault, Dana. But after Dana pretty much just laughed at me over it, I was afraid to tell anyone. I did not want to ruin what we have.”
Laura simply said, “Okay. But you’ll still have to pay for it. I am going to have fun with your kink, I think.”
We chatted awhile about their trip. Then Laura wrapped things up for the night. “I want you to listen to me cum with my audio at least twice before you go to bed.”
Dana chimed in, “And watch my video at least once…”
They said in unison, “Goodnight!”
They definitely got what they wanted. I was suffering greatly, gloriously, for the next week.
They spent the weekend at that beachside resort. I got a few texts, but otherwise it was pretty quiet until Monday when they got back on the road.
That was an incredibly humiliating and fantastic experience. Laura had told me to take the day off so I would be “available.”
About ten in the morning, I got a video call, this time from Laura’s tablet. When answered, it was apparent the tablet was mounted on the dash in our SUV. The screen-facing camera was pointed into the cab of the vehicle.
Dana was driving; Laura was in the front passenger seat; Katrina and Becky were in the back seat, leaning in to see me on the screen.
The foursome was apparently checking in on me as they cruised along one of America’s interstates.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Laura was cheerful. Uh-oh. Everyone else said good morning, and I replied in kind.
At least I was not in the recliner when they called. I did not want them thinking I spent ALL of my time there. I was standing in the kitchen making coffee.
Laura spoke, as Dana snickered softly. “We have all been researching, as I said. Now it is time for your interview… we have SO many questions.”
“Um, okay… everyone?”
“Yep. I’m glad you are standing. Place your phone on the counter where we can all see you.” Again, as if this was normal.
I did as asked. Then she added, “No, step back so we can see your dick… we’ll be interviewing Little Dan too.”
That brought laughter. “How do you interview my penis?”
Katrina chimed in, “Oh, trust us. When we ask you a question, he will answer too, and he’ll tell us the truth…”
There were about five minutes of them discussing my body, pointing out things about my chastity cage and general female laughter before Laura continued. I stood there, exposed and nervous. My image was on the dash of the vehicle, from my crotch to my head.
Finally, Laura explained, “So the first question, I would think, is obvious. Why?? Why would you want to be denied like this?”
I spent the next half hour trying to explain about the sexual high I felt the entire time, reminding them that a male lost that high when he achieved orgasm. Also, how in my fantasies, Laura would be getting to cum as much as she wanted, while I got no relief. I tried to explain about having a keyholder and surrendering all control. I explained to them how being humiliated turned me on for some reason, which was illustrated by my leaking cage. They would ask questions; I would try to clarify. Gradually, I seemed to be winning them over… going from disgusting pervert to a selfless lover. Sort of.
Laura moved the conversation along. “Okay. We have watched a lot of porn and read stories about chastity over the last week. We have seen some trends… or acts and want to know which fit into your kinky fantasies. As we mention each one, please let us know whether you’d do it, if told to, or if it is something you absolutely couldn’t do. I want to know just how big of a pervert I married.”
Oh shit.
I think we all were surprised when Katrina blurted out, “Eating pussy!?”
I know I was shocked. And excited.
When the others had finished laughing at her, Katrina explained, embarrassed, “I’m sorry. Nobody has ever done that for me before.”
Dana responded, “Well, that is an easy one. Little Danny just loves to eat pussy. He’ll stay down there till you make him stop, then beg for more… ain’t that right, Danny?”
Both Laura and I nodded in agreement. Katrina squirmed in her seat.
Laura checked notes she had made on her phone, “Okay, umm, here. We noticed that people used many methods to decide when to unlock their guys. Everything from drawing straws to colored beads, computer randomizers… one lady even figured out how many orgasms she had missed out on in ten years due to her man’s inability at penetrative sex, and he could not cum until he gave her that many orgasms. So, what, in your fantasies, is the method for you to gain release?”
I took a deep breath. “Your whim… I want it to be completely up to you…”
“Honey, that’s a lot of trust. What if I don’t feel like letting you out for a month?”
I shrugged.
“Six months??”
I shrugged again and shook a little.
“A YEAR??”
My cock pulsed and a stream of pre-cum emitted from the cage. “I really hope you don’t decide that… but the thrill is living with whatever you DO decide. Submitting to you.”
Becky exclaimed, “Dayum. I don’t believe you could do without that long. Besides, what about Laura? She says there is nothing wrong with your dick game… what if she wants dick and you can’t give it?”
