SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Part 1…

It had been an absolutely awful day. My high school bully had recently joined the same company I work for. I didn’t think much about it at first. I was in engineering, and he was in sales. Not necessarily a ton of interaction. It’s not a very large company, so he obviously saw me pretty quickly. It started as pretty run-of-the-mill snarky looks when we passed each other, but soon that was accompanied by a “Hey Stephy, how’s it hanging?” Innocent enough to those around us, but I knew the history he was getting at.

My names Stephen. Im a Jr, so I’ve always gone by Steph(with the f sound at the end) because I didn’t want the exact same name as my father. In high school, my bully/new co-worker, Knox, was insufferable. He made fun of my name, adding the y to the end to make it feminine. He harassed me throughout school for my build (a smaller guy but a cross-country runner), my personality (admittedly kinda meek back then), and my appearance (a bit of a late bloomer, no hair on my face, sparse on my arms). But worst of all, he ruined every legitimate relationship I ever had with girls.

Back to today’s troubles. It was employee appreciation day, which meant our company-wide lunch. Knox was his usual loud self. I tried to avoid him, but he eventually dragged the rest of the sales leads over to where I was sitting.

“Hey Stephy, I was telling the guys about our old glory days in high school. They didn’t believe me on something, so I thought I’d have you verify.”

You see, Knox was my polar opposite in high school (still is). He was built for football and dominated at it. He was outgoing, loud, obnoxious even. And puberty had hit him early and hard. Burly was an understatement, hell at least one opposing team questioned his age and eligibility each year. I wasn’t sure what detail he wanted verified.

“What’s that, Knox?” I asked with an edge, trying to show I’m no longer his meek classmate

“Well, I was telling the guys how we worked like a team in the dating department. I explained how you’d find the perfect hot girl who isn’t crazy, then hand them off to me to satisfy properly.”

“You what?” I couldn’t believe he was sharing this with our coworkers.

“Oh, come on. Are you not telling me I stole them away from you? That would be sad. And why would all of them have chosen me over you?”

“Knox, this isn’t workplace appropriate, and I don’t care anymore. I have an amazing fiancé at home, and I’m gonna guess you do not.”

“Oh, the boys didn’t mention that. Maybe we should meet. I’m not looking for a fiancé, but might as well complete the set of your girls always choosing me.”

I stewed in my office the rest of the day. I was so mad. I thought all of that history was behind me. Hell, I didn’t date in college until I met my unbelievable fiancé, Melissa. She was the first girl I’d felt safe with, and she was incredible in every way—absolute smoke show, hot, smart, caring, and not in a rush sexually. After my high school experiences, I was very nervous about that side of a relationship. I wasn’t looking to hide anything, but did not want that to derail a relationship. In other words, I was always down to mess around, but was not looking for sex sex per se. Melissa wasn’t either. She loved for me to go down on her, and we even enjoyed some toys together, but she’d had her share of crappy relationships. She had no issues holding off on sex until we were married.

When I got home that night evening she could tell it had been a rough day.

“Hey Steph, how was the appreciation lunch?”

“It was a shitty day overall. Knox even ruined the lunch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, babe. I know you were worried when he hired in. What happened?”

“He just dragged his sales buddies over and turned lunch into a remember how awful I was to you trip down memory lane. Now the office knows he was my bully.”

“That’s awful. What did he bring up?”

“Just how he used to steal my girlfriend from me as sport.”

“Hey, good riddance to her. I’m almost glad he did, or I might not have you!”

“It wasn’t one.”

“What do you mean?”

“He did it 4 times!”

“Oh. Um, I’m sorry about being flip.”

“No, this isn’t your fault. I just hate that everyone knows and that sales has taken to calling me Stephy now too.”

“What if we could bring him down a notch?”

“How’s that?”

“What if we were to trick him into a compromising position, then leverage that to put an end to this?”

“I mean, I’m sure his sales tactics aren’t ethical, but not sure I’ll ever prove that.”

“No, I was thinking more physical. In college, I had a sorority sister dealing with an asshole who wouldn’t leave her alone. So she tricked him into a chastity cage, then wouldn’t give him the keys until he met some conditions. She took pics as blackmail in the event he tried to revert after the cage came off.”

“How in the world would I get it on him?”

“You wouldn’t. Not unless you both have something to share. No, you dumb men are so driven by sex. I can easily convince him to take his pants off.”

“Mel, it’s amazing you want to help, but I’m not sure I like the idea of you convincing him to take his pants off. I know you’re loyal, but he’s awful. I don’t like you in that position.”

“Steph, that’s sweet, but let’s be clear. You’ve been nothing but mopey or grumpy since his arrival. I want this to be over before our wedding so that we can move on. Just trying to help.”

“Okay, I get it. What’s the plan to get a chastity cage?”

“Got one as a gag gift at the bachelorette party last week. I guess in case you act up!” She said giggling

“Haha. Bet I could guess who that came from!”

“Sarah,” we said at the same time.

“Alright, so what’s the plan?”

…

The next day at work, we put the plan in motion. I planned to ask around the office (including sales) for gym recommendations. Then, agree to start using the gym that Knox uses. From there, Melissa would have the ball to seduce him and take him back to his place to set the trap.

I asked in engineering with few replies (shocker), asked the legal/hr, and finished at sales. I started out asking the whole group.

“Hey, guys, any suggestions on a gym? My fiancé is looking for a new one.”

“Or a first one!” Knox barbed. He’d played right into my hand.

“Hey, Knox. What are your thoughts? Where did you go? No one else has given me much feedback.”

“I prefer the one on Scott Street. Private, not a chain. And not a bunch of pansies running around. Men and women getting fit.”

“That sounds perfect. We will get signed up. Thanks!”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you guys. I work out before work.”

“You’ll probably catch Melissa there. I’m more of an evening runner than a start of dayer.”

“Perfect. Well, you can rest easy knowing I’ll take care of her.”

…

We set up a gym membership for Melissa. She wanted a new one anyway. I was a little surprised Knox didn’t seek her out immediately. After about a week, we decided she would have to approach him.

On Monday, Knox was late getting in. I just knew she’d pulled it off until I saw his shit-eating grin. He came strolling to my office first thing.

“Hey, Stephy! How’s it hanging?”

“Come on, Knox, it’s Steph, and you know it.”

“So your little plan was a bust this morning. Enjoy the day, as you’re in for a surprise later. Don’t try to reach out to Melissa. She’s not allowed to answer until you are home later.”

“Excuse me. You can’t make my wife not answer me. Watch!”

I dialed her number, ready to gloat, only to be sent to voicemail after one ring. Knox cackled.

“Like I said. Your plan was an utter failure. I’m glad I didn’t call the police or report you to our management. Thankfully, your fiancé is smarter than you and came up with a solution I was willing to agree to. You’ll see later. Enjoy your day.”

My day was hell. I couldn’t think straight. Melissa continued not to answer calls or texts. I got zero work done. By that afternoon, I just gave up and cut out early, which didn’t help either, as Melissa still got off at normal time.

Finally, at five, she pulled in. As soon as she walked in, I jumped in with questions.

“What happened? Why’d Knox say it was a failure?”

“Thanks for asking how my day went.”

“Mel, come on. You couldn’t even message me today, I’m a little on edge.”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“What happened?”

“So I came onto Knox at the gym. Innocent enough. Hey, can you spot me? Yea I’m Steph’s fiancé, Melissa. Wow, you’re more muscular than he shared. Blah blah blah. Check him out head to toe. You get it.”

I didn’t like how it sounded, but not sure what else she could have done.

“So we were finishing our workout, and I thought it was a bust for the day. He headed toward the locker room, and I went toward the door. He asked why I wasn’t showering, and I told him I didn’t like gym showers. Then I was a little caught off guard when he said nonsense you can shower at my place, it’s just around the corner. So I was in.”

“So what went wrong?”

“Anyway, he told me where everything was and went to take a shower himself. I waited until he walked, expecting him to be dressed, but instead, he was in just a towel. Clearly picking up on my attention. I feigned being impressed by his physique, ran my hands along his muscular chest and arms…”

“Okay, maybe not the play-by-play of touching him.”

“Just trying to help set the image.”

My fiancé looked a little red in the face. This must all be so embarrassing for her.

“So I made my way down to his towel and pulled it loose, then asked if he’d be interested in something kinky. He agreed, so I blindfolded him…”

“He had a blindfold handy?”

“Sorry thought you wanted less detail. I had to use my shirt. Don’t worry, still had my sports bra on. This is where the plan fell apart. I grabbed the cage from my bag, but uh, there was a problem. He didn’t fit. Like his head was too large to even go in the cage to squish down, and he wasn’t hard.”

“Geez…”

“Yeah, I was speechless, which made me hesitate. He felt the cage and snapped the blindfold off. He chuckled at the situation and asked why I was carrying a cage to the gym. He knew now it was a setup.”

“Did he hurt you?”

She now chuckled, “No, sweetie. He didn’t. He knew he had the upper hand. So I fessed up to our plan to cage him to leverage him into not bullying you anymore. He laughed it off, which was a relief. But then he said he had half a mind to report this stunt to your management. He knew it would get you fired. He told me I was going to need to follow through with what I’d led him on about.”

“He wanted you to have sex with him?”

“Oh yeah. I told him no, obviously. He made some crass reply about showing me what a real orgasm was before I was married to you. Don’t worry, I explained that you give me plenty of orgasms.”

“Good!”

