“Yes, that’s good! Now keep going like that at the same speed”.

I was kneeling on the floor, naked as usual, with my head buried between my wife’s thighs as she leaned back in an armchair. With her newfound confidence, she had recently decided I needed a little instruction in the art of pleasuring her. I’d always thought I was pretty good at cunnilingus, but according to my wife, my report card read ‘could do better’, and she was determined to improve my performance. So, this was one of our now frequent tutorials.

Currently, I was slowly circling her inner lips with my tongue, starting close to the clitoris, but not touching it, I was to gently run my tongue around her lips in a clockwise direction until I reached the opposite side and then do the same again anti-clockwise until I was told otherwise.

I’d been doing this for what seemed an age, and from my uncomfortable position, managed to sneak a glance upwards. She was reading something on her bloody phone! I coughed and spluttered, trying to suggest my indignation at this. She looked away from her phone and down at me, grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and pushed me back towards my duties.

A little later, I heard her put the phone down, shuffle around a little, and then breathlessly order me, “So now, long, slow licks bottom to top with the flat of your tongue.” I complied, and this started to excite her further. “Oh yes, that’s good, now, at the top flick your tongue over my clit.” Again, I did as instructed and was met with more groaning and squirming.

“Now go for it! You know what I like,” she demanded, and I started wrapping my tongue around her clitoris, sometimes hard, sometimes less so, adapting to her cries and squeals of delight, and before long, felt her body begin to stiffen and her back to arch as she reached yet another orgasm. She lay there in bliss for a while, reaching down and clutching my hands with hers as she slowly came down from her high.

“That was much better! We’ll soon have you fully trained! I didn’t even need the crop this time,” she said as she started rolling her knickers back up her legs. Recently, she’d taken to encouraging me with a riding crop whenever I didn’t reach the required standard. Remember what you’ve learned today, as I’ll be expecting lots more of that whilst we’re away.”

She glanced down at my cock, which was betraying me as usual by straining in its cage at this offhand treatment, patted me on the head and stood up. “Ok, let’s go upstairs and pack the case, we’ve an early flight tomorrow and lots still to do,” she said. She’d gained her sexual release and now clearly considered any form of physical contact between us well and truly over. This blasé attitude only aroused me further. I looked down and, as expected, saw I was leaking tears of frustration. I’d been locked for 3 days now, and any hope of a release before we travelled to the airport tomorrow was looking highly unlikely.

I lay the suitcase on my side of the bed while she settled down on hers. Once more, she picked up her phone and started browsing. “My things are all hanging on the left side of the wardrobe. Make sure they’re folded carefully,” she announced without looking away from her screen.

So, another job that becomes mine, I thought. It wasn’t really an issue, of course, I simply loved her dominance over me, the way she controlled me both physically with the cage and mentally with her sexuality. From time to time, she asks me if her actions are all too much and whether we should tone these games down somewhat. Obviously, I always plead with her not to, just sending myself further down that rabbit hole.

I finished packing the case fairly quickly. The weather forecast for our destination was good, so we wore summer-style outfits with a couple of jackets in case of a chill in the evenings. When I announced I’d finished, she looked up and started checking the job I’d done. She ran her fingers over my packing, and all seemed okay until she paused and stopped at a certain point.

“Oh no, I don’t think so! You won’t be needing any of these,” she smirked and started throwing all my boxers out onto the floor. “Go and get your nice pretty panties, they’re far more suited to a holiday, aren’t they?” she asked rhetorically. I hesitated, and our eyes met. “Do you want me to leave this at home?” she inquired whilst fingering the key hanging around her neck, the key to my cage. I quickly ran to my underwear drawer, collected all the panties she’d made me buy last week, and put them in the case.

“No, silly!” she laughed, toying with me. You’ll need a pair for tomorrow, won’t you?” I agreed and fished out a pair for me to wear for the journey. She then sent me downstairs to pick up a couple of magazines she planned to take. As I left the room, I noticed her sneaking a little travel bag into the case and wondered what was likely to be inside.

As I lay in bed that night, waiting for yet another attempted hard-on to subside, I thought back to recent events. She had taken me shopping for ladies’ underwear, making me pick out sexy styles in front of a shop full of women, making it clear to all they were for me to wear, not her! I’d never been a cross-dresser or interested in feminisation. Still, I had to admit there was something about wearing such sexy clothing that excited me, something I didn’t fully understand but was real nonetheless. As long as she forces me to wear it, then it’s not weird, I tried to fool myself into believing.

There was also the matter of her grabbing my phone and going through the history, there was loads of stuff I’d been browsing on there, some of it extreme, things that I wouldn’t actually want to come to fruition, what would she make of it? Would she understand it was just fantasy? This both frightened and aroused me. Unsurprisingly all these thoughts only led to my further discomfort as I tried to lay in a manner that would give my cock and balls some kind of relief.

I must have fallen asleep eventually and was woken by an early alarm to get us to the airport on time. I was allowed to drive this time as my wife wanted to relax; recently, I’d been made to sit in the rear seat as she drove. “In order to fully confirm who’s in charge,” she had explained. As I drove, I couldn’t help but think about the frustration of having no control over my orgasms, not even an indication of when I might next be allowed one; somehow, it was both phenomenal and dreadful at the same time.

The journey was uneventful, and we soon arrived at the airport and parked the car. At this point, I had a dilemma. I couldn’t go through the security cameras wearing a chastity cage, and she’d not indicate that it was coming off any time soon. Yet we had agreed that once we started playing our little games and she had me caged, freedom was something only she could bestow. I couldn’t ask for release or even mention the cage unless I was in pain or distress.

I had to gamble and hope she would accept the ‘distress’ card when I asked her about removing the cage before security. She simply brushed my request off, “Oh, you’ll be fine; no one will notice. I bet they see all sorts here!”

We checked our one large suitcase in and strolled towards security. This was getting tense. She wouldn’t really make me stand on one of those full-size body scanners while wearing a pink plastic cage, would she?

We started queuing at the security gate. “Honey!” I pleaded. She looked me in the eye, apparently running options through her head, and then pulled me to one side out of the queue.

“Look, if I agree to you being uncaged going through security,” she started. I want you to understand that whatever I say goes until we return home. Nod if you agree.” I nodded vigorously. “I mean it,” she continued. Remember, absolutely no arguing whatsoever.”

Of course, I had no choice but to comply and run off the gent’s toilet once she took the key and chain from around her neck and handed it to me. While taking the cage off in one of the cubicles, I realised that it was highly likely she had planned this all along. She wouldn’t have actually subjected me to the security scanners wearing a cage, but simply wanted my total obedience while I was away. That got me thinking back to the bag she had secreted in our luggage.

With me still twitching nervously due to a resin cock cage and matching metal key in my little hand luggage bag, we passed through security. I must have looked highly suspicious glancing across at the young girl in charge of the luggage scanner as my bag travelled through the scanner; however, nothing happened, and we came out the other side and made our way to the bar to see what extortionate prices they were now charging for drinks.

As I sat there drinking a pint that had cost another new record amount, my wife looked questioningly at me. “Well?” she enquired. I blankly looked back at her. “Don’t make me say it!” she warned, “We are through security, off you go.” And of course I realised it was time for the cage to go back on, I disappeared to some more toilets, did as was told and returned to her side. She pushed her head towards me, and I slipped the chain over her head so the key was back in its rightful place, nestling between her breasts.