They all looked to me. I shrugged again, “As you heard, I will always be willing to give her head whether I cum or not. And if she wants more, it’s up to her whether she wants to unlock me or not.”
Becky retorted, “Or she could just cuck you, which is pretty prominent in your stories.”
Dana asked, “You wanna be a cuckold? You gonna be okay if Laura gets some strange?”
I knew the answer, but I hesitated, afraid to say it. “If that was what she wanted… yes.”
Laura exhaled, “Wow.”
Becky seemed more excited than the others. “You gonna watch? Or just be told about it?”
“That would be up to her.”
Laura spoke, “That reminds me. A lot of these guys want to clean the semen out of their wives after they or another guy nuts in her. Isn’t that gross? Is that something you want?”
Katrina asked, “You mean like lick it out??”
Laura nodded.
I answered softly, “Only if that is what you wanted…”
Dana laughed, “He’s lying! Look at his dick jump! Besides, he brought it up when we were married…”
Now I was blushing furiously.
Laura arched an eyebrow. “Well? Wouldn’t that be humiliating?”
I nodded. “That is part of it. The humiliation really affects me. But there is more to it than that. It is part of serving you.”
“How so?”
“Well, after I cum in you, you have to get up and go clean up, right? And I fall asleep. What if, instead, you got to cum again and used me to get cleaned up? Then YOU could drift off to sleep, clean and sated. And since going down on you turns me on so much… I would probably be going to sleep with a hard-on.”
They all looked at each other with OMG expressions. Dana said, “I LIKE it.”
The discussion went on for a couple more hours, only broken by a restroom break for them. We discussed at length my humiliation fetish, and how Laura could still do that while being her usual sweet self. We talked more about cuckoldry and what that could look like… me being tied to a chair or involved; we discussed whips and chains type stuff, which I could do but was not into.
I think Laura was relieved when I was a “hard” no on any male-on-male contact; no fellatio by me, no men fucking me. Not judging anyone else, but I had no desire for men. I think she was happy because everything else, while a drastic change, was still just sex play. Finding out her husband was bi would have been a paradigm shift for her.
Dana, ever helpful, asked, “What if Laura… or another female… wanted to fuck you with a strap-on?”
Gee, I wonder who the other female might be? “If that is something she wanted me to do… yes.”
“Isn’t that still gay?”
I did not have to think about my answer, “No. It would still be WITH a woman, just like cleaning semen out of her. It is not about the act as much as it is about submission and humiliation. The fact I have no desire to taste semen, or to be fucked, is what makes it exciting to be made to do that for her.”
Finally, they had arrived at their next tourist destination. They each said goodbye to me and to “little Dan.”
It had been a humiliating, yet arousing experience. I was pressing harder than ever against the cage.
Laura sent me a text a couple of hours later: *Now that everyone has gotten involved, I told Katrina and Becky they could tease you too. Be nice to them. *
Sure enough, that evening I got a text from Katrina. It included two photos, one full-body nude of her mocha-tinted flesh, the other a close-up of her genitals, from an angle looking upwards at her flat tummy, full breasts, and a smile above them… as if the camera were me preparing to taste her. Her womanhood was covered with a thick mat of pubic hair, which shone with the dew of her arousal. Even with the “carpet,” her pronounced labia and aroused clitoris were apparent.
Then the text, *I am so excited (can you tell?) Laura says when we get home, I get your tongue for a whole night! As long as you are in your cage so you cannot fuck me.*
Another followed this: *You are the expert, I am told. Should I shave for you? *
My shaft flexed in my cage, and my heart raced. Could this really be true? I thought I had made clear during our conversation that while cuckolding… Laura getting everything she wanted even at my expense, was part of my fantasies… me ever having sex outside our marriage was not. But damn… this girl was HOT. Her body was thick and perfect. Her large breasts topped by large, erect nipples in the photo, her brilliant smile capturing my heart.
She had said I would be locked up. Maybe that is what made pimping me out to her friends okay in Laura’s mind. It would only serve to torment me. Well, either way, she had told me to be nice to her friends.
I responded, *You are so damn sexy the way you are… I am very excited to serve you either way. I am dripping right now. So, it is up to you. I will say that Laura seems to get more out of it when I can get my lips and tongue on her bare flesh. Perhaps you should ask her, because I will enjoy devouring you either way. *
I got back about a dozen heart emojis.
That night I lay in bed, thinking about all that had happened. I listened to Laura’s recording, watched Dana’s video, and kept looking at Katrina’s photos. I must really be eaten up with this, because all I was really doing was torturing myself. But I loved it.