“He kept on about how he couldn’t imagine how, given he knew “what you were able to deliver”. I told him first off, he doesn’t have a clue what you can deliver, and that we weren’t having sex until we were married. How we both had rocky sexual pasts and wanted a fresh start.”

“Wait, what?!”

“I had to shut him up. I was just trying to help. He said it sounded like you were going to get fired then.”

“Guess that’s why he said my life would change today. But that doesn’t make sense because he claimed he wasn’t telling leadership.”

“He isn’t. I asked if there wasn’t anything else I could do. He thought for a minute before saying, since we weren’t having sex until marriage, he could keep this ‘attack’ a secret if you agreed to wear the cage until our wedding.”

“WHAT?! That’s almost a year away.”

“I brought that up, and he said that he didn’t set our wedding date. He also swore me to not respond to you today as a test of his trust in me.”

“How’s he going to know if I wear the cage or not?”

“I have to send him proof.”

“No way. No way we’re sending him a pic of my junk in a cage.”

“He said it’s that or he will expose the cage at work. Said he couldn’t care less if it gets him fired.”

“Oh my god.”

“I told him we would try, but there’s no guarantee it would fit you either. It was a gag gift. Maybe it isn’t even a real size. See”

She showed me the cage. I guess I should have asked to see it to begin with. It was a small contraption. Not even one of those curved ones.

“It’s smaller than I realized. I guess it makes sense that a real dick wouldn’t fit in it. So here’s my thought. First, we fool around. No reason we don’t both get off before this goes further. Then we can try to put this on. If it fails, I’ll send you a photo to share. If it does fit, we roll with it, and he forgets eventually.”

Didn’t she just say the cage wasn’t a real size? But she thinks it might fit me? I know I’m not the biggest (4-inch hard, which is what matters, right?) I’m reading too much into this, I know. She wants to fool around. I think I’ll worry about that first.

“You don’t have to tell me twice to fool around,” I say as I reach to kiss her.

“I can’t do the foreplay today, sweetie. Please just get to it,” she replied while lowering her skirt.

Her panties were visibly wet. I guess she was ready for me. I peeled them off, had her sit on the couch, and went to work. She was clearly very turned on, grinding her pussy into my face while moaning. She even found my dick with her foot and started to massage it. Luckily, as she approached an orgasm, she squeezed my head with her thighs, or I would have cum on her foot. When she finished, and I stood up, she noticed me already dripping.

“Oh my. Did eating me out almost get you there today? Maybe the cage will improve your endurance. Build a little stamina before the wedding.” As she giggled

With that, my dick pulsed and I came. It mostly dribbled, given there wasn’t any stimulation.

“Wow. That’s so hot. I didn’t know it could happen without any touching.”

“Um, can we try again when I recover?”

“Yep. I’m sure the cage won’t fit. We will go again to celebrate. Sound good?”

“For sure. And sorry for the surprise. I haven’t had that happen before.”

“I mean, it made my job easier. No complaints here.”

I cleaned up for the moment of truth. Not sure if my odd orgasm, nervousness, or the draft room was to blame, but I was the definition of high and tight right now. I was usually around 4 inches hard. Not the biggest, but respectable. My soft state seemed to vary quite a bit, but I felt confident my head was still too large for the actual opening. Had to be. She had said it, and I’d thought it. This thing was small. If I fit it, that could only mean one thing.

As she began to check the fit, she had to coax my balls back down. I just knew they wouldn’t fit the ring. They slipped right in one after the other. But no worries, Knox’s dick is what didn’t fit. Mine will be the same. Right? As she lined up the cage in the ring, I got nervous. If I didn’t fit, it wouldn’t be as obvious as Knox’s clearly. Then I slipped in, definitely with room to spare at the end and maybe some on the sides.

“Huh. Well, I guess it fits,” Melissa said, puzzled.

I tried to recover. “Yeah, it’s super tight. Almost like I popped in.”

“Yeah, for sure. I bet you can fit because of the orgasm.”

I knew that wasn’t it, and so did Mel.

“I, uh, need the pic now, I guess…”

How do you stand for a pic like this? I ended up rubbing my eyebrow in shame. She asked if I thought the pic was okay, but what would look better. So she sent it to Knox. He’d been more than happy to give her his number this morning in case this worked out.

…

Text conversation between Melissa and Knox:

M: Here’s the pic as promised.

K: Holy shit. I knew it. Looks right for him!

M: So no more bullying or reporting, right?

K: Yeah, with some conditions. First, Stephy will bring me the key tomorrow to ensure the cage stays on. He will deliver it to me, stating it’s for a storage locker I can use since he isn’t packing much in there. Second, anytime he wants out of the cage between now and the big day, you will have to ask me to take you back to my place while we’re at the gym. The key will always be stored at my house. And yes, it will make it look like you’re trying to hookup with me.

M: We didn’t agree to this beforehand?

K: True. I guess I could just share this image with our coworkers without bullying him. That would still be compliant with our agreement.

M: I’ll explain that he has to bring the key. Is the request process really necessary? People will think I’m being unfaithful if they know us.

K: Not my problem, and it’s up to you if you ever request the key.

M: Fine

*****

Part 2…

“I sent it. He agreed to leave you alone with a couple of rules. Please take him the key tomorrow and tell him it’s for our storage, since you aren’t packing much in there. Second, if we need the key to get you out, I will have to request it.”

“This is awful. Why would you agree to that?” I said, irritated.

“Listen, sweetie. This is way better than the alternative. He said he would leave you alone, but shared the photo with your coworkers, which would have violated our first agreement. This was to prevent your shame—one conversation. Maybe show a little appreciation, as I continue to have to manage this for you.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll get dressed so we can settle in.”

“Not yet, you won’t. I still want my round 2. Get down here and start licking while I use my vibe on my clit.”

…

The first time was painful to say the least. Between the second round getting me aroused and the cage pulling all night, I was exhausted. Melissa was already up and at the gym when I got up. I was somewhat thankful, as my first experience peeing in this torture device was a mess. I realized I’d have to sit while I cleaned up. Just awesome.

I wanted to throw up on the way to work just thinking about this interaction. Knox strolled in a good hour after me with that smug look on his face. I head over once he makes it to sales, not daring to try to call him to my office for some reason.

“Hey, Knox. Here’s the key to my storage. Put whatever you’d like in there. I’m not packing much in there.”

“Thanks, Stephy. I’ve got an abundance of pipe and lumber I need to lay down somewhere. Have a good day.”

…

Text between Steph and Melissa

M: Knox said you gave him the key as he asked

S: Yeah. Wait, did he text you?

M: Well yea. He said you did it in front of the sales team?

S: Yea isn’t that what he wanted?

M: No, he just wanted the speech. He said he was about to head to your office when you came over. He thought you might have sought out the additional embarrassment. Did you?

S: What? No! I misunderstood is all. Didn’t stop him from replying.

M: What did he say?

S: That he had an abundance of pipe and lumber he needed to lay down somewhere.

M: Hah! What a dork.

S: Glad you think it was funny. I thought it was embarrassing.

M: Why? The sales team doesn’t know what you all are talking about.

S: I guess that’s true.

…

Work dragged on. Multiple restroom visits helped me realize I was not only gonna have to sit, but also wipe afterward. By the time I made it home, I wasn’t thinking about sitting to pee. When Melissa walked into our room, I was mid-task, so to speak.

“Oh, hey, I was looking for you.”

“Sorry, had to go.”

“Um, sitting down?”

“The cage. I can’t very well stand. And figured out their remnants, so I have to wipe each time, good too.”

“Well, at least the toilet seats won’t have pee on them for the next year.”

A few days in, I’d gotten used to the constant arousal. I continued to go down on Mel most evenings, but I just didn’t get my turn. She didn’t even seem that unhappy with the arrangement. But I was having trouble with irritation and pinching with the cage. I asked Mel to request the key. She seemed rather annoyed and said she would come on Monday. I was miserable and mopey over the weekend, so we didn’t really enjoy the time off. I did notice Monday morning that the cage no longer seemed to hurt as much. I probably didn’t even need to remove it now. I would have told Mel, but she had already left for the gym.

Right before Knox arrived, I got a text from Mel saying she had the key and would see me after work. That’s a relief.

Knox was late getting in and, of course, had the same smug look on his face he seemed to have every morning Mel had to interact with him. He really didn’t interact with me as much as I expected—just the occasional Stephy reference until the afternoon. In the afternoon, he teased me about being anxious to get home and asked how Mel was enjoying the gym.

“She’s enjoying it so far.”

“That’s good. Glad it’s worked out so well. And I’m glad you haven’t freaked out about the showers.”

I had no idea what he was referring to, so I guessed the right response.

“No need to freak out.” felt safe.

“That’s right. If Mel’s more comfortable showering at my place than the gym, that’s what’s important.”

His place?! I knew the shower was the lure the first time. Maybe that’s all he’s getting at. But why did he just say that in the office, in front of the sales team? I got lots of side-eye from that group the rest of the day.

When I got home, Mel was already there. I kissed her passionately when I walked in—more than ready to get the cage off.

“Let’s get this cage off!”

“I like where your mind’s at, but you need to know there are rules.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Knox’s rules”

“Oh”

“First, for him to be willing to give us the key, we have to be willing to eliminate recurrence.”

“Which means?”

“Since you’re hairs getting caught, Hairs got to get removed.”

“He wants me to shave?”

“Yep. I’m not opposed either. Second, the cage is only off for the shaving. No staying out until morning.”

“Ugh. How’s he going to know?”

“I have to send proof.”