Even on the plane, my trials weren’t over; my wife claimed to be cold, asked a flight attendant for a blanket, and proceeded to cover us both. Then of course, I felt her undoing my trousers, pulling the zip down and trying to get my cock and balls out of the panties they were partly squeezed into. She couldn’t quite manage it and whispered, “up” to me. I lifted my bum off the seat and felt my trousers and panties slide halfway down my legs. For the next hour or so, she proceeded to use my testicles as therapy balls, constantly fondling and twisting them in her hand, giving me no respite.

I was trying to remain calm and give no clue as to what was happening under the blanket, but at one point, a lady sat next to her, leaned over, looked at me, then asked, “nervous?” Before I could respond, my wife answered, “More like edgy, I would say,” stifling a giggle. Not to be put off, the lady persevered, “First time?” Again, my wife cut in, “No, he’s been edgy before!” and before the conversation could continue stated, “We’re on holiday! Let’s get some wine, darling,” and beckoned the cabin crew over.

Eventually, she left me alone to try to pull my clothing back up covertly, and we both tried to nap for the rest of the flight.

We arrived at the hotel and were given a large room with a balcony and sea view. Upon entering the room, I was told to stop and undress. While doing so, she explained the first rule I was to follow: “Once inside our room, you are to undress down to your panties. That’s all you can wear in here, okay? You will only dress when you go outside.”

Once I agreed, I was left to unpack our case while she relaxed on the balcony, taking in the lovely view. At one point, she shouted, ” You should come and see this; it’s beautiful.”

“Chance would be a fine thing,” I responded jokingly, adding, “Comfortable out there, are you?”

I continued to unpack and was pretty much finished when I turned to see her standing in the room with her hands behind her back and a stern look upon her face.

“Who do you think you are speaking to me like that?” she shouted.

“Darling, I was only fooling about, you know that,” I replied nervously.

“No arguments,” she said, dragging a dining chair over the marble tiles into the middle of the room. She sat down on it, “over my lap now,” she ordered.

I couldn’t believe it, this was unfair, and she knew it, yet I did as I was told. With her left hand, she grabbed my right and pulled it high behind my back, severely limiting any mobility, then proceeded to spank me hard with what I later found out to be her hairbrush. The plastic back of the brush making resonant slapping sounds against my arse cheeks. It was the first time she’d use a hairbrush on me, and it hurt just as much as the paddle she usually used, and was definitely worse than the crop.

After about a dozen hard whacks, she released me and had me stand facing her. Once more my bloody cock was desperately trying to grow and was squeezing wherever possible through the gaps in the cage.

This made her smile knowingly, “Well?” she said.

“Sorry,” I replied.

“And…?”

“Thank you for putting me right,” I added.

“And…?” she continued.

I knew I was beat, and more importantly, she knew it as well. “Could I have some more, please?” I nervously mumbled.

“Really?” she teased, “ask me nicely.”

She was really making me squirm now, “Please, I’d really like it if you would please spank me some more, please,” I asked, not really believing I was begging for more.

“Hmmm!” she pondered, “Well, okay then, seeing as you asked so nicely, come to Mommy.”

Mommy?’ I thought as I rushed to lean over her lap again. Another new word to humiliate me further. Of course, I hoped she would use it more in the future.

I received a further dozen spanks, after which I was allowed to finish unpacking, we then showered together, me still caged of course. She was really pushing my buttons today. I soaped and lathered her smooth body, running my hands into all her most private areas, getting more frustrated by the moment. She didn’t seem to care, there was no mention of my needs or desires, and I was left to wash myself whilst she dried off.

Still aroused as I left the shower, I found her lying on a towel on the bed. She beckoned me over, and I thought maybe now I was finally going to be released. Instead, she handed me a large bottle of moisturiser, and I knew I had another frustrating job of applying this to her skin.

After all this, I was absolutely crazy with desire, but she simply announced she was starving and started dressing for dinner. At the last minute, I was allowed to dress by the apartment door, and we left to eat.

We spent the evening as if a normal couple, discussing our plans for the holiday and chatting about nothing in particular. At one point, she looked at me and said, “Poor baby! You’ve really been put through your paces today, haven’t you? We’ll have a little treat when we get back to the room.”

I breathed out a huge sigh of relief. ” Thank you, darling,” I cried. I’m really desperate.”

“I know you are. Let’s go back to the room, and I’ll give you what you want,” she answered.

I couldn’t finish my drink fast enough, so I grabbed my wife by the waist and rushed back to our room. I undressed just inside the door so as not to risk upsetting her, and I waited expectantly.

She took her time, wandering around the room, strolling out onto the balcony, knowing I couldn’t follow her, and looking out at the night sky for a while.

Eventually, she sauntered back in and announced, “Okay, I’ll give you a choice.” This sounded ominous. There was bound to be some catch or other here, I thought.

She started undressing, revealing her body to me bit by bit whilst also revealing my choice, “I can release you, lay you on the bed and give you a nice relaxing hand job or you can go down on me, show me what you’ve learnt recently and if you continue to behave there might be a chance of you fucking me later this holiday.”

I stood there shaking with desire, desperate for my wife to release me and pump my cock.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, “Your pleasure or mine?” while walking to the bed and sitting down. We looked at each other, and there was no need to reply; we both knew my answer. She pointed to the floor, and I dropped down and crawled towards her as she scooted down towards the bottom of the bed. I hoped I remembered all I’d been taught.

*****

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my wife moving around in the small kitchen area. She started taking our breakfast items onto the balcony and shortly after called me to join her.

We sat outside eating our breakfast, with me using a towel to hide my modesty. We admired the view and discussed our plans for the day. After travelling yesterday, we agreed to have a lazy day and planned to chill out at the hotel’s private beach.

So shortly after breakfast, we started gathering everything we needed, “I’ve laid your trunks out on the bed for you,” my wife shouted from the bathroom. I looked and saw a tiny pair of bright yellow swimming trunks I’d never seen before, they were ‘Speedo’ style trunks, looked at least a size too small, and left nothing to the imagination. I fact, the shape of my cage would stand out a mile in these. I guessed this was a part of the package I’d seen her sneaking in the case back home.

“Honey, I can’t wear these!” I pleaded, “They’re far too small and the cage will be visible.”

She walked into the bedroom, brushing her hair. “What did you agree on at the airport?” she asked, wandering past me.

“Yes, but…” I started.

“No buts! You agreed you’d do whatever I said, didn’t you?”

She had me, of course! Bang to rights.

“However, as always, I’ll give you a choice,” she said, rummaging in her bedside cabinet. You can wear your new trunks I’ve thoughtfully bought you, or you can wear these.”

She stood up and, on the end of one finger, held out a pair of her bikini bottoms. A pair she’d always looked fantastic in, dark brown, skimpy, and with laces at each side you could pull to release.

I knew I couldn’t win. I realised how often these choices she gave me were no choice at all, and I started trying to pull the latex-style yellow trunks on, which was not easy at all.

“Good boy!” she said condescendingly and patted me twice on the backside as I tried to squeeze into them, “Now let’s go!”

I trotted behind her on the way to the beach, trying to hide behind the large tote bag I was carrying with our supplies. When she noticed this, she grabbed one of the handles and walked beside me with the bag between us, denying me any opportunity to cover myself.

“Don’t worry, you look lovely,” she confidently stated. This wasn’t true. I looked ridiculous. The trunks were definitely too small, and it seemed clear to me that the cage was visible to anyone who looked.