I thought about how Katrina would taste, and how she would sound. Laura and Dana both proclaimed how talented I was with my mouth, but was I, really? I did not want to disappoint. Damn, I needed to cum. What if this was just a test to see if I would have sex with another woman? Even if it could not be intercourse? I could not lose Laura.
As if prescient, and certainly smarter than me, I got a text from Laura. *Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you. Katrina is over the moon. This is not a test. Please give her your best. *
Somehow that made me all the more desperate for relief. I responded, *I love you too! I am so lucky to have you. I am about to lose my mind. I need to cum so bad. I am on a constant sexual roller coaster. But I love it. Don’t have mercy on me. *
I got back, *LOL. Okay… I WON’T. *
They continued their trip. I would get occasional lascivious texts from all of them. It is not as if I could or wanted to get my mind off of my condition. But they made it absolutely impossible to forget for very long.
One night I got a video from Becky. I had begun to wonder if this was all too much for her, but that video dispelled that notion.
She had apparently brought a guy back to her room. When the video started, they were already nude. It was apparent the encounter was set up not just for her enjoyment, but also to fuck with my head. Both of them.
She had bought an inexpensive chastity tube, likely from an adult bookstore she had found. I don’t know how she had talked this guy into what she did.
They were standing in her hotel room. The guy was holding her phone/camera and pointing it down at her as she fumbled with putting the chastity tube onto his penis. This guy was obviously not like me, because he remained flaccid as she locked him up. I usually needed to hurry, or I would get erect, ruining the whole exercise. She soon had his junk secured.
He continued to film as she teased the parts she could get to, sucking on his testicles and delving her tongue into the slit. He soon was trying to become erect. They were both giggling… he commented that there was no way he could stay locked up like that, and that the guy she was teasing must be nuts.
After about fifteen minutes, he was playfully begging her to take it off. She did so slowly, then looked at the camera. “Just think, Danny, this could be you…”
Then she proceeded to give him a long, drawn-out, expert blowjob. She brought him to the edge repeatedly, building him higher and higher until she finally deep throated him and he groaned loudly, holding the back of her head with one hand as he nutted long and hard.
She looked upwards at him and at the camera and grinned with satisfaction. Then the video stopped.
About an hour later, I had just managed to calm down when I got another text from her, with a photo. She was lying on the bed naked. There was milky white semen splashed across her womanhood and up her abdomen. The text simply read, *Wish you were here. *
The implication about cleanup was obvious, at least to me. She had pretty much played out one of my fantasies. Now I had another video to watch over and over, and more thoughts to torment me day in and day out.
One of those thoughts that plagued me was this. Two of the four women had picked guys up on this trip. I had wondered… as I am sure was the intent… whether Laura had been alone masturbating or if some guy was going down on her in her orgasmic recording. Was I already a cuckold? I certainly deserved to be.
Again, Laura knew me well enough to read my mind. Mid-day one day I got a text, *You are not a cuckold. YET. You will not be on this trip. You and I need to be of one mind first. But… someday? *
That was the last of the videos, audio recordings, and photos; I reviewed them multiple times. That, and the girls seemed to take turns sending me suggestive messages to make sure I filled my cage as often as possible. I was a complete mess!
Finally, the day of their return arrived. I was like a frantic, lonely puppy who had been left alone too long. I kept checking the windows for her to drive up. Would she be alone? Or would she bring my new “fan club” home with her? She had said the cage would come off when she got home… was she as desperate for sex as I was? Well, considering my condition, that was unlikely. But hopefully she at least wanted it!
Then she was home. I rushed out to kiss her and help with her luggage.
She had dropped Katrina and Becky off but had brought Dana home with her.
Holy crap. My wife and my ex-wife, and me more vulnerable than I had ever been, all my secrets laid bare. What had I gotten myself into??
As we carried items in from the SUV, Dana gave a sardonic look as if I were in real trouble. Laura just winked at me with a smile.
Dana said with a note of irony, “Put my things in your guest room, Danny. I’ll be spending the night.” That had never happened before.
After they got settled, we all sat in the living room. I was pensive and wound tight. I had no idea what to expect from them, and I had been hoping against hope that Laura would be as ready as I was… that we would end up in the bedroom taking the cage off.
Obviously, they were both aware of my situation, so maybe that could still happen.
They told me all about their trip in great detail. I did want to know about it, but I was distracted. They were drawing it out, avoiding any sex talk, intentionally.