“Second, the cage is only off to shave, clean, and adjust since that’s all that was requested.”

“What does that mean?”

“No leaving it off for the night. Or we can leave it on if you don’t want to shave and send the proof?”

Part of me actually thought leave it on since it wasn’t hurting as much today. But the skin pinches and hair-pulling would keep on. Hell, he already has a picture of me in the cage. Who cares if he has another post-shave?

“Let’s get it off and shaved.”

“Alright. Why don’t you go tinkle and get in the shower, then we can take it off to shave?”

“Tinkle?”

“It’s hardly going to take a piss when you’re sitting and wiping.”

Embarrassed, I went to “tinkle” and got in the shower. Once I was cleaned up, Mel had me sit on our built-in bench to remove the cage and shave. The shaving went fine, I suppose. I wasn’t really paying attention. With Mel so close to my package, holding and moving my dick around to shave, and the view of her boobs, I was getting hard quick. She let out a giggle when she noticed.

“You enjoying the shave?”

“Just enjoying your touch after a week.”

“Too bad you aren’t all the way hard, or I could help you out.”

“What do you mean? I feel hard.”

“Oh, yea I guess you do now that you say that. I think not being able to get hard this week may have led to some compression. Kinda like tight undies. Better stop before I make your blue balls worse.”

“Babe, please.”

“Well, I could shave some more. Then I’d just be holding you, right?”

“Yes, whatever.”

“This time she was genuinely massaging it, and I didn’t last maybe 2 more swipes of the razor before I came.”

“Well, glad you enjoyed the shave. Want me to stop here or finish up?”

She had basically shaved my sack, all around my groin, and only a small patch remained. I didn’t want to lose hair any more than I had to.

“No, stop here.”

She grabbed my beard trimmer.

“What’s that for?”

“Some of these are long enough that the cage might catch them. Just trying to help.”

She finished up, dried me off, replaced the cage, and got the pic.

“I think it’s my turn for some relief, “ she said as she dropped her robe.

I went to town, and she got her phone out.

“Got to send this before I forget. Don’t stop.”

…

Text conversation between Melissa and Knox

M: Proof as required

K: Geez. Didn’t have to give him a landing strip. That’s hysterical.

M: Didn’t want any hairs getting caught.

K: Sure. And?

M: And what?

K: Did he get any relief?

M: Yes

K: And you understand what that means?

M: Yes

K: Need you to say it

M: Fine. You will get your handjob tomorrow when I return the key.

M: Actually, about that. The cage seems to have caused an issue.

K: What’s that?

M: His uh, erection was smaller.

K: Shouldn’t be any concern unless there’s too much room in the cage.

M: Why does that matter?

K: Well, if there’s room for him to get hard, it could basically be pushing his erect size back into him some. This will repeatedly cause hard-to-rebound shrinkage. You’ve basically trained the penis to make a smaller erection. But that cage was tiny. Surely there isn’t room…

M: I’m sure you are correct. Couldn’t be an extra room.

…

“Hey, hon, could you stand up a minute?”

“Yeah, you not enjoying me going down on you?”

“No, just checking I got the cage back on right. Looks correct. Do you have any room in it?”

“Uh, maybe some, but it doesn’t hurt now when I’m aroused.”

“I think the cage is the wrong size, sweetie.”

“Is that what was wrong earlier with my erection?”

“Yea I was doing some research, and I think you need a different cage so that doesn’t continue.”

“So you need to take it off?”

“Yea but I don’t want to be dishonest to Knox. I could text him to ask real quick.”

“Do you really have to ask when you have the key. He’s already got proof.”

“Yes, sweetie. That’s what we agreed to.”

…

Continued text between Melissa and Knox

M: Hey, I wanted to be transparent with you. I need to remove his cage again. Is that okay?

K: Oh, I love that you asked. Why does it need to be removed?

M: The cage is the wrong size. Getting measurements for the correct one…

K: Well, I must admit I thought he might be too small for it. That’s fine under one condition.

M: What?

K: Measure soft and hard and report those to me tomorrow when you return the key. We will order the proper cage.

M: That feels very personal.

K: Not as personal as these pics getting out.

…

“Got Knox’s approval. Let’s get this done.”

“What did you say?”

“That I put the cage back on wrong.”

I sat back down on the stool at the end of our bed so she could remove and measure it. I wasn’t really thinking about how sitting would skew the measurements or even the consequences of the measurements being wrong. I looked down, and the embarrassment of my situation hit me hard. Between the small cage and my shave, I felt completely emasculated.

Mel took the cage off and grabbed her pink fabric tape measure. She reached to get started, then giggled.

“Someone’s hiding a little. Don’t be nervous, little guy. We’re gonna get you a cage that fits better.”

She wrote down the length and width measurements. I didn’t particularly want to know them, but she declared them anyway as she wrote them down.

“A little under an inch. Maybe 7/8 an inch.”

I tried to counter “Yeah, it’s the hard measurement that matters, right?”

“Very true. Go ahead and get hard.”

“I um you aren’t gonna give me a hand?”

“No, for one, you already had your fun. For another, I need a hard measurement, and we both know you’ll get a semi and pop staring at my tits since this is round two.“

She wasn’t wrong. Not much beats a nice view and a relaxing second-hand job. I started working myself up to an erection for the next measurement. I didn’t think anything of my approach, just my thumb and index finger. I thought Mel was enjoying the show until her smile turned into a giggle.

“Babe, you can tell me if that’s how you prefer it. I’ve never seen you get hard so fast.”

“If that’s how I prefer it?”

“If you prefer just two fingers to a hand job. I mean, there’s certainly more room for motion that way. Let’s get your measurements.”

Good. I thought she was giggling at my size or something.

“And as you said, the measurement that counts, uh, 3-ish inches hard.”

“What?! I’m every bit of 4 inches!”

That can’t be right. I know I’m smaller, but not that small. Something has to be wrong. I took the tape to measure myself, and it was worse. The ish was her rounding up to 3.

“I was trying to be kind. It’s fine. It’s only because the cage is the wrong size. It can cause that. Once we get the right size, it will be fine.”

“This is awful. Thank you for helping.”

“Of course, sweetie. We will get through this, and then we will be married. Let’s get some rest. I’ll get the cage slipped back on since you are soft now.”

…

It took about a week for the new cage to come in. To my surprise, Mel arrived home from work with it one day. Seemed kinda odd since I assumed it would be shipped to our house. I was so glad to get this dangerous cage off that I didn’t ask questions. I showered and shaved in preparation. In my head, the cage was gonna be bigger than the last so that I could get a full erection. I know, know that’s ridiculous, but I was in denial. So you can imagine my shock when a smaller cage with just a round cap was revealed.

“Whoa, why does it look like that?”

“I was wondering the same thing. I didn’t look at it when it was ordered. I just picked it up from Knox on the way home.”

“What?! Why did Knox have it?”

“He offered to have it shipped there to be discreet. He was just trying to help.”

“Why’d he even know it was being bought?”

“When I returned the key last week, I told him we needed to order a different cage and would need the key back to swap. He asked if there was anything he could do to help. I wasn’t sure how or where to order a cage, and you seemed quite upset about the situation. So I asked if he knew how to order a new cage. He found a site that you just plug in the measurements, and it gives you the options.”

“So he knows my measurements?”

“Of course not, sweetie. He respects our privacy. I plugged them in and told him just to pick whichever one is most comfortable.”

“ Will he require the usual picture too?”

“Yes, dear. I…”

“Do I at least get to cum?”

“Excuse me? I thought we would have some intimate time between the cage swap. But considering you seem solely focused on “cumming” as you put it, maybe you need this break from sex.”

Considering not only was she pissed, but she was also holding my package as she did it, I was too intimidated to realize she had swapped the cage until she was locking it. I didn’t have time to panic about whether it would fit. She actually took the pic while locking it without me even having a chance to get situated.

“I’m getting this sent.”

“I’m sorry. I messed this up. Want me to go down on you ?”

“Maybe later. For now, just a glass of wine so I can calm down.”

…

Text between Mel and Knox

M: Proof he’s locked in his new cage

K: Wow. That was quick. Guess the cage is impacting stamina a bit. Looks like a much better fit for Stephy.

M: It wasn’t quick because it didn’t happen. Also, why didn’t you tell me the new cage would be so compact?

K: Now listen. I still expect payment for the unlock I facilitated. Also, you said just get the one I was comfortable with. That one made the most sense to me.

M: I said get the most comfortable one…

K: Oh. My bad. I noticed you ignored my comment.

M: Not in the mood for the controlling comment

K: Really…you didn’t seem to mind when I was telling you how to handle a real cock and what to say. Maybe Stephy needs to see the video of you calling my dick and real cock while you jacked me off with two hands. What was the comparison you made again? Remind me before I feel inclined to send this.

M: That I need two hands with yours and two fingers with his. Are you happy now?

K: See you tomorrow

…

When I came back in with wine, Mel was grinning while she put away her phone.

“What was funny?”

“Oh, just some reel. Also, I have a bit of a kink. Would you go down on me while I enjoy my wine and scroll?”

“Sounds fun to me!”

I went to town focusing on her clit while she slowly sipped her wine. The new cage felt heavier almost. It was definitely pulling on me in this position on my knees. I would bring it up, but Mel just now seemed to have moved on from my earlier comment. Mel had a slow and powerful orgasm, squeezing my head with her thighs as she came. We were both wiped out now, so we called it a night.