We arrived at the beach and grabbed two sunbeds. I hoped to lie on the bed on my stomach and avoid any form of contact, but that was not going to happen. First, I had to rub sun lotion all over her body, she stood up in order to be creamed so I was visible to anyone looking, I rubbed the lotion into her warm body and in my frustrated state started to get aroused immediately, this was something I definitely couldn’t afford, dressed as I was, chastity cages may stop full erections. Still, they will not stop the movement and some growth. I did whatever I could to take my mind off the situation and eventually managed to calm myself by trying to name England’s 1966 World Cup-winning team.

Then it was my turn, and I was ordered to spread my legs and place my hands on my head as she slowly and meticulously ensured I was fully protected, once more leading to me becoming aroused as my wife sensually rubbed the lotion over my body, making sure to take far longer than necessary.

Even when finished, I was told not to be silly and lie on my back on the bed. At least the worst was over, I thought, and no one seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in my fluorescent swimwear. Just as I relaxed, I was told it was time for drinks and sent to the beach bar.

As I wandered over to the bar, I noticed a few people looking at me. A middle-aged woman with short blonde hair seemed to be taking a particular interest in me as she peered over the top of her sunglasses. I ignored her and walked on to get our drinks.

It was a beautiful day, and we chilled there, drinking, reading, and listening to some summer tunes on our phones. I’d just about forgotten the embarrassing swimwear when my wife piped up, “Time for you to go for a swim, I think.”

“No thanks, I’m fine at the moment,” I replied.

“I wasn’t asking!” she warned, “off you go.”

So, I had to walk through the sunbeds and the people on the beach, and now I was sure people were beginning to look. I couldn’t blame them; I knew I would have commented on someone strolling around dressed as I was. I made my way into the sea as quickly as possible and, once there, felt at least a little safer under the water.

After a while, I’d had enough and started to head back to dry land. Suddenly, I realised the trunks were absolutely clinging to me as I headed back to my sunbed. I chanced a quick look down and could definitely see the outline of my cage as the trunks clunked against it. There was nothing I could do. Any attempt to cover myself would only make me look more suspicious and draw further attention to my ‘package’.

As I arrived back, my wife was smirking, clearly relishing my predicament. I dried off and settled down to relax when I felt a shadow block out the sun. I opened my eyes and saw the blonde woman who’d been staring earlier, totally ignoring me. She leant across me and spoke directly to my wife.

“Hi darling, I hope you don’t mind me coming over to say hello,” she drawled in a North American accent I couldn’t quite place. “I noticed your man here earlier and then saw your lovely necklace and just had to come introduce myself.”

Shit, our secret was out, she clearly understood what we had going on here. I looked across at my wife, who was also at a loss as to how to respond as she fingered to key to my cage hanging around her neck, she was fine winding me up of course, but didn’t expect to get called out by a stranger.

Before either of us could say anything, she continued, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s always great to meet like-minded people. ” With that, she fell into a mass of gold chains she had strung around her neck and held out one chain with a similar key hanging from it.

She continued, “Yep, that’s right. Hubby over there is also under lock and key,” as she pointed to a guy lying out on a bed wearing a baseball cap and, I noticed, reasonable boxer-style trunks.

I looked this woman over. She had short blonde hair, a mass of chains around her neck, and far too much makeup for the beach, I thought. She also wore some bizarre woollen knitted poncho thing with tassels hanging from it. As she leant over me, I smelt her perfume; she must have sprayed herself all over with lavender. All too much, I said to myself as I looked down and noticed she even had heels on.

“Like what you see, cowboy?” she laughed, seemingly noticing me for the first time. “Why don’t you run along, and me and your missus here will have a little chat.”

I looked at my wife. “Yes, you should go for a walk,” she nervously muttered. I’ll see you in about 10 minutes. ”

There was no way I was walking anywhere dressed as I was. I went back into the sea and sat down half-submerged, thinking about this latest turn of events. It was all very well fooling around in the privacy of your own home or room, but being shamed in public like this was too much. I hope my wife will agree. And just what did this woman actually want from us?

I decided I’d left it long enough and started to return to the bed. Halfway there, I noticed my wife and all our belongings had totally gone. I looked around and noticed the American woman beckoning me over. Having no other option, I walked up to her.

“Hi again. I didn’t introduce myself properly earlier. I’m Denise, and this is my husband Bill.” I shook Bill’s hand and gave my name. “Oh yes, I know your name and all about you,” she smiled.

“Nice trunks,” laughed Bill.

“Hush now, honey. Don’t go embarrassing the poor boy further,” she said, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“Do you happen to know where my wife went?” I asked, wanting to end the conversation.

“Yes, she wants you to meet her back at the room suite,” Denise replied.

I thanked her and left. As I walked away, she shouted after me, “Hope to see you real soon, sweetheart!”

I carried on with this ambiguous remark running around in my head and tried to ignore the funny looks and giggles I got as I made my way back to the room.

As I arrived, I found the door slightly ajar, walked in to find my wife rummaging around in our case.

I started to try to talk to her about Denise. “No time now, trunks off, quick, quick,” she ordered.

“Look, Honey, we really need…” I started.

“Quiet!” she shouted, holding her fingers to my lips. I complied, and she led me to a dining chair she had placed in the middle of the tiled floor. Swiftly and without any explanation, she tied my hands to the back of the chair using cable ties (something else she must have hidden in our case). My ankles were then secured to the chair legs in the same way, leaving me completely helpless.

I looked at her questioningly, something she didn’t seem to like, and she pulled a blindfold out of somewhere and placed me into total blackness.

Finally, she knelt at my feet, and I felt her fumbling around with my cage. She slipped it off my penis and carefully extracted the ring from around my testicles. With that the teasing started, gently rubbing my enlarging cock, flicking her tongue in my ears and lightly twisting my nipples.

I was really getting into it when she suddenly stopped. She whispered in my ear, “Be sure to enjoy yourself whilst I’m gone,” and with that, I heard the sound of her sandals slapping across the floor, the door banging shut, and her footsteps receding outside.

I was left alone, helpless and blindfolded, yet almost straight away I heard her returning and the door opening, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Silly me!” she exclaimed, “I forgot to put the ‘do not disturb’ sign outside. We wouldn’t want the maid coming in and finding you like this, would we?” Without waiting for an answer, she left again.

I felt very uneasy. Sitting here alone in darkness, what was she doing? It could only be something to do with the two Americans. My thoughts then started to run wild. Was she meeting them? And if so, for what reason? I started thinking about all sorts of extreme possibilities.

I was brought out of my imaginings by the sound of heels slowly yet deliberately walking along the outside corridor. They stopped outside the door, and I heard it open with a creak. It was gently pushed to, and I heard the heels click nearer and start to circle me.

I was very nervous but decided to keep quiet, helpless as I was. Whoever it was slowly circled me twice, clearly taking in my situation. They stood behind me, and I got the definite smell of lavender! Shit! I started to panic and struggle, which was pointless, of course. I felt someone lean over me and felt chains drop onto my chest as someone nibbled my ear, holding my head in place when I tried to pull away.

They then moved and sat astride me, facing me. I felt the woollen poncho rub against my chest, and decided enough was enough!

“Listen, Denise. I’m not sure what you and my wife have set up here, but I’ve definitely not agreed to this.” A hand was firmly placed over my mouth, but I shook free and continued. “No, this is not going to happen. It’s non-consensual. I don’t agree to it.”

Denise climbed off me, and I thought I’d made my point. I’d never fooled around with any other woman in all our years of marriage, and wasn’t going to start now.

Then I felt a hand start to lightly rub my cock and realised it was standing proud and erect. I tried to explain it away but was less than convincing when I felt something being shoved into my mouth, her panties! she was fucking trying to shove her panties into my mouth! I started pushing them back out with my tongue when I felt massive pain in my balls. She was digging her fingernails into me; it was agony! Whilst doing this with one hand, she started pushing the panties back, deeper into my mouth, when I tried to expel them again, she dug harder into my balls, and I understood.