Finally, they both laughed at me, breaking the moratorium on discussion of my condition.
Dana snickered, “You look like you’re about to have a canniption!”
After they regained their composure, Laura addressed me, “I know you’re ready to get that thing off, but not yet. We need some time to unwind and have some dinner. Why don’t you order us all some pizza and get us both a glass of wine? You can get a beer if you would prefer, or a whiskey if you need something stronger.” She smiled comfortingly.
As I got up to complete these tasks, she spoke again, “Oh, wait. First things first. Get nekkid, then you can do that stuff. I think we deserve to see your bod, and poor little Dan’s suffering. I bet he is crying because of what you got him into.”
When I returned with our drinks, I took a sip of my whiskey before Laura said, “Come here, let us get a look at you.”
She hefted my cage and moved it side to side, the first time she had touched it. She looked at it as she spoke to Dana, “Yep, just like the stories said, chastity tears.”
That was what she meant about little Dan crying. Her hand was covered in pre-cum. In a sample of what was to come, she held it up to me, “Lick.”
After I had cleaned her hand, she asked, “Have you been keeping MY dick clean?” Had she learned this concept of ownership from the stories? Or was it her own idea?
I told them how I had been squirting shower gel into the cage as best I could, then using the shower sprayer to rinse it out. “But I am sure he could use a better cleaning. I just didn’t want anything to happen with him since the keys were halfway across the country and you told me not to cut it off.”
She smacked the cage playfully, then hefted my exposed testicles, “Good job. It looks like he could use a shave too.”
After we had eaten and all had a couple of drinks, Laura adjourned our little group to the master bedroom. “It is time to let him out and give Little Dan a good cleaning.”
She sat on the bed and directed me to stand in front of her. Dana was leaning against the door jamb, looking on with curiosity. Laura had me explain the process of removing the cage. I tried to control the excitement in my voice as I did so. When the tube was pulled off, my phallus followed it… expanding for the first time in two weeks into a full-fledged erection.
“Well. Someone is certainly happy to see me.” Laura directed me to the shower and told me to stand in the center. Dana watched as my current wife hosed my midsection down, then worked shower gel into a lather on my shaft and balls. She gently caressed the soap into every inch.
“Ohhh, gawwd…”
I had not been touched at all in so long, and her hands were like heaven. I tried not to thrust into her grip.
“Calm down, Skippy. We do NOT want this ruined by any accidental discharges…”
She stopped touching him and used the shower head to rinse him off. Then she got a razor and shaving cream, and began carefully removing any hair that had grown, including my pubic patch this time.
I was thankful that two glasses of wine took the edge off for her but did not affect her much otherwise. Little Dan was thankful also.
She made a production of drying me off herself, so I “Wouldn’t be tempted to play with” myself. Then she directed me back to the bedroom and resumed her seat on the bed. I was told to stand my “hard-on” in front of her again.
I had been hoping to make love to my wife; I REALLY needed some relief, so you can imagine how aghast I was when Dana appeared with a bag of frozen peas.
When I tried to plead my case, I was hushed. Soon, I was once again secured in my cage, trying desperately, futilely to regain my erection.
As I heard the lock “snick” closed, Laura looked up at me and arched an eyebrow, silently telling me I could speak, but I had better be respectful.
My voice trembled, “I… I hoped you would need me as much as I need you… and… umm… we could take care of each other…”
I glanced over at Dana, who had a satisfied expression. She was enjoying my discomfort.
Laura smiled up at me. There was no sarcasm, no cruelty in her voice—just love. “Oh, trust me, Daniel, I DO need you. I need you very, very much. This whole thing has gotten me horny as hell.”
Still dressed (they were both still dressed), she lay back on the bed, resting on her elbows so she was not lying flat. She spread her thighs provocatively, causing my dick to pulse in its confines.
She was still compassionate when she spoke, but very… definite. “LAURA is going to get HER needs met… you ARE going to take care of ME… well and often. But… YOU will not be taken care of.”
She sat back up and fondled my caged member. “You wanted this. You have never experienced true denial. You always let yourself out, didn’t you? The last couple of weeks were easy, in a way, because you KNEW there was nothing to be done.”
She stood and kissed me. “And now… now you get to experience taking care of me… upon demand… while you stay locked up. You get to find out what it is like to have the key to your orgasm right here but denied that relief.”
She twisted the key hanging between her breasts in her fingers.
I choked out, “How… long?”