…

Knox arrived as smug as ever the next day. He strutted straight to my office and leaned against the frame like a loyal work friend. I just wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I knew making a scene would only escalate things. This whole things such a mess. Knox spoke up when he realized I was not going to initiate.

“Hey Stephy”

“Knox” was all I gave back.

“How’s it hanging this morning…or is it?”

“Knox, please. Can we not today? It wasn’t a great night for me.”

“Bummer. I had an excellent morning. Worked out, caught up with Mel, and got a nice, handy in before work.”

“She only likes me calling her Mel.”

“Oh, I just heard you call her that. Didn’t realize that it was exclusive, like me calling you Stephy.”

“That isn’t exclusive either, I don’t.”

“Oh, does Mel like to call you Stephy as well? “ Knox interrupted

“No, she doesn’t call me Stephy dammit!”

“Wow, just chatting here, dude. Anyway. Enjoy your day.”

…

“Hey, sweetie! How was your day?” Mel beamed into the door that evening.

“Awful,” I snapped

“Oh no. Was it the cage? I know it’s probably uncomfortable, but Knox said you will adjust to it just like the other.”

“Knox! Knox is the problem. The cage is his fault, too.”

“I mean, the cage is our fault for trying to trick him. Given what he could have done, this seems mild. What did he do today to upset you?”

“He’s just so smug and takes every chance we’re in private to rub this whole situation in my face.”

“What did he say? I can talk to him at the gym tomorrow.”

“He asked me how it was hanging or not!”

Mel laughed before realizing it made it worse.

“I’m sorry, babe, but given the situation, that’s kinda funny in an ironic way. I’ll talk to him, but don’t let him get under your skin so easy. What else?”

“He wanted to know why you don’t call me Stephy as well.”

“I thought you hated that nickname. I mean, if you want me to, in a take the power away from it way I can?”

“No, it wasn’t that. I was saying only I can call you Mel because he called you Mel.”

“He may have to you, but he only calls me Melissa at the gym. Also, I’m not comfortable with the tone that only you are allowed to call me Mel. I like that you call me Mel, but that’s my choice, not yours.”

“That’s not what I meant. I was defending you.”

“From what exactly? Hmm? Him using the name, I’m sure he’s heard from you?”

What’s happening right now? My balls hurt from the cage pulling. My dick is squished. She seems to be taking Knox’s side, and according to him, catching up at the gym each day. I’m going crazy over here.

“I don’t know. I feel so on edge emotionally. The cage is heavier than the last, and I feel squished. I feel like you’re taking Knox’s side, and that hurts.”

“Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry for not considering your feelings. I’ll even talk to Knox to lay off of you some. Does he do anything else today? “

I said thanks through a sniffle that I’m sure sounded like I was tearing up. I wasn’t thrilled with Mel fighting Knox for me or the descriptor of laying off some. But I’d take anything I could get at this point. I couldn’t decide whether to bring up the handjob comment, as it felt childish to complain about.

*****

Part 3…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: Hey, we need to talk in the morning

K: Damn girl, you enjoy giving me a hand that much this morning?

M: No, Knox, it’s about Steph. I don’t think you’re trying to, but your banter is upsetting him, with him extra sensitive right now.

K: Stephys time of the month?

M: That’s the banter upsetting him, and asking how it’s hanging today?

K: He was so worked up over names, I didn’t realize that even bothered him. Why’s he so emotional?

M: This is a lot for him. And the cage isn’t helping things. It’s heavy and small, so he’s uncomfortable all day.

K: What kind of underwear does he wear?

M: What does that have to do with anything?

K: If he’s wearing boxers, the cage is basically getting held up by his dicklette and balls.

M: Really was dicklette necessary?

K: I’m being serious. He needs supportive underwear. Same problem as before. If he doesn’t, it’s going to hurt him.

M: Oh, okay. Thanks for trying to help Knox.

K: Of course. Still want to “talk” tomorrow? You do give an excellent handjob. Or maybe you’d like a taste…

M: Stop it. I only agreed to that when the cage needed to be removed. And I’ve told you only handjobs since that’s all I’ve given Steph.

…

The next day, Mel said she had an idea for helping with the discomfort. I was thrilled for any relief I could get. She came home from work that evening with shopping bags. She started emptying them, and it was clear she had purchased me new underwear.

“So I think the issue is your boxers don’t support you at all.”

“Okay… so we’re trying out some new underwear options?”

“Yep. I’ll have you try these on, and whichever provides the best support, we will keep and return the unopened ones of the rest. I knew you wouldn’t go shopping yourself, so I handled it.”

I gathered the options and turned for myself to the bathroom before Mel stopped me.

“No, sir. I’m checking the fit. Just change out here.”

I stripped down to my cage. I swear, Mel now seemed to smirk a little anytime she saw it. I tried on the boxer briefs, but knew immediately they weren’t much better. They even had a pouch to support me, but I just kinda slipped out of it.

“That’s odd. These are claimed to have a pouch to support you.”

She felt around the front for the pouch.

“They do, I just kinda slipped out of it.”

“Ah. Well, next option. The trunks.”

These looked like no-seam boxer briefs and definitely looked like a tight cut. I slipped off the boxer briefs and slipped on the trunks. They were definitely tighter on my legs, but weren’t exactly supporting anything in the front, as there was a large pouch I definitely didn’t fill. This left the fabric just hanging down in the front, which Mel found funny.

“Well, those look ridiculous.”

“Do they come in different uh pouch sizes? I think the rest fits well.”

“Oh, good question. I didn’t even check that. Huh. The package says the pouch stretches as needed. Not sure how that helps when it’s too big to begin with.”

I was mortified by the commentary and just headed toward the briefs. The briefs weren’t really helping either. They didn’t have a big empty pouch, but still weren’t really providing support.

“Do those feel better?”

“Better than boxers. Not really supportive though. I don’t know, I’ve never worn anything else since I was a kid, so I don’t know what to expect.”

“I’ll keep looking. I don’t want to keep any if they aren’t the right fit.”

I appreciated her efforts. What I didn’t realize was that she had snuck a pic of me in each to ask for assistance later. I left on the briefs, hoping they might help some over time.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: Okay, I need your help, but not your condescending comments. That gonna be possible?

K: Well, good evening to you, too, Mel. How can I assist?

M: I took your advise and got some tighter-fitting undies for Steph. Steph’s only ever worn boxers, so he doesn’t know what fits of these new ones. And I obviously don’t know either. Can I send you these pics in each style and you help me figure out which ones are right?

K: I mean, staring at some dude in his “undies” isn’t exactly my thing.

M: I’ll help you in the morning if you do

K: That was quick. I thought I’d have to talk you into that more.

M: I need help and don’t have time to waste.

K: Okay, deal. Send them over, and we will see which works.

M: Sent

K: Man, I hate that I agreed to no condescending comments after seeing these.

M: Come on, Knox. What’s wrong? Did I get the wrong type, size, or something?

K: Honestly, none of those looks properly supportive. You didn’t do anything wrong. You can’t help what Stephy’s working with.

M: So, how do I help Stephy?

K: You won’t like my response

M: Knox!

K: Those undergarments are all built to accommodate certain assets that Stephy just does not have. He needs underwear that fits his body, or that cage is going to hurt him.

M: Okay, so what are you saying?

K: Men’s underwear is not going to fit. You can try boys’ underwear, but I would suggest panties—Bikini briefs in some neutral colors to protect his ego as much as possible.

M: Have you lost your mind? I am not dressing my fiancé in panties. There’s no way he would go for it.

K: Told you you wouldn’t like the response. But I’m telling you that the cage being held up by his balls is going to make him sterile if not addressed. You want kids, right?

M: I do. We’re trying the boys dept. Those will surely work.

K: Wanna bet?

M: No

K: Hear me out. If the boy’s underwear fits, no more handjobs when you request a release.

M: And if they don’t?

K: Thought you were confident? If they don’t work, I expect a pic of him in the panties, and there’s no going back to boxers while he’s caged.

M: Deal

…

It had been a few days in the briefs. They definitely were not the answer. By the end of the day, they were stretched out and just as droopy as the trunks in the front. I’d been hiding this from Mel by swapping to a fresh pair when I got home. That way, I at least presented as well as I could. Also of note, Knox had let up on the commentary at work. Mel strolled in from work with a shopping bag in hand.

“So, Steph, the briefs aren’t providing the needed support. Am I right?”

“They’re better than the boxers.”

“Are you still aching?”

“Well yea but.”

“No buts. I did some research to make sure you were okay in the cage. Turns out if it aches like that, the cage is basically pulling the balls. And if you don’t support them, it can cause damage, making you sterile. We aren’t even married yet, and you know I want kids. So we have to find underwear that works. Okay?”

She was so upset that I wouldn’t dare keep arguing.

“Sure, babe. Is that what’s in the bag?”

“It is. Now listen. You aren’t going to like these, but they’ll have more support.”

Then she handed me “tween boys” underwear. I was shaken. Did she really think I needed boys’ underwear for them to fit? I felt ashamed as I took off the briefs, knowing they didn’t fit. Mel gave me the all too familiar smirk that she makes anytime she sees the cage now. I stared at the new underwear pack for a while before opening it. Some part of me hoped the waistband would be too tight, then I wouldn’t have to face the rest. I pulled them up and noticed there was definitely less material with these. Hell, maybe they would fit and give me some relief. But when I got them to my waist, reality set in. These were baggy in the worst way, too. Before I could try to pull them up higher, I covered it up, Mel gasped. Then her face seemed to shift angrily before she finally spoke.

“Are you kidding me, Stephy?”