Slowly and carefully, using one finger, she pushed her underwear into my mouth, ensuring every last piece of fabric was inside. Then and only then did she slightly release her grip on my testicles. She held one finger against the underwear in my mouth, and I nodded, meaning they would stay there. I was beaten.

I sensed her kneeling in front of me, and she started licking up and down my shaft, taking her time, knowing there was nothing I could do. After teasing for a while she spat on my cock and then I felt her lips wrap around it and she started bobbing up and down, the sound of her chains banging against the chair seat as she worked her magic would have been amusing ad it not been for my predicament.

It had been a long time since my wife had gone down on me, perhaps considering it not now part of our dynamic, so this felt wonderful, I think I’d forgotten the joy of getting head and Denise certainly knew what to do, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow.

I was getting close to the point of no return, and she sensed it, slowed down, and eventually came to a stop. My dick slipped out of her mouth with a slap and I was left denied once more.

She stood up, and I heard her casually stroll towards the kitchen area. I heard the fridge door open, and it sounded like she was having a drink or taking a rest. I knew she wasn’t finished with me yet.

After a while, she strolled back, the sound of those heels on the marble floor actually now a little frightening, I felt a cold gel being squeezed onto my genitals. Then she started working me with her hand, she’d used lube, which was a new sensation to me, and was gently yet insistently stroking me, using strange twisting motions I’d never experienced before. Once again, she showed her expertise, bringing me close to the edge, then slowing down until I’d regained some composure. Every so often, she would stop and insert a nail a little way into my urethra until I squealed through my gag.

Eventually, she’d decided that was that and started pumping me faster and faster. I knew I was close, I started shaking my head and trying to struggle, she grabbed my balls in one hand whilst pumping away with the other. There was no point resisting. I was her pawn.

I hadn’t been allowed release for almost a week, and it showed when I came. I spurted copious amounts of semen again and again and again, grunting in pleasure as I released my seed. I lay there gasping, totally spent, and felt her wiping her hands on my chest, rubbing my slimy discharge over me.

As I lay there panting as best I could, I felt her slowly pull her knickers out of my mouth; she leant on my shoulder with one arm and pulled them up her legs. She grabbed my chin, placed a gentle kiss on my lips, and strolled out of the room, the sound of her heels receding as she left me alone once more.

As I started to calm down, I began to understand what had just happened fully, and a wave of despair washed over me. This changed everything. I’d always been faithful and was pretty sure my wife had as well. Yet now, against my will, I had tasted forbidden fruit, and as I sat there trapped on that chair, I also began to wonder where the hell my wife had been all this time. I thought it was pretty likely she’d been doing something similar with Bill.

By the time I heard the front door opening and her sandals slapping across the tiled floor, I was livid, and as soon as the blindfold came off started shouting and yelling at her. “What the hell were you thinking? How could you subject me to that?”

She was clearly concerned and tried to calm me down, but I wouldn’t listen. “Cut me free now, I’ve had enough of this. I was sobbing by this point, angry, ashamed, and in tears all at once.

She grabbed me by the chin, held it tight, looked me in the eye, and very slowly said, “Calm down and listen!”

I still wouldn’t hear her and started ranting about her being unfaithful and forcing me into an impossible situation. She held out her phone and showed me a video playing on it. It showed someone walking up to our front door and entering our room, there I was tied to the chair naked and blindfolded! the fucking yank had recorded the action! I started raging again and received a hard slap to my face, then another. I calmed a little and was told to watch the video.

By this time, Denise had placed her phone on the TV cabinet and positioned it directly on the action. I saw her start to circle me and then noticed the big reveal. It was my wife strolling around, not Denise! She was wearing her poncho, her collection of necklaces, her heels, and pinned her long hair high on her head to help carry off the deception. No doubt she’d also dabbed a generous amount of Denise’s perfume over herself. I’d been well and truly fooled.

My wife sat on the floor next to me and gently asked, “Did you think I would ever let another woman play with my property?” she asked as we watched the recent events unfold on the phone screen.

“I’m sorry, I should have trusted you,” I weakly replied.

“Perhaps,” she answered, but it was nice to hear you being so possessive over me.”

“I thought you’d be doing the same with that Bill,” I muttered.

“Well, initially she did suggest we swap partners, but once I was very clear that wasn’t happening, we came up with plan B. I think he’s been getting the same treatment from Denise; she borrowed my sandals and perfume, although I’m not sure what she did about my hair. We swapped everything back poolside, and I came back to see if you’d fallen for it.”

Things were beginning to heat up on the video, “I thought this bit worked well,” she stated, nodding to the part when she was licking my cock and I could see she had purposely lifted and then dropped the necklaces hard on the chair seat to make a noise.

“Yes, very clever,” I said, “I can see just how pleased you are with yourself.”

“Yes, aren’t I!” she purred and with that started to gently massage my penis, which I noticed was already beginning to swell again. “And look, the lube! That was a good touch, wasn’t it?”

We continued to watch the rest of the video in silence, and there was no doubt we were both becoming aroused, my breathing becoming heavier as she continued to manipulate my growing member. When it had finished, I said, “Cut me free, will you?”.

“No chance,” she gasped. “Time for wifey to have some fun!” With that, she stood up and started to gyrate around me, stripping her few clothes off at the same time. Finally, she was just standing there in her bikini bottoms, eyeing me up and down. She spun around, facing away from me, placed her hands on my knees and lowered her body onto mine, pressing my cock between my belly and her arse cheeks.

She squirmed on top of me for a while, driving me wild with lust and revelling in my helplessness. Eventually, she stood up and pulled her panties all the way down, making sure she bent right over and gave me a fantastic view. She backed up, leant between her legs and grabbed my cock, carefully placing the tip at the entrance of her labia.

She started moving herself in circular motions, then figures of eight, my cock following her gyrations, I was desperate for more but was unable to thrust any deeper into her, tied as I was.

“How does that feel?” she asked knowingly.

I could only ask for “more!” like some ridiculous Dickensian character.

“No, this is nice,” she teased, continuing to twist and gyrate with the tip of my cock just inside her; this was torture!

Suddenly, without any warning, she dropped onto me and my cock slid deep within her. It felt glorious, it seemed so long since I’d been inside her. She didn’t start working up and down, but continued to twist and rock. I noticed a hand disappear and although I couldn’t see from my vantage point, I was sure she was playing with her clit as she moved on top of me.

After a short while, she did start pumping me, sliding up and down, getting quicker and quicker. This was fantastic, I thought twice in one day! As I approached my climax, she seemed lost in her pleasure, yet just before I got there, she jumped off me. There was a loud slap as my engorged member fell back against my belly.

“I’m not finished yet, so you don’t come until I’m ready,” she panted lustfully.

She mounted me again, this time facing me, wrapped her legs around the back of the chair, and grabbed onto the top of the chair back with her hands. Pausing to give me a deep, long wet kiss she pushed my cock inside her.

I opened my legs as wide as my bonds allowed to try and feel her deeper within me as she started rocking back and forth. Positioned as we were, it felt like I was only half inside her, so to compensate for this she was ensuring the head of my penis was moving up and down and constantly rubbing against her g-spot.