They both giggled, apparently having discussed this subject on their trip. “I honestly have no idea. I know you will not be released until you have proven to Katrina that I was not exaggerating about your skills, and that will not be until next weekend. But even then… I really do not know. I purposely chose not to have a plan.” She shrugged, then kissed me again.
I was horrified at what I had created in my wife. At the same time, I was elated that she was taking charge, because she was absolutely correct about how she was fulfilling my fantasies.
She turned a little more serious, at least momentarily, “We have a bit of a dilemma.” She indicated Dana, who perked up as if to say, “Oh, we’re talking about this NOW.”
Laura continued, “My understanding is that I am supposed to be 100% in charge of sex related things. Is that correct?”
I nodded. “In my fantasies, absolutely. I never envisioned you as bitchy, but definitely in charge.”
“I’m gonna have to get used to that, but I’ll try. I… we… still have something that you will have to decide. Dana would like to see, and maybe experience, what this does to you when you have to please without being pleased. Since we ended up in the middle of this together, I would like her to be able to see it through also.”
She paused to let that sink in, then continued, “But, even though your divorce was amicable, she is your ex for a reason. I won’t force you to let her watch, or to perform for her. But if you are willing…”
I did not know what to answer. Was this a trap? What woman loans out her husband to his ex? But then they had been friends a lot longer than I had been a husband or an ex.
She sensed my hesitation, “This is not a trap. I mean… you will NEVER fuck her again…”
Dana interjected, “Ewww…”
“Just service her like the chastity slave you now are…”
I nodded, slowly, “I can do that for her… for you…”
This was surreal.
Laura leaned back on her elbows again, “Take my jeans and panties off for me.” She lifted her butt to help facilitate her gentle command. Soon she was nude from the waist down.
She was almost plaintive, “Later you can give me the full treatment, massage and all. But right now… Gawd, I really, really need to cum. Playing with myself just is not the same… make me cum, baby, please?”
I looked over at Dana, who was leaning against the door jamb again. She waved, indicating I should get on with it.
I dropped to my knees. Her womanhood was soaked, and I could smell her arousal. She was shaved bare, which was her habit since she had met someone who absolutely loved to have his mouth on her.
It was not lost on me that she had left her top and bra on… this really was all about her and me servicing her. It was symbolic, but it had an effect.
I began kissing my way up her thighs, taking my time. She reached down with one hand, interlaced her fingers in my hair, and pulled me directly to her snatch. “I don’t need foreplay… get me off…”
It had only been a couple of weeks, but damn did I miss having my face buried in her crotch. Apparently, Little Dan did too, because he pulsed and crammed himself against the end of his home.
With my face pressed against her, I had little choice. I massaged her labia with my lips while I lashed her aroused clitoris with my tongue… up, down, sideways with a pointed tongue, then occasionally bathing it with my tongue softened.
“Ohhh… ungh… ungh… UNGH… FFFFUUCKYES… yes… yes… AAAAUUUGGGHHH!”
She hadn’t been kidding. She really had been right on the edge. That was a powerful orgasm, and so soon! She was pressing herself against me, fucking my face even as I worked in my labor of love.
My attention was strictly on her and my aching cock, so I did not see Dana squirming a bit and then quickly taking her own pants and panties off.
But she would have to wait. Coming down from her orgasm, Laura held my head with both hands now, “AGAIN. Don’t fucking stop…”
Now I was able to slow down a bit, to build her back up. I suckled and softly licked her nether lips and her sensitive inner thighs. I liked her from her ass to her bud, spreading her labia with my tongue, then drove it into her canal as if I were attempting to reach her G-spot. Then I returned to her clitoris when her breathing became more labored. Soon she was lifting her buttocks off of the mattress and crying out as multiple orgasms took her.
We repeated this process half a dozen more times. Laura was very attuned to her body, and using me came easy. For all of her big talk, I knew Dana was not nearly as orgasmic as my second wife. I wondered how it would go when I serviced her.
I wanted to up the ante, to increase the intensity for her. As she was approaching another orgasm, I carefully slid two fingers into her.
She knew what I was doing. “Oh, fuck yes… you ornery fucking bastard… do it…”
I curled the fingers upwards, finding her G-spot, and began gently massaging it at the same time I was lashing her bud with my pointed tongue.
That did it.
I had to restrain her hips with my other arm as she levitated off of the bed, thrashing about as the strongest orgasms yet coursed through her entire body. She was screaming, cursing, and thanking me.