“Why’d you call me Stephy?”

“Really, that’s your primary concern when boys’ underwear has too much room in the crotch for you. This is awful.”

“It’s this cage. It has everything squished. Are you mad you wasted the money on these?”

“No, I’m mad I lost the bet!”

“What bet?”

“With Knox. I bet that boys’ underwear would be the right fit for you. He said they’d be too big.”

“I sent him pics of you in the others. I was just trying to help find the right style to help you. I obviously don’t know, and Knox had already seen you in the cage, so I thought he could help.”

“But why bet him after we were already in this mess?”

“It was going to get me out of my deal with him.”

“Babe, what deal?”

“He was going to expose you after he had pics of you in the cage, and he wasn’t going to let us have the key when you needed out. I made a deal that anytime you get let out of the cage, I would give him a handjob.”

“Holy shit! So every day he’s come in bragging it wasn’t because he knew the cage was back on, it’s because he had gotten a handjob from my fiancé.”

“Babe, it gets worse. We just lost the bet.”

“Okay. What else could he take at this point? Was it sexual if we lost?”

“No, of course not. You see, he didn’t think any men’s underwear would work, so if they didn’t, he wanted you in panties for the duration of being caged. With proof as always.”

“Please, no. I already feel so embarrassed.”

“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry, but he will release the pics at work if we don’t .”

“Did you buy some?”

“No, I really thought those were going to work.”

“This is beyond embarrassing. I guess grab some tomorrow? Can’t believe I’m saying this, but could you keep them neutral at least?”

“I can definitely get some tomorrow, but he knows this was happening tonight. He expects the results.”

“It’s late, I don’t even know what will be open.”

“I know. You’re going to have to wear a pair of mine for the pic. There isn’t another option.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll try to find the least feminine ones I have.”

“Thank you.”

Mel went to her panty drawer and dug around for a while. She returned with options. I was now dreading one of my favorite things about Mel. She doesn’t have plain underwear.

“I tried my best. Just grab whichever you are least uncomfortable with.”

She had a black bikini pair with flowers on them, a white pair that were super soft that had a bow on the waistline, a red pair with lace that were more of a cheekie cut, and a plain dark green pair, but those were her no-show thong type.

“I promise I tried,” she said, clearly upset.

“I know, babe. Thank you for trying so hard. I’m just trying to pick the best worst option.”

I picked up the white pair. In my head, these were just white briefs. I could pretend the bow wasn’t there. Maybe they wouldn’t fit, and then I could buy some grey ones tomorrow. I stepped into them and began to pull them up. I’m sure I made quite a sight. Little did I know at the time that Mel was taking a few pics as I pulled these on. Once I got them mid-thigh, I recognized they would fit my waist just fine, and the crotch looked rather wide. They pulled up just fine. Not just supporting my balls but actually lifting/pushing them up.

“Alright, got your pic done before you started fretting.”

Mel’s voice snapped me out of it.

“Do they fit better?”

“I don’t know.”

I did know

“I’m probably falling out everywhere.”

“Not at all, sweetie. Here comes look.”

She pulled me to the mirror. Good grief, I looked like I belonged in panties. Honestly, the cage was making the biggest “bulge,” and it wasn’t much.

“See, everything fits just fine. Looks like the soft stretchy material has you well supported. And there’s no extra fabric hanging down. You look kinda hot in these, really.”

“What? Really?”

“Yea and I haven’t mentioned the silver lining of today yet…”

What could be the silver lining as I stand in her panties, knowing I’m now in panties until our wedding? She had a rather seductive smile as she reached into her purse. She had the key. I felt my dick pulse at the sight, but I was torn.

“How about we have a little fun?”

“I want to. I just don’t want Knox to…get his.”

“That unfortunately happens either way, as I wouldn’t have a way to prove you didn’t. So you might as well have some fun.”

She proceeded to pull my panties. I mean hers, down to my thighs. She cradled my package with one hand and worked the lock with the other.

“You’ve been doing so well going down on me. I can’t wait to make you cum.” she said as she began massaging with just two fingers.

“Would you, uh, suck it?” I wanted her warm mouth around it so badly

“Don’t you prefer my fingers? Thought you wanted to wait to go any further?”

This sounded so desperate, “Please?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t do that before the cage, so it feels like breaking the deal. That’s why I told Knox all he could have were handjobs.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

“I don’t want to break my trust with him. I do have an idea for something new if you’ll trust me?“

“And you won’t be forced to do this with Knox?”

“Pretty sure there’s zero risk of that.”

As she said it, she started pulling the panties back up with me hard. I was too concerned our fun was ending to be mortified that these fit even with me hard. I started to protest before she put a finger to my lips and said

“Remember, trust me. Go lie down on your side.”

I lay down, and Mel lay behind me. She started kissing my neck while her hand traveled down my body, finding my hard dick in the panties. She started massaging my dick through the panties. It felt so good that an involuntary moan escaped my lips. She wasn’t so much giving me a handjob through them as she was caressing me through them. It was electric, and I found myself grinding against her hand as she did it. I came with another less than manly moan.

“I can tell you enjoyed that.”

“Yes, honey, that was wonderful.”

“See, we can have some fun with all of this. That can be in our rotation for releases.”

“I think it’s your turn now.”

“I’m ready for that tongue, but let’s get you cleaned up, back in your cage, and in a clean pair of panties first.”

“Could I leave it off during? Bet I can be hard again soon.”

“No, sweetie. That’s exactly why you can’t. Knox was sweet enough to let you have a release tonight, knowing it would be a difficult evening. Leaving you out of the cage and panties all night so that you can have fun would be taking advantage of his kindness and violating his trust. Now go clean up. Make sure to push the head out to clean it too. I know how it likes to tuck inside after you cum.”

I got cleaned up, rinsed out the panties, and put on the black floral pair.

“Mmm, those look hot on you. Hmm?”

“What’s up?”

“Well, I understood why the cage made the bulge in the first pair. I’m just a little surprised how well they fit you without a cage keeping you squished. Guess these really are the right undies for you.”

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: You win

K: I win what?

M: Panties were the right fit

K: I’m just glad he’s properly supported now. Any proof

M: Yes, yes. Here

K: Wow. Those fit better than I expected. Good for him

M: I was surprised how well they fit as well

K: So who picked them?

M: I let him pick

K: And he picked a pair with a pink bow? I’d assume he would select some neutral pack

M: Oh, he definitely thought the bow was white. I didn’t think they would be needed, and the stores were closed by the time we realized

K: Wait, are you saying these are some of yours?

M: Yea unfortunately

K: That’s excellent news. You don’t have to buy a bunch of new panties now. You both can share. Does he enjoy his release?

M: Knox!

K: Just a question

M: He did. I think he feels pressured to do more since he has less access. I hate it for him

K: I’ve been meaning to talk to you about a similar subject. Hear me out. Steffie is getting lots of practice pleasing you before your big day, but you’ve been limited to the occasional fingering. I want to make sure your skills aren’t limited on the big day. What if you practiced with me?

M: I’m not having sex with you

K: No, not sex. I’m thinking all the foreplay involved in making love to a dick. Don’t you want to be able to blow Steffie’s mind with an incredible blowjob on the big night or maybe on the honeymoon? I’m just trying to help. All good if you want us to stick to handjobs.

M: I don’t know. Also, I noticed the comment about the fingering. Not nice

K: My bad. I couldn’t help myself with the panty pic. Anyway, just think about it. Still got several more months of releases we could practice.

…

We started to find a new normal. I continued to go down on Mel and use toys multiple times a week. We bought some less blatantly feminine panties if that’s a thing. I understood what was required of Mel whenever I needed a release, and I worked to minimize the need for one. Mel found it sweet that I was willing to hold out to minimize her Knox favors as we started calling them. After a couple of weeks of me holding out, she said she would repay me on our wedding night for the sacrifice I made. She said to prepare for the blowjob of my life.

The complete lack of an orgasm was starting to get to me about a month in, but I wanted to stay strong. I was so on edge, just the feeling of my panties was becoming arousing. I realized how desperate the situation was becoming when I went to pee one day, and there was a string of precum from my crotch to my panties. Thankfully, I was at work and just wiped up. I started checking and wiping cum before peeing or changing after that. I definitely didn’t want Mel to know. I wasn’t even sure how I’d explain it. This worked for a while until she walked in on me changing undies one day. I always change in the bathroom, but for some reason I just dropped them at the dresser that day, and of course I had a string right as she walked in.

“AH, oh my god!”

“Sorry. I usually change in the bathroom in case of that.”

“How long’s that been going on?”

“A few weeks. I don’t know why.”

“Well, sweetie, I think you’re getting backed up from not getting off.”

“I don’t want you to give Knox a favor unless we have to.”

“Stephy, I appreciate that so much, but I don’t want you uncomfortable or worse, hurting yourself over it either. Let me think of a solution for now.”

She’s slipped and called me Stephy a few times lately. I’m sure it’s from hearing it from Knox so often. When she walked back in, she was carrying something behind her back.

“Okay, listen. I have a solution until we can get you relief on Monday.”

“I’m guessing I won’t like it?”

“Your male ego won’t.”

She showed me what was behind her back—a box of pads.

“Oh, come on.”

“Sweetie, listen. These are liners. They aren’t as bulky as pads. We wear these towards the end of our period. No wings, nothing like that. You’ll barely notice them. And it’s just for a couple of days.”

“Why can’t I just wipe a few more days?”