This was sending us both to new heights, and as we continued rocking our exertions were so strong the impetus sent the chair sliding across the floor and tipping onto two legs as our thrusts continued. We carried on oblivious, shouting and groaning in ecstasy, our sweaty bodies clamped against each other, pushing and grunting in unison, the chair sliding back and forth with each thrust, until simultaneously, we reached our ‘event horizon’ and cried out, lost in utter abandonment.

We lay, panting heavily, her head leant against my chest, as we allowed our heartbeats to normalise. “Can you cut me free now!” I asked.

“Yes, soon,” she replied and slowly dismounted me. She strolled into the bathroom, shut the door, and I sat there covered in both our juices, awaiting her pleasure.

She returned eventually, carrying a small bowl and a hand towel, and started gently cleaning my now tender genitals. When she was satisfied, she retrieved my chastity cage, massaged moisturiser onto my cock and balls and relocked me, adding a gentle kiss on my cage as she finished.

“Your little soldier has had quite a day,” she started, “but let’s not forget who’s in charge, shall we?” she added as she led me to our bed.

We lay there for a long while, fully satisfied, our bodies closely entwined as we dozed on and off.

As the day neared its end and the sun started to set, we roused ourselves, took a long shower together, and headed off to a tapas bar we had noticed the previous evening.

The meal passed in relative silence, both of us chilled and content with the day’s events. As we strolled back to the hotel, holding hands, my wife casually warned me, “Don’t let me regret allowing you to come today, I know you kind of lose some of that submissive nature once you’ve been satisfied, and it can take a while for it to build up again.”

She was right, of course, once I, or any other man for that matter, ejaculates, we naturally relax and slack off somewhat, losing a certain amount of interest in our partner.

“Don’t forget, underneath my trousers I’m still caged and wearing skimpy women’s panties,” I reminded her, “There’s little chance of me forgetting who’s in charge.”

We arrived back at the hotel and were lucky enough to bag the last available table at the outdoor events area. Apparently, some form of traditional cabaret was due to be performed. The likelihood was it would be pretty dire, as these things generally are. But what the hell! We were on holiday with nothing better to do. I grabbed us a couple of cocktails, and we waited for the show to start.

Suddenly, my wife spotted our two American pals, waved at them, and said to me, “You wait here and save the table. I’m going to have another chat with Denise.” With that, she grabbed her drink and trotted over to them.

I sat alone in silence, enduring the terrible ‘authentic’ dance show, while my wife chatted excitedly with her newfound buddies, at times pointing towards me and laughing. I expected her to return soon, but she seemed content at their table. I saw Bill go to the bar and buy another set of drinks for them; they seemed to be settled in for the night.

I’d long since finished my drink and couldn’t leave the table, as it would have been snapped up immediately. Instead, I called my wife’s mobile. She heard it ringing, took it from her purse, looked at the caller ID, and placed it back, unanswered.

What the hell! She deliberately ignored me, enjoying the company of this couple instead. I tried calling again, but this time, she simply let her phone ring out and tripped onto the answerphone. I sat there alone, forlorn, wondering what she might be discussing.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice her return to my side a while later. “It’s been a long day, let’s head home,” she said.

“I could do with another drink,” I tried.

“No, let’s go! She answered and walked away in the direction of our apartment.

Unhappily, I ran and caught up with her. She was smiling dreamily as she strolled along, swinging her purse at her side. I tried talking to her about what had just happened and what she’d discussed with the Americans, but I was told to be quiet and enjoy the beautiful evening.

Upon entering our apartment, she stood by my side and waited whilst I stripped once more, emphasising her dominance over me in our current dynamic.

“Look, honey. I thought you were out or ordered, leaving me like that tonight,” I started.

She quickly interrupted me. “I knew you’d start playing up now you’ve spent today.” I was shocked; she’d never used such a word before. She continued, “Straight away, you’re out of your sub-mind-set and bugging me.”

“I’m just saying..” I foolishly tried again.

“Be quiet whilst I’m talking! She demanded, “Do you want to fetch me my hairbrush? ….Well, do you!”

“No, please don’t, I’m really sorry,” I pleaded, “What can I do to make it up to you?” I knew I was beat and putty in her hands.

“That’s better,” she said, “on your knees and follow me,” and she sauntered over to the sofa and sat down.

I dropped down onto all fours, crawled over to her, and waited for instructions.

She was quiet so I jumped in with, “can I lick your pussy please? Let me make it up to you.” I heard how feeble this sounded.

But she had other ideas: “No, sir! You haven’t earned that privilege tonight. We need to reset you, make you more docile, more compliant. Take off my socks and shoes!”

So, I unlaced her white trainers and pulled off her little white bobby socks. This revealed her beautiful yet somewhat sweaty feet. It had been a hot night, and she’d been wearing them with a short summer dress for a fair few hours now.

“Now, they’re a little pungent, so they need a really good wash, get started!”

Fuck! She was going to make me lick her feet clean. I looked up at her, wondering if I dared challenge her.

She easily had my measure. “Hmmm, it looks like someone wants to wear their cage through security when we fly home.”

I started with her big toe, licking and sucking it, then moved onto the rest of them.

“Make sure to get into the gaps between them fully,” she ordered. I looked up at her, and the flash of a photo taken from her phone momentarily blinded me.

“One for the scrapbook,” she giggled.

For the next five minutes, I thoroughly washed her right foot, including the toes, sole, heel, and so on. Everything up to her ankle was thoroughly licked clean. I then leant over and attempted to start on her left foot.

“No, no! Go round again. I want to make sure you’ve not missed a bit,” she ordered.

So, I found myself licking and slurping away again. At one point, she pushed her big toe into my mouth, then started circling it around and around, slowly feeding more of her toes and foot into my mouth until the whole of the front of her foot was in. She then wrapped her left foot around the back of my head and started thrusting her foot in and out of my mouth. She was orally fucking me! As this continued, she looked straight into my eyes, searching for any signs of disobedience.

But there was none, by forcing me into such a debauched act, she had returned me to that submissive sub-space I had been lost in until earlier that day, and she knew it, smiling triumphantly as I gagged on her toes.

Once she had finished degrading me this way, I was ordered, “Now dry them!”. I looked into her eyes once more and understood her meaning. I started blowing onto her foot and toes, carefully parting each digit and breathing deeply into the crevice until she was satisfied.

Still, my ordeal wasn’t over, and I was given the same smelly task on her other foot, going through the same cleaning regimen and having her toes thrust deep into my mouth. More photos were taken of my humiliation, and again, I had to blow-dry her foot.

Finally, she was satisfied and announced, “It’s the right time for bed; we need to sleep.” Then, as she strolled towards the bathroom, she added, ” You in particular, we’ve got a big day planned tomorrow!”

What was this about? I certainly hadn’t planned anything with her. The ‘we’ she was talking about must have been that other damn couple. This was getting heavy!

*****

I was shaken awake the next morning by my wife, “Sit up behind me,” she ordered. I did as she ordered, knowing full well what was to come; it was one of her favourite ways to come, and actually one of my favourite ways to bring her to orgasm.

She sat up, leaning back against my chest, spread her legs, and relaxed. I knew what was expected of me and nuzzled into her neck, breathing heavily, kissing and lightly biting here and there. I stretched my arms around her body and started lightly tweaking and pulling her erect nipples, bringing short gasps of pleasure from her. I continued like this for a while, stroking her warm, sensuous body with one hand whilst playing with her breasts with the other. I sensed she wanted more and slowly moved a hand further down her torso. Instead of touching her most intimate part, I lightly scratched her inner thigh with my fingernails, bringing a cry of frustration from her lips.

“Enough teasing,” she ordered breathlessly, “get to it!” She was already close and started groaning as I slowly circled her clit with my finger, first one way then another, rubbing so gently as she quivered and shook in front of me.