The sounds a woman makes when she is receiving pleasure, and in the midst of orgasm, have always driven me wild, and Laura is quite vocal. So, as she would cum, I would find myself subconsciously thrusting my hips, trying in vain to achieve contact on my caged member. I felt as if I could nut myself, with just a little more stimulation… but it was always just out of reach.
We learned something new. We all knew that I loved cunnilingus. But normally, like all men, there would come a point where my own needs overcame me, and I would drive my phallus into her and take her… hopefully cumming together.
Now that was not an option.
So, I found that the more I could not cum, the more I wanted to make HER cum. I would have stayed there all night, chasing those orgasms vicariously, if Laura had not finally pushed me away and collapsed onto the bed, spent.
No matter, I suppose. Dana had all the energy Laura had lost. She grabbed my hair, pushed me to the floor, and straddled my face.
It was so strange; the contradictory emotions and thoughts flooded over me as I did my best to service her.
I loved the sight, texture, and taste of her womanhood too. But there were reasons we had divorced. I had never expected, or wanted, to be in this position again, and certainly did not expect her to choose to be. But here we were, her using me with almost animalistic lust, and me doing everything I could to please her.
With my beloved wife, exhausted, lying not five feet away.
She was familiar, but at the same time, different. It had been over five years after all; her body had changed. She had always been more reserved in bed, but now… at least at the moment, she definitely was not.
She came quickly, as Laura had, sliding her hips forward and back, fucking my face with no concern for me. That certainly was different. When her orgasm subsided, she settled down and let me do what I do best. I caressed her labia and her center until she was ready, then lashed her clitoris until she was gripping my hair and her moans became more frequent and more plaintive. She had never been vocal like Laura, but her orgasm was intense and very satisfying… for us both.
After this one, she stood on wobbly legs and sat in the cushioned chair in the corner of our room. I wondered whether she was done already. No, she was not.
She scooted forward and spread her thighs wide. “I want you to do what you did for HER. You never did that for me…”
I could not tell whether I detected anger or a genuinely hurt pout.
I spoke softly, without aggression, “You… you would never let me…”
She almost whined, “I will now… I had no idea what you could do.”
I crawled to her. Not in submission, but because that is the position I needed to be in. I kissed my way up her thighs. She was trembling in anticipation, hoping I could make her feel the way Laura had.
I worked her nether lips and clitoris for awhile, building her up. When she began thrusting towards my face, I slipped my fingers into her and found her G-spot. I began the massage I had perfected with Laura, and soon Dana was moaning loudly and quaking as the intensity became too much.
She lifted her hips, and for the first time, I heard her scream in orgasmic pleasure. She was fucking my tongue and my fingers, and it surprised both of us when she had an extremely powerful series of ejaculatory orgasms.
She was drenching me as she squirted all over me. It was a new experience for me.
As her screams continued, behind me Laura shot to a sitting position, watching in shock.
Eventually Dana collapsed, almost comatose, completely spent.
Laura spoke behind me. “NOW you are going to make ME do THAT.”
As I crawled back between my wife’s thighs, my cage streaming pre-cum, Laura spoke again, “Damn. If she had known you could do that to her, she never would have let you go.”
As I settled in for my favorite meal, my hips thrusting in unrequited need, I looked into her eyes. “I love YOU. I’ll do that for her if you tell me to, but I am YOURS, and only yours.”
“I love you too. And you’re damn right you are.”
She shoved my face into her sopping wet sex.
I felt as if I might orgasm within my cage. Every sensation, the extreme sensitivity of my shaft and flaring head, was there.
I frantically wanted to cum, but at the same time I desperately hoped I would not lose it. I did not want to disappoint Laura, and I did not want the “game” to end in mission failure because of me.
Besides, I did not know, but I suspected, what would happen. With a normal, powerful orgasm like what I wanted, my balls would draw up tight against my shaft, continuous stimulation against my cock would drive me over the edge, and the release would be explosive.
But if I was forced over that edge now, that’s what it would be, wouldn’t it? An edging. The cage had my testicles pulled apart and away from my body… they could not draw up to my shaft. I had zero stimulation. So, any attempt at orgasm would be strangled in the cage.
I actually was enough of a masochist that I hoped someday to experience that, but not now, not like this.
As Laura experienced the immense pleasure of her first female ejaculation during the most powerful orgasm she’s ever had, her entire body shook and trembled, and she cried out.
My body shook and trembled too; my cries were muffled in her soft folds… but I did not cum.
I was loving my new life.
The End.
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