“Has it not gotten worse? Plus, you are ruining your undies. Look”

“She showed me a clean pair with obvious stains from my dripping.”

“I’m not buying more. Ruin all of these, and you’re back to sharing mine. Then you definitely will have a liner.”

“Okay, fine. At this point, why not? “

“Just for the weekend. I’ll get the key on Monday, and we will get you some relief.”

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: Hey need to get the key from you on Monday

K: That was quite the stretch. I guess you meant it when you said he was holding out for you. You just want to play or something up?

M: Little of both

K: Everything okay?

M: Honestly, I need some advice, but I need you not to be a dick. Think you can manage?

K: I’ll do my best

M: Steph started um leaking

K: What do you mean by ” leaking?

M: Like cum dribbles

K: Damn

M: Do you think it’s because he’s so backed up?

K: 100%

M: Is that dangerous in any way?

K: I mean, not keeping the pipes cleaned out can be bad for your prostate later on

M: Shit

K: It’s probably fine as long as he’s getting a release anytime this happens. Just wait until he’s “leaking” then reach out.

M: He’s sacrificing so much for me

M: I want to blow his mind on our wedding night

K: You saying you want to start practicing?

M: Yes

…

I saw the return of Knox’s shit-eating smile on Monday. He had been mostly cordial even after finding out I knew about the deal. But today, he couldn’t help himself as he approached my office.

“So Stephy, couldn’t hold out any longer, I see?”

“I uh”

“Or did you want her to do me a favor? Isn’t that what you two call it?”

“Yes…”

“Oh, you did? Interesting”

“No, that is what we call it, not yes. I wanted that.”

“Sure, buddy, whatever you say. Enjoy yourself later. I know I will tomorrow.”

*****

Part 4…

That evening, I was waiting very impatiently for Mel to get home. I’d dropped even more than usual, thinking about the release, and knew I was on edge. She knew as soon as she walked in how ready I was. She did insist on my going down on her first, stating her own orgasm would put her in a more erotic mood for me. Didn’t have to convince me. Once she came, twice actually, I might add, she had me stand up and pull my panties to mid-thigh. She giggled at the string of precum as I pulled them down, commenting.

“It’s so cute how turned on you are. Good thing you had a liner in while you went down on me.”

I’d rather she didn’t describe my arousal as cute, but she was in the middle of releasing me. I definitely wasn’t picking that fight. Her holding me as she worked the lock was driving me wild. She hadn’t touched me much during the past 8 weeks in an attempt not to make it worse. But this meant her touch was electric now. As she took the cage off with one hand and pushed her finger down the underside with the other, I felt it. The orgasm that I’d waited so long for. I whimpered and basically humped against her finger as cum dribbled out. We were both shocked at what just happened. But Mel broke the silence.

“Aw, that was so sweet, baby. I didn’t know you could cum without getting hard. Did it feel good? “

“Yeah. It felt so good. I’m sorry it was so sudden. Your touch felt electric against me.”

“I’m sorry it was so sudden. I’d planned to strip for you as a reward, but that wasn’t even necessary for you to get relief.”

“Do you think since it’s been a while, I could cum again before locking back up?”

“Hmmm…it has been 8 weeks, and usually you’d get off a few times a week. Let me make sure Knox is okay with it.”

“Oh, uh, okay…”

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: Hey, are you okay if Steph has more than one orgasm while he’s unlocked? It has been 8 weeks.

K: Round 1 already done?

M: That’s none of your business

K: It is if he wants another go

M: Fine. Yes. He came as I took the cage off. I haven’t really touched him much, so that I wouldn’t tease him, but just feeling my fingers against it set him off.

K: Wow. Just a yes would have worked. That’s fine. Plus, that will give us two practice rounds tomorrow.

M: I don’t think I agreed to one for one.

K: You are now wondering if he wants another go. Per the usual, I want a post pic to ensure the cage was returned

…

“All good. Need some time to recover or ready to go?”

What did all good mean? Will she have to give him two favors now? Forget it.

“I think it’s your turn. Maybe a toy?”

“That does sound hot, but you aren’t out for play time, just for you, another orgasm. Let’s get you off, then we can play once the cage is back on.”

“Won’t hear me arguing with cumming again.”

“I didn’t figure I would.”

She started gently tracing around my dick and had a mischievous smile. Her delicate touch felt incredible. Then her look shifted to one of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just a thought.”

“You looked concerned. What’s up?”

“Well, sweetie, earlier you came so quick I didn’t really get to see you hard. But, uh, now you feel hard, but different.”

“Different how?”

“It looks smaller, but I think that’s residual from the cage. Before it was this hard, raging, hairy appendage, now it’s not smaller, but more delicate, maybe.“

Not exactly the description you want of your dick. My face turned red with embarrassment.

“Oh, sweetie. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure it’s just the cage. I’m still having fun playing with it, and I assume this feels good? That’s what matters, right?”

“It does. I just feel self-conscious about it now.”

“Here, let’s cover it up, then finish.”

With that, she pulled my panties up. Her hand felt even better through these, but it made me miss the softness of the pair last time. I was torn between asking her and not asking her.

“What’s wrong?”

I guess she could sense the hesitation.

“Well, uh. I have a request?”

“Of course. This is for you. Whatever you want.”

“Your panties felt better. Would it be weird if I slip some on for this?”

“Of course not, sweetie. I have a request of my own.”

“Name it”

“Can I pick?”

“As long as they’re soft, go for it.”

Mel ran to her dresser, almost giddy. I instantly felt like my request was a mistake. No one can walk it back now, either, after giving her full control of the selection. Why didn’t I just tell her a pair? I slipped off my current pair as she rummaged around, clearly with a new pair in mind. The shave, nakedness, panty search, and even being without the cage had me feeling exposed. I unconsciously positioned my legs to try to cover myself. In retrospect, I’m sure this looked anything but masculine. Anyway, all that to say, when Mel turned around, she let out a snort before covering her mouth, trying to recover.

“Whatcha doing there, Stephy? Posing for me?”

“I felt exposed, I guess.”

“Well then, you should be eager to slip some panties on. Close your eyes. I don’t want your male pride ruining this.”

I conceded and closed my eyes. She had me step into the panties and pulled them into place. I quickly knew part of the reason she wanted my eyes shut was that the back of the panties was definitely not briefs, somewhere in the thong family. I didn’t even care about the thong when I felt the material against my skin, though. Soft was an understatement. These were practically silky yet still as supportive and clingy as that first pair he’d worn. When she touched me through them, it’s a wonder I didn’t immediately cum. It was erotic between not being able to see and the feeling. She whispered for me to lie on my side as she guided me toward the bed. She continued to touch me through the panties once we lay down barely. The circular motion was driving me wild.

“Remember, trust me,” she whispered again before removing her hand temporarily.

Then she guided my hand down to start making the same small circle motion myself. It still felt incredible, but I yearned for her touch. Right then, she moved my hand down to my balls to barely trace them. She made one more circle with her fingers, then I felt it. One of her vibrators pressed against my dick. My legs reflexively clinched and a yelp came out. The vibe couldn’t have been on for 10 seconds before a different type of orgasm hit me.

“Well, I guess you liked that. You can open your eyes now.”

I opened my eyes to see I was facing our dresser mirror. The color must have drained from my face as Mel tried to explain.

“Sorry, I wanted to watch. And I really wanted to see you in these!“

I heard her, but was too fixed on the emasculating image staring back at me. First of all, I now knew my eyes weren’t closed because it was a thong. They were closed because it was a tiny, hot-pink thong. One I’d always loved seeing Mel in. On top of that, I fit into it completely. I guess in my head, I would open my eyes to my balls hanging out or my dick poking out of the top. But no, in my post orgasm state, I made next to no bulge. The material was wet with my cum and compressing my “manhood” tight to my body.

“Since those seem to have you well contained, I think you can go down on me without the cage. It can be our tiny secret for releases moving forward. How’s that sound?”

I didn’t like the tiny comment, but I definitely didn’t want to argue against more time out.

“I’m in.”

She smirked and said, “Get to licking.”

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

K: Still at it?

K: Surprised I haven’t heard back

K: Guess he lasts longer this go

M: My bad. Just saw these. All done

K: And my proof?

M: Give me a little bit. In the middle of something

K: Middle of getting yours, I’m sure. Still need the pic

M: Really

K: Yep, since it took so long, allegedly, my patience is thin. Next minute, or someone at the office finds out a detail tomorrow.

M: I don’t have a back in cage pic yet, but I do have a post orgasm back in panties pic?

K: Maybe. Let’s see

M: Sent

K: Holy shit! Looks like Stephys clitty fits well in those panties. He chose to wear those? Are they wet?

M: He came in them if you must know. He didn’t choose them. I had him close his eyes when I picked them. They’re very small, which is the only reason he fits in them. He’s much larger than a clit

K: Yea sure. He’s got a real hog on him. Did you say he came in them?

M: Yep. They’re very soft and silky. He thoroughly enjoyed them.

K: So was he poking out of them or anything when he “thoroughly” enjoyed them?

M: Well, no. I’m sure, just because he wasn’t as firm as usual

K: Or just your change in perspective

M: How so?

K: Now that he has the right cage, there’s no way he’s shrinking. It’s not possible. So the only other change is your perspective. You went from touching his penis multiple times a week to now only touching his penis when you touch my cock. And let’s be honest with each other. Mine looks different than Stephys (hair, shape, feel, attire). Hints at the difference in perspective

M: That actually makes sense. I wonder if I should just explain that to Steph. I think I embarrassed him earlier…

K: Maybe. What happened?