I adored watching her this way, all decorum well and truly forgotten as she travelled towards her climax, lost in her pleasure.

She’d waited long enough, grabbed my finger and started rubbing it hard over her clit herself, she let go as she lost control and I continued on my own, I felt her body tense, her back arch and her behind press hard against my cage, causing me actual pain as she shouted out, “yesssss!”

She relaxed and lay there panting, coming back down to earth. My cock was pressed tight against the confines of its cage, excited as always by my wife’s orgasm. I knew there would be nothing for me that morning, who knew perhaps after my double ejaculation yesterday, there might be nothing for the rest of the holiday, it was entirely her choice. This thought only excited me more.

We must have dozed off in that position, and a cry of alarm awoke me: “Christ! We’re going to be late. Quick, get moving!” She shouted and started rushing around, still naked, stuffing various items into bags. She ignored my questions about her plans, and instead, I was allowed to dress in normal shorts, thankfully. However, still the obligatory panties, and sent to the local mini-mart to get some provisions for a picnic we were apparently having.

Once ready, we left the apartment and rushed through the hotel gardens, with me carrying everything, of course. I wasn’t particularly surprised when we saw Denise and Bill waiting for us in the hotel lobby. The ladies led us down the street arm in arm, chatting merrily while Bill and I followed in their wake.

We didn’t have far to go and stopped at a bus stop. I tried again to ask my wife where we were going, but just received a “you’ll see” and a harsh stare warning me to behave.

The bus soon arrived, and the ladies sat together, leaving Bill and me to find our seats. Bill didn’t seem to have much to say, but I tried questioning him about what was happening. He just suggested that I relax and go along with whatever was planned, adding that neither of us really had a choice anyway.

He was right, of course, and I sat back and mused about my wife’s recent, newfound dominant streak. I had to admit I was absolutely loving it; she seemed to know exactly what buttons to push and exactly how far to push them. Whatever she had in mind for the day, I trusted her judgement, little realising things were about to take a very strange turn.

It was a very short ride, and we hopped off in front of a deserted beach. At that moment, my stomach started doing somersaults as I read the large sign in front of us. ‘Playa Nudista!’ Shit! I saw a smirk of satisfaction cross her face as I realised my predicament.

“Hey, look, I’m not sure about this…” I tried, but to no avail.

“Don’t be such a wimp,” my wife replied, adding, “It should be fun”.

I tried with Denise instead, “Denise, do you think we’ll be alright wearing our cages here? I mean it might not really be appropriate on a nudist beach.”

“Well, sweetheart,” she answered, “To be brutally honest, we don’t really know. None of us has ever done this before. We’re just going to try it and see what happens. Come along.” With that, the ladies strolled onto the beach. I looked over to Bill. He shrugged his shoulders and followed them, and after a few seconds, I did the same.

I caught the three of them as they picked a spot they liked. I looked around. It was nearly deserted, and the few people already there were some distance away. Perhaps we could get away with this after all, I thought.

Without further ado, everyone started stripping, and having no other option, I followed suit, only to hear a wild shriek from Denise.

“Oh, what darling panties!” she cried, looking at my underwear. ” Aren’t they just lovely?”

I must have turned bright red and didn’t know where to look.

“Well, where are your manners?” my wife chirped in.

“Thank you,” I mumbled in answer.

“He picked and bought them himself, you know,” my wife continued, shaming me further. “Well, off they come,” she added.

I noticed I was the only one left wearing anything, pulled off my t-shirt, and then pulled my panties down. Worse was coming.

“Oh dear!” said Denise. That seems a little disappointing.” She bent forward and grabbed my cage, examining its contents. “Oh dear, oh dear, that really is a tiddler, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” my wife defended me, “It satisfies me generally…Jesus Christ!” I spun around to see what had shocked her and saw her staring at Bill’s caged penis, even locked in its metal cage I could see it was massive and felt even more inadequate.

“Ah, I see you’ve noticed the monster,” giggled Denise.

My wife continued to shame me, “Bloody Hell, Denise, perhaps I should have taken you up on that offer!”

“Well, to be honest, I’m not sure the offer still stands,” Denise replied. Both ladies started laughing so much that they had to hold onto each other for balance.

I stood there looking at these two naked beauties laughing and looked down at my cock, the fucking thing was straining in its cage, the humiliation was really turning me on, it was one of my stranger kinks, I knew and wasn’t surprised when my wife confirmed later this had been pre-planned with Denise.

I was broken from my thoughts by Denise saying, “lotion time!”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or not, and whether I would be expected to lather another woman’s naked body. A part of me definitely wanted to. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and my wife was holding a high-factor tube of lotion out towards me upside down. I held both my hands out, and she squeezed the tube.

I smothered my beautiful wife in the lotion, ensuring I missed nothing, getting more turned on by the moment. Bill was doing similar with Denise, but I couldn’t get a good look at her body from my position.

“Okay, you can do each other,” shouted Denise. Both ladies lay down and left us to it. Bill and I shared a glance and decided to sort ourselves out.

Unfortunately, we weren’t going to get things completely our way, as my wife calmly stated, “You can’t reach your backs, so we will have to do each other.” Denise looked up, lifted her sunglasses, and both ladies watched us to ensure we complied.

I’m sure Bill was just as uncomfortable as I was, having to rub cream into each other’s backs, and we did it as quickly and manly as we could.

Eventually, we settled down and relaxed on the beach. A few more people had arrived, yet everyone seemed to want their own space, and nobody seemed to notice two men wearing chastity cages.

Wearing shades, I was managing to sneak a look at Denise’s naked body, a little thinner and smaller than my wife, with larger tits which I thought must have had some surgical enhancement as they ‘sat up and begged’ even whilst she was lying flat on her back. Her skin was a leathery brown due to too much false tan, and this clashed with her dyed blonde hair. Her most intriguing feature to me was her pussy, shaved completely bald with two fat lips, I had to admit it would be wonderful if I were to be able to taste her.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart? ” Shit! It was Denise. She must have noticed my ogling her! I guiltily looked over to my wife, who was clearly not happy. She mouthed to me, ‘Just you wait,’ and I knew I had an appointment with a hairbrush later.

Denise continued, “Okay, Bill, it’s time you two boys went for a little walk! Off you trot!”

With that, Bill stood up and offered his hand to me. I automatically took it, and he pulled me up and started walking away. He was still holding my hand, so I was dragged along behind him.

I continued to try to break free of Bill’s grip, but he was a big man in more than one way; he had at least 4 inches in height and about 40 pounds in weight over me, so it wasn’t easy. Suddenly, he spun round to face me and grabbed me by the throat.

“Now listen to me, I fucked up with my wife yesterday,” he snarled, “she was teasing me, pretending to be your missus and I came without her permission, I actually came over her fucking face! And boy! Am I in trouble, I’ve been given a list of penances to do, the first of which is to walk hand in hand with you to the end of this fucking beach and back, so either you act like a good boy or I’ll take you over my knee her and spank you until you agree! capeesh?”

There was little I could do but nod, and we started our walk of shame along the seashore hand in hand.

“Sorry about that,” Bill muttered, but she was watching, and she could really be inventive with her punishments. I accepted his apology and suggested we might soon be out of sight of the ladies and could stop holding hands.

“No chance,” he replied. She brought some goddam binoculars with her, and I just can’t take the chance. By the way, if anyone asks, we have to explain our cages to them fully.”

Christ! This was getting hairy, and the beach was filling up with nudists as the morning neared its end.