M: I made a face while rubbing him, and when he noticed, I told him it felt different than usual.

K: How’d that embarrass him? Seems like a thoughtful observation

M: Well, he asked what I meant and…I told him it felt more delicate now than it used to. Then he was so embarrassed, I thought covering up would help him be able to get aroused

K: Damn. Delicate. That’s rough. Yes, please explain that it’s just a different perspective. It’s a wonder he could get hard again after that.

M: Hard’s a stretch

K: Oh

M: I shouldn’t have said that

K: It’s okay. Got to vent somewhere. I’m here to help. If he didn’t get hard, how’d he make a mess of those panties?

M: Listen, you cannot repeat this or rib him for it. He can’t take it.

K: understood

M: I rubbed him through them for a bit, but he wasn’t getting hard. So I had him try, while I got a backup plan. When he still didn’t get hard, I had him tease his balls while I used a clit vibe on him. He came hard. Well, orgasmed hard. I didn’t really feel him cum as much heard him and saw the panties turning dark

K: Now, tell me you don’t feel better after talking that out.

M: I do. Thank you

K: One more question. And only because I’m working on a way to get him some relief that doesn’t make him regret the cost. How’d you rub him in panties if he wasn’t hard?

M: Well. I guess the only way I’m used to getting off is in panties. I rubbed him in a circle with my fingertips

K: So like your clit? I’m not gonna make a joke. Just confirming

M: Yea it was. That’s what made me think of the clit vibe, honestly.

K: Perfect. Anything else to get off your chest?

M: Yeah. Talking to you daily is giving me a warped sense of humor

K: You’re welcome. Why? What happened?

M: oh while we were being intimate, I’d asked Stephy if he wanted to keep the panty play for future releases, and he innocently replied “im in” while standing in those pink panties. It took all I could do not to say, “yea you are. Just in panties, not my pussy” so I just smirked and told him to get to licking

K: That’s hysterical. I’m sorry, Stephys may not appreciate our humor. See you tomorrow. Looking forward to our “practice.”

M: I bet you are. Works out very well for you!

…

The next day at work, Knox was way too nice. I knew he knew too much to be this kind. And I assumed at this point he’d received 2 orgasms at my wife’s hands that morning. Especially since he was late, I couldn’t decide whether to avoid him or confront him. Could we be turning a corner, or is this some kind of mind game?

I landed on avoidance, which, given his popularity, meant me holing up in my office most of the day. Which works out anyway, given Mel had talked me into another skimpier pair today, claiming seeing me in the thong last night had been so hot for her. I was in a lacy black pair she picked out, but didn’t want to see me in until that evening. They looked ridiculous, but the taboo of them had me hot all day. About midday, I noticed the telltale precum string when I went to pee. How? I’d been released and got off twice just yesterday. Were these undies really making me this turned on? I cleaned up, hoping it was a one-off, and went about my day.

That evening, when Mel got home, she practically demanded I strip. I wasn’t arguing and quickly was down to my panties. As soon as my lacy attire came into view, she had a seductive smirk on her face. She had been matching my strip and was also down to her panties. If this all weren’t so hot, it would have been more embarrassing that she wore a matching pair in red. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled my face without even removing her panties. She just moved them to the side for me to start licking while she ground herself on my face. This was so hot I could feel myself leaking some again. After her first orgasm, she started talking.

“So I was talking to Knox this morning.”

Great, really wanted to discuss this now.

“I told him I thought I’d hurt your feelings when I referred to you as delicate. He had an explanation that made sense.”

Keep in mind, I can’t stop this conversation as she’s still sitting on my face grinding while I lick her toward orgasm two.

“He said for you not to worry. You can’t be any smaller, and I thought it was more delicate because of a change in perspective. You see, since we went from fooling around multiple times a week to me only touching you for releases, which you are so kindly spacing out as much as possible, my perspective of your penis has changed. And there are multiple factors. You keep shaving now, when I do touch it, it’s coming out of a cage and is a different shape than your dick was. I often see it in delicate panties like these. You have one. And I only handle yours within the same day, or so I handle his, which hasn’t been in a cage, so it’s always so angry, hard, hairy, and in boxer briefs. So you see, it’s not that it’s smaller, I just see it differently now. Doesn’t that make you feel better?” She finished while getting up

“Oh, I’ll take your leaking as a yes. Your cummies are cute in the lace. See, just like that! I’d never called you cum cummies before seeing it like that.”

What would be worse? Argue that it was just the panties making me cum?

“I started leaking while you were orgasming.”

“That’s so sweet. We will need to keep an eye on it, though. If you’re still backed up, you may need another release. Get cleaned up while I work on dinner.”

…

M: Okay. Thank you again

K: I was about to send you the same message

M: Wait, why

K: For someone practicing, those were damn good bjs

M: Thanks. I’m rather proud if I impressed you on the first try. Do I still need practice?

K: Oh yeah. Gotta stay fresh, and we will work on some new tricks now that I know you’re so talented. Anyway. You thanked me. What for?

M: I told Steph he couldn’t be any smaller; it was just my perspective change. He seemed to appreciate that. Probably didn’t hurt, I jumped him when he got home and rode his face to a couple of orgasms while I explained. He even leaked some cummies from finding out he isn’t getting smaller

K: Good for him. Since he came with your clit vibe soft. I’m curious if he can be caged. If he can, then you could let him cum that way in between releases so he doesn’t get so backed up. Since you don’t need a key, he doesn’t have to feel like those orgasms are tied to mine.

M: So I wouldn’t be giving you a bj if he’s caged?

K: We can talk about it. I thought it would still be good practice, but you don’t have to tell Stephy all those details. Just let him enjoy the caged orgasms stress-free. I’d told you the other day I was trying to find a way to help with that. Then, hearing he’s able to cum soft, this just made too much sense.

M: It’s thoughtful that you’ve been trying to solve that for him. I say let’s give it a whirl. Maybe once a week, caged, then once a month, released would help. That’s a lot closer to how much he used to cum. I’ll let you know how it goes!

…

The following week felt mostly normal. Mel had convinced me to keep some of her undies in my rotation after how much she enjoyed the pink pair and lace pair. That Friday, I happened to wear the pair that started it all. The white briefs I now recognize had a pink bow (not white). When I got home, Mel was clearly in the mood. As we made our way to bed, she insisted I strip down to my panties to go down on her. She, of course, noticed today’s panties.

“Those are meaningful. Love the pick. You look good in them. Now get to it!”

I went down on her. After her first orgasm, she handed me a vibrator. I assumed for her second orgasm. She giggled when I touched her lips.

“No, sweetie, this is for me,” she said, handing me my least favorite dildo. It’s large, life-like color with balls, and the biggest issue is that she’s accidentally called out her ex’s name more than once when we’ve used it. I was rather confused about the vibe. Maybe her clit. She answered before I could move.

“I want the cock inside me. Hold the vibe against you while you work that cock in and out of me. I want you to enjoy this, too.”

I tried to hold the vibe and work the dildo, but couldn’t make the balance work. She just giggled again.

“Sweetie, squeeze your legs together to hold the vibe in place.”

Sure enough, it worked and increased the sensation exponentially. I kinda quivered, and my breath caught.

“See, there you go. Now just enjoy while you get me off.”

The feeling was erotic and honestly made it hard to concentrate on getting her off with the dildo. I guess that’s why I didn’t notice her organs approaching until she grabbed my hands, shoving them to the balls as she yelled.

“Yes! Yes, Jon, Yes!

I reached down to turn off the vibe and realized something incredible. I’d cum when she did.

“Oh, wow, sweetie. I didn’t know you could cum in the cage.”

“Me either.”

“Did it feel good?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful news!”

“It is?”

“Well, yeah. If you can cum like this, we can fool around between releases. Maybe do this once a week to keep you less backed up. No key, so no Knox. Then, when you get released, we can play longer before you cum since you won’t be so on edge.”

“That does sound nice.”

…

M: Success. He can cum in his cage

K: Wow. That’s great news. Once again, I’m impressed. I thought it would take longer. Care to share?

M: I’m sure you’d like that. It wasn’t anything that exciting. Had him back in that first white pair of panties with a bow while we went down on me. Then had him hold a vibe against himself while he did. He’s so relieved to get more action, without a cost.

K: That was the goal. So tomorrow, I want you to wear some sexy lingerie for practice

M: Um…why? I won’t be getting naked

K: You will on your wedding night. Need to see the difference your attire can make for both of you.

M: Okay, that’s actually a good point. How’s that going to work with the gym?

K: Can either change into it at the gym or at my place.

…

I must say the new schedule was much better. Once a week, I got to cum without Knox reaping the benefits. It made our intimacy feel just between us. I quickly noticed I couldn’t get there in my cotton panties. They weren’t soft or silky enough, I guess. It had to be on a day I wore Mel’s pick. I also noticed it was definitely cumming and not really an orgasm. I could feel a build from the vibe, but there wasn’t any arousal relief after, just like physical relief.

The first release after was uneventful. I still didn’t last very long, but we had a lot going on that day. So I caged back up after and got Mel off—the next release after was a different story.

Mel insisted on changing in the bathroom while I stripped and sat on the bench at the end of our bed. When she walked out, she was wearing some very sexy red lingerie. A lacy thong bodysuit, meant to highlight all her best features, was driving me wild.