Worse was to come. I noticed two beautiful young girls walking directly along the beach towards us. We would soon meet and pass each other. They approached, and they were absolutely stunning. They had long, dark hair, tanned bodies, and large, firm breasts swinging as they walked.

All seemed okay until about ten feet away, one of them gasped and pointed at our cages. Unable to hide their amazement, they stopped walking and brazenly stared.

“Bonjour, ladies,” Bill casually said as he strolled past, not even realising he was using the wrong language.

We continued walking, and I thought we’d left them behind when we heard a female voice behind us say, “Pardon?”

We turned around, and both girls were there, looking us up and down. The taller one stepped forward and, in broken English, asked, ” What are zees?”

Bill sighed and started to try to explain using a mixture of sign language and small words. “Our wives, wives yes, they control penis yes, they have key and let us out when they want.” He mimed a key going into my lock, and the girls seemed to understand. They came closer, knelt, and examined our prisons, gabbling to themselves. I definitely heard the word ‘Grande’ in relation to Bill.

One girl asked, “Where wives?” and we pointed back to the ladies. We could just make out Denise waving to us, clearly having watched this interchange through her binoculars.

“Ahh, we go see them, talk, bye-bye, ” they said, strolling away, glancing back at us and laughing.

I breathed a sigh of relief and we continued our walk, still holding hands. “Your turn next! “warned Bill. He was right, I hadn’t said anything during the entire episode.

This area of the beach was more populated, and we were getting noticed more, some people pointing and laughing. Bill suddenly stopped and gripped my hand tighter. “Time to turn around,” he said and nodded forward. He was right. We were about to walk into an area of people actually wearing swimwear. We’d reached the end of the nudist beach. ‘Lucky sods,’ I thought.

Of course, we now had to run the gauntlet and pass the people who’d already seen our bizarre homo-erotic show. The beach was now fairly crowded, at least for a nudist beach, I supposed. I simply stared into the distance and tried to ignore any laughter as we retraced our steps.

As we neared our spot on the beach, we noticed two young men approaching the ladies and happily chatting with them. ” Best leave them to it,” said Bill.

“Are you sure?” I replied, “Perhaps they don’t want them there, naked as they are.”

“I’m not taking any chances,” he replied and ambled off to swim, letting go of my hand for the first time.” I looked at our wives, who didn’t seem at all uncomfortable, and decided to follow him. After a while, we just sat on the seashore, letting the swell wash over us.

“Your wife hasn’t taken a lover yet, has she?” he asked casually.

“No, we’re not into that at all,” I replied sharply.

“Hmm, it’s not really your choice anymore, though, is it?” he asked, and then, before I could reply, he said, “Ah, I see the ladies are alone again. Let’s go back.” He stood up and strolled over to them.

“Hi boys, did you have a nice walk?” my wife asked, but before either of us could answer, Denise snapped.

“Not holding hands, I see!”

I saw Bill’s face drop; he’d forgotten for the last few seconds. He tried to explain himself and the reason for the swim, but Denise didn’t seem interested, interrupting him by saying, “I reckon it’s time for our feast.”

So, as the afternoon passed, we enjoyed our food—our bread, pate, tomatoes, and wine—seemingly ignoring the fact that we were all naked and two of us were locked in chastity. The wine chilled me, and I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

It was soon time to go, and we started getting dressed, which was when Denise decided there was still time for some more humiliation.

“Sweetheart, I just love those panties of yours; do you mind if we swap?”

I didn’t know what to say and stammered, “I…I….I… Um.”

My wife chipped in, “Oh, what a lovely idea, go on, honey, give Denise your panties.” Only adding to my shame.

I handed them over, and she pulled them up her legs and admired them in front of us all. Everyone continued getting dressed except for me, as I was still waiting for Denise to hand over her knickers.

When they were all decent, Denise rummaged in her bag and pulled out a pair of white, lacy panties with ruffles and rhinestones dotted all over them. She held them out for me to take, and my wife nudged me.

“Thank you, Denise. They’re lovely,” I mumbled, totally embarrassed, and the other three all giggled as I pulled them up.

Still, my humiliation wasn’t over. “Hey, I’ve got a great idea, Miguel! Miguel! Here a minute, would you?”

A head popped up from the beach and one of the men who’d been chatting to the ladies earlier jogged up, he was tall, tanned and athletic with long dark hair and a large dick swinging between his legs.

“Would you take a photo of us to remember the day?” asked Denise, handing over her phone

“Si,” Miguel answered, then noticed my underwear and caged penis, he turned around and shouted something over to where he had come from and another big-dicked naked guy bounded over to join in my humiliation. I looked to my wife for some help, but it was evident there would be none coming, and I would have to accept what was happening.

So, we lined up to have our photo taken, three of us fully dressed and me wearing skimpy ladies panties over my caged and apparently tiny cock.

Miguel pointed at me. “You, smile!” he ordered, and I did as told. I was dying a little further inside!

“I want one as well,” my wife shouted, handed her phone over, and we went through the same embarrassing process again, this time with the three of them pointing at my groin and posing, pretending to be shocked.

Finally, I was allowed to get dressed, and while doing so, I noticed the two men talking separately to our respective partners, and Bill’s comment while we sat in the sea came back to me.

The journey back to the hotel was uneventful, and we said our goodbyes in the hotel lobby.

“It was lovely meeting you both,” said Denise, kissing me on the cheek and planting a long, lingering kiss directly on my wife’s lips, clearly surprising her. She continued, “As you know, we’ve got a busy night ahead of us and then an early flight tomorrow, so it’s goodbye for now.”

“Yes, and remember to keep in touch,” my wife replied.

“Oh, I definitely will,” said Denise. Now remember everything I’ve taught you, and don’t forget to email me whenever you need any advice.” With that, they were gone, and we were alone once more.

We returned to the room. I stripped on arrival, of course, and we showered together, washing the day’s grime and sweat away. “Hmm, no clean towels today,” my wife noted. I’ll have a word with reception later. Now, let’s sort out your roaming eyes, shall we?”

Oh no! I’d forgotten about that, clearly, she hadn’t! “Go fetch my hairbrush from the bedroom,” she ordered.

When I returned, I noticed she’d also grabbed a wooden spatula from the kitchen and was sitting on the sofa. I bent over her lap, she grabbed my right hand and bent it high behind my back, locking the fingers of her left hand through mine and pushing my head into the sofa cushion, then lifted her right leg and pressed it down over the back of my thighs. I was well and truly pinned.

My punishment started, first she tried the wooden spatula, it made very loud slapping sounds as it connected with my buttocks but she didn’t seem happy with it and soon changed to the hairbrush, clearly preferring it, I presumed it probably was easier to hold and certainly gave more power to the whacks, which were bringing tears of pain to my eyes and tears of frustration to my caged cock.

I heard a gasp in front of me and a pile of towels fell to the floor, Shit! It was the maid! And I struggled to get free to cover myself. My wife was not having it and pulled my arm higher up my back. “Calm down!” she ordered and spoke to the maid. “Towels? Yes, please, in the bathroom if you will.”

The towels were quickly scooped off the floor, and I saw the pretty face of a youngish woman with black hair in a pageboy style. She quickly dashed off into the bathroom. “Honey, please, you can’t…” I started.

“Not…. Another… Word…!” was my only answer as my hand was once again pulled up, and I let out a shriek as the spanking recommenced.

I noticed a pair of feet standing in front of us; the maid was now watching my punishment. My wife noticed as well, “come closer dear, have a good look,” and she did, nervously shuffling forward as my wife continued using the hairbrush. “This is how you punish a husband who’s been naughty,” she continued, and both of them thought this was very funny.

I guessed my wife was feeling emboldened due to the fact my cock was once more growing as much as possible and pressing against her left thigh. She took it even further than I thought she would when she asked the maid, “Would you like to try?” Shit! It shouldn’t be, but what a fucking turn on!

The maid quickly picked up the spatula and started panning one buttock whilst my wife paddled the other, talking the young lady through the process, “a little harder”, “over the entire area, like this,” and, “now the top of the thighs, here.” Eventually, they decided to hit me in unison, with my wife practising her Spanish, “Uno, dos, tres….” and so on. I was absolutely loving this. Still, my backside was really hurting now, and I was happy to receive a final slap on ‘diez’.

My heart jumped when I heard the maid ask, “Again? ” Fortunately, my wife knew my limits and said I’d had enough for today. The young lady thanked my wife and bent forward to look me in the eye, and I got a lovely smile and a ‘gracias’ as well. She then collected the dirty towels and left.

“Well,” my wife exclaimed, “perhaps that will finally teach me to remember that ‘do not disturb’ sign. How was that for you?” I told her I thought it was incredible. Yes, I thought you might like it. It’s not really a punishment, was it? I’ll have to think of something else. Now, could you grab me a drink and come and join me on the balcony?

We sat on the balcony, again with me using a towel to hide my modesty, and it was clear she had things on her mind. “So, we need to talk about our current situation and what we are going to do moving forward.”

This was what I was dreading: had Denise persuaded her to cuckold me? I tried to get my objections in first, “Please Love, I don’t want you to take a lover, I don’t think I could handle it, I love being submissive to you, but really don’t want…”

She cut me off, “What the hell are you talking about? Why do you think I’m planning to do that?” I started explaining about Bill’s comments and her talking to the guy on the beach.

“Now listen,” she started, “What Bill and Denise do is entirely their own business. I can make my own choices, thank you. And yes, Paulo was hitting on me, which I thought was really hot given our age difference, but I am not the slightest bit interested in any other man. I could never open up to anyone else the way I do with you. What we have is so special, and I will never, ever risk it.”

I nearly burst into tears, but managed to hold back, and we fell into each other’s arms and held each other like that for an age. Then she whispered in my ear, “mind you, I was tempted when I saw Bills cock, it was bloody massive!” That broke the moment, and we burst into howls of laughter.

After we calmed down, we returned to her planned topic. She explained that she loved being dominant and enjoyed the games we were playing on this holiday, and how this had awoken a new side of her sexuality previously hidden. Yet, went on to describe how it was a exhausting having to think up new ideas, explaining it was Denise’s idea to poke fun at my cock size and swap panties with me.

She told me that on our return to the UK, we’d be returning to a ‘vanilla’ lifestyle for a while, and I was not to pester her for more; she would decide when she was ready. Although a little disappointed, I understood her reasoning and agreed this was probably a good idea.

We continued by discussing the dynamic between dominant and submissive and how I was the one getting the pleasure of experiencing all my kinks and fetishes, and about how she had sexual fantasies of her own, she wanted to explore with me.

However, she was reticent when I asked her to describe these kinks, instead suggesting that I should know her well enough by now to think about what excited her most and see what I could come up with over the next day or so. She was clearly throwing me a challenge I shouldn’t fail.

After a while, we got ready to go out for dinner, and for a change, I was allowed to dress in advance. As we strolled through the hotel gardens, we spotted Bill walking around aimlessly. My wife quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me away in the opposite direction.

“Wow! That could have been rather awkward,” she exclaimed, and when I asked why, she went on to explain. Denise is seeing Miguel tonight. She was hoping he would let Bill watch them, but it looks like he’s not up for that, and poor Bill has been sent away.”

“You mean…?” I asked.

“Yes, she’s screwing the guy in their room as we speak and Bill and his big dick aren’t wanted.”

“Christ!” I whispered, “You read about these things but don’t really think they actually go on.”

“Well, they do, and they’re happening right now, ” she replied as she led me the long way around the hotel grounds to the exit. And you’d better continue to behave if you don’t want something similar to happen,” she teased.

We got a spot in a beautiful restaurant looking out onto the ocean, I was squirming in embarrassment again when, before we sat down my wife asked the waiter for a cushion, explaining to him, “he’s got a rather sore bottom!” and one his return with the said cushion saying to me in a loud voice, “perhaps you won’t be such a naughty boy next time!” She was loving this, revelling in my humiliation.

Things calmed down, and we ate paella and drank sangria in a beautiful setting. We chatted randomly about nothing in particular, a perfect end to the day, I thought, but my wife had other ideas.

We left the restaurant and walked along the seafront out of the resort instead of back towards our hotel. Soon, we found ourselves walking along a deserted, barren pathway. Stopping in an area of rolling dunes, my wife pulled me towards them.

She explained, ” I saw these on the bus journey home and thought they might serve my purpose.”

“And what purpose is that?” I asked.

“Well, that is on a need-to-know basis,” she furtively answered.

Once hidden amongst the dunes, I was pushed onto my back and had my clothes virtually ripped from my body and thrown all over the area. My wife leant over me and unlocked my cage, again throwing it onto the beach. I was beginning to like the way this was going when she fished around in her handbag and pulled out a packet of condoms. I asked her why she’d brought them as we were long past needing any form of contraceptive.

She replied, “because tonight is about my pleasure not yours, that’s why!” and she proceeded to slide a rubber down my already erect penis. “Oh, that’s looking good!” she added and then proceeded to tear a second sachet open and slide a second one over my shaft.

“What’s going on?” I asked again.

“Be quiet!” she ordered, “I don’t want to hear from you again,” and a third one was placed over the other two. “Just for good measure,” she added.

With that she slipped her panties off, dropped them on my chest, lifted her dress and dropped right onto my cock.

“Oh Fuck, that feels so good, I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” and she was off, riding me like there was no tomorrow, with her eyes shut and her head thrown back in ecstasy, she was lost in a world of her pleasure.

For my part, although I could hardly feel anything through the layers of latex, it was such a wonderful sight, watching her pleasure herself in such a way, the gasps and moans only helped make me harder, yet there was no chance of me coming, insulated as I was.

I put my hands around her waist, helping to push her deeper, but she didn’t seem to notice and continued selfishly taking her pleasure. I was just a tool, a toy for her use only, but how she enjoyed me! Gasping and shouting as she writhed and bounced on top of me. Before very long, reaching a mighty orgasm and yelling, “yes, yes, oh god yessss!” as she arched her back, stiffened, and then went limp.

We lay like that for a minute or so while she regained her composure, my hard-on refusing to shrink away, of course. When I heard her say “Ola Senor, Senora!” I looked above my head, and there, looking down on us, was an elderly couple and their dog, clearly out for a late-night stroll. They looked down on us, horrified. She mumbled something incoherent to him, and they shrank away and disappeared back onto the pathway.

“Well, I guess they’ll have a story to tell their friends tomorrow,” she casually stated as she smoothed her dress and put on her knickers.

“Christ, Honey! How long were they watching?” I asked as I struggled to collect up my clothing from where it had been thrown.

“Not too long,” she answered, “maybe my shouts brought them over to check us out.”

“Is that why you were being louder than normal? Is that what you wanted?”

“Maybe, maybe not, who knows?” she laughed cheekily, “Come on, get dressed, it’s time to be getting back.” She looked down at my cock still proud and erect, “maybe you should stay unlocked for our walk home,” she added.

What a woman!

 

The End.

 

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