“You ready for your release, sweetie?” Mel practically purred at me

I could only nod, and she dropped to her knees with the key falling between her boobs. The key on a chain was a new touch, and I liked it. She leaned in so close to my dick I could feel her breath on it. She bit her lip as she looked up at me. Instead of taking the key off her neck, she leaned forward to unlock the lock. Her boobs were inches from touching my balls. She smirked a little and raised her eyebrow like she was considering something. She unlocked the lock, then slowly traced a finger from under my balls all the way back to the cage in the front. The proximity and light touching accompanied by the sight of her in this incredible lingerie on her knees was driving me wild with lust. It started to feel a bit too wild. I wasn’t even out of the cage, and she really hadn’t started my handjob, but I swear I could feel that feeling building.

“I can’t wait to wrap my fingers around my man’s hard dick.”

She started working the cage off as she said that, but I was already too far and started cumming.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, as if she felt bad for me. I was desperate for relief and physical touch.

“Please touch it while it finishes, please.”

“Oh, of course, sweetie here,” she said sympathetically. She tried to jack me off, but I never got hard, so she ended up just kinda pinching me back internal as cum oozed out. It felt so good just to be touched that I didn’t care how emasculating the situation was.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your plan. It was all just so hot, and it’s been so long, “ I said as I came down.

“No, this was perfect, sweetie. Did that feel good?”

“So good. Thank you, babe. Here it’s definitely your turn.”

“Oh, um. I’m good. This was really just for you this time, anyway.”

“But you’re already in such hot lingerie. How about I peel it off of you and show you a good time. Maybe spice it up with a toy?”

“No thanks. I just wanted to give you a good time. I’d rather not get all hot and horny in it now. Then it would need to be washed. I’m gonna go clean up.”

With that, she slipped my cage back on, took my post pic, and gave me a peck kiss on my forehead before heading to the bathroom.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: Post pic. I’ll see you tomorrow with the key

K: And the facial pic?

M: No facial

K: You know what that means?

M: Yes. You get to pick a new cage for the next release

K: Hey, at least you got some, right?

M: Well. Not exactly

K: Thought he always went down on you after. What happened?

M: It’s nothing

K: Just trying to help. Gotta talk about it somewhere. How’d it go?

M: Ugh. So I wore the new lingerie. Made a production of the reveal. Talked dirty about getting to hold his dick as we’ve practiced. Even did the breathe thing. It drove him wild. But made him a little too excited. He started cumming as I took the cage off. So no facial as we bet. No cum on the lingerie to need washed even like when you’ve cum.

K: Was he embarrassed and didn’t want to help you out because that’s pretty selfish, all things considered, right now?

M: No, he was willing, but when he came, he was desperate to be touched and begged me to touch him while he finished. I felt bad that he was so desperate and did. But he hadn’t actually gotten hard, so I couldn’t even stroke him. It just ended up being more or less pinching him kinda back inside himself. On top of that, he never really shot cum. It just kinda oozed. It was kinda pathetic. The whole thing just turned me off.

K: Getting blue balled sucks.

M: I uh took care of myself after. I was too pent up from getting dressed not to.

K: Good. Glad you got some relief. You deserve it, given what you are dealing with and what you are doing for Stephy.

M: Yeah. I thought the vibe sessions would help this…

K: Do you want my opinion?

M: Yes

K: The vibe is helping him not be backed up. It’s likely not helping his stamina. If anything, it’s making him more sensitive. But what got you last night was the lingerie and all the tricks. Listen, I’m pretty active. As a result, I have built up stamina. You’re only touching him once a month, and you pulled out all the new tricks. He didn’t stand a chance. It’s not your fault he’s premature right now, but you may have to gear back some so he doesn’t seem so pathetic in comparison. Remember perspective.

M: So what are you saying?

K: I’m saying pick a tactic each month, but maybe save the full court press for the big day. Honestly, with his limited action, I would rule out lingerie altogether for now. You’re a fucking smoke show. That and lingerie would drive anyone wild. And if you really want to prolong the enjoyment for both of you, maybe show less. Take him out with you fully dressed. Then only go down to your panties when it’s time for him to get to work. That way, your body and attire aren’t contributing to his arousal as much.

M: Thanks for the compliment and help

K: Yep. I do have a proposal for you

M: No bets. I’m all good.

K: No, no bet. I want to see you in this lingerie that drove him so wild. As a point of reference between us. So what if you wore that set in the morning? Same routine you did for Stephy. And I give you the facial you were hoping for tonight. In exchange, he can be out of his cage all day on his birthday. Since that’s the next release, it makes sense. Then he gets a good break before the next cage. What do you say?

M: Deal! That’s honestly so considerate of you for Stephy (don’t tell him I said Stephy. lol. He’d get his panties in a twist).

K: No pushback on the facial? Just making sure

M: You’ve cum in my mouth. Pretty sure my face and lingerie can survive.

K: touché

…

The next day, after work, Mel arrived smiling and bouncy, like a teenage girl.

“Have a good day at work, hun?” I asked

“Yea I guess. How was yours?”

“It was okay. You seem really happy this evening.”

“That’s because I have great news. So I was talking to Knox when I returned the key today, and he had the most generous idea. He’s willing to let you stay out of your cage all day for your birthday next month.”

“Wow. What’s the catch?”

“He gets to pick the cage you wear for the month after that. Which I mean, you’re already in one, so who cares, right?”

“I mean, I guess that’s true.”

“I knew you’d agree. I’ll let him know. Hey, sorry I was weird yesterday. I was just in my feels. Would you be down to mess around tonight like you offered last night?”

“Of course!”

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: I let Steph know about his birthday, and he’s super excited

K: Hopefully not too excited

M: Hah. That was funny

K: Speaking of which. This morning…damn

M: I guess you enjoyed?

K: Think you got the facial and dirty lingerie to prove that. Also noticed you seemed to enjoy yourself

M: I’m so embarrassed that happened

K: Why would you be? I’m sure you could tell it made it even hotter for me. Honestly, it’s one of the best techniques to enhance a blowjob. I just never thought we’d get there. I only feel bad that you didn’t finish.

M: STOP! I would never. I just couldn’t help touching myself as hot as everything was. Plus, I did finish on Steph’s face when we got home.

K: Good for you. Put him to work

…

The next stint between releases was mostly fine and uneventful. Since I was getting a day off for my birthday, I had to wait six weeks instead of four. I wasn’t crazy about the wait, but I definitely wanted out. Mel worried she “overdid it” with the weekly vibrator sessions, so we switched to every other week. At week five, the precum oozing returned at an inopportune time. We were both changing to head to dinner. Mel wasn’t wearing lingerie or anything, but she did have on a hot, matching set in black with thong panties. I felt it as soon as I saw her, but unfortunately, she saw it happen as well. Pre-cum oozed out then dangled down.

“Oh, sweetie. Is this too hot for you?”

“No, no, I’m sorry. I think it’s just the longer stint and less weekly help.”

“Don’t blame yourself. I’ve not been very considerate of how seeing me naked would impact you, the longer you’re caged. I’ll start doing better to help sweetie. I’m sorry.”

Not sure, I was blaming myself, but I couldn’t argue with her as she had covered up, grabbed her clothes, and was heading toward our bathroom to finish as she was saying all that.

I didn’t see her even in her underwear for the next two weeks.

…

On my birthday morning, Mel got up to go work out and get the key. Just like the past two weeks, she gathered her clothes to head toward the bathroom to change when she got up.

“Hey, it’s my birthday. You can just change it here. I’ll be released soon anyway.”

“No, it’s fine. I’d hate for you to cum watching me change and have not even made it out of the cage.”

That was a kick in the balls to start the day. I got around knowing she wouldn’t be back until noon. Mel said her boss wouldn’t let her have the whole day, unfortunately. I was a little irritated about losing half of my day, but she couldn’t help it. I guess, in retrospect, I could have at least gotten the key and been unlocked. I started going in that morning, too, to occupy myself, but Mel insisted I take the day to relax.

Sitting around waiting for release was torture. I busied myself with chores just to get my mind off of it. When Mel arrived, she was quite pleased with the house.

“Wow. Gonna make Knox do more of these all-day releases if it gets the whole place cleaned up.”

“Yeah. I needed something to do. So can we get me out?”

“Oh yea of course. Just a sec. I need to change.”

In my head, she was changing into lingerie again. So I stripped down to my cage and sat on the bench like last time. When she emerged, I couldn’t tell you if she had lingerie on, as she had on her around-the-house sweatpants and a t-shirt now. She reached down without saying much, unlocked my cage, and took it away. It was so nonchalant, I definitely wasn’t excited. I’ll give her that.

“Want some lunch, sweetie?”

“Well, I thought we might get in a first round?”

“A first round?”

“Yea since I’m out all day for my birthday. Do it now. Do it some more later…”

“Oh, sweetie. Knox didn’t say anything about getting to cum multiple times. The gift is the time out of the cage.”

“Could we check?”

“Yeah, sure. Why don’t you give him a shout? “

“I kinda thought you could”

“I convinced him to leave you out for your birthday, which was no easy task. Maybe be more grateful for the relief I got you. I mean, I want to cum too. But I came home and immediately changed out of my business attire and matching underwear that makes me feel confident and sexy into period panties and loungewear so that you didn’t get too excited too quick today. Maybe offer to get me off multiple times today to thank me for all my sacrifices instead of asking to cum as soon as I walk in the door.”

I wasn’t ready for the reaction and was caught off guard a bit.

“Or if it’s that important, grow a pair and ask your “bully” yourself. Because he’s been nothing but reasonable and helpful to me throughout this.”

Mel headed toward the kitchen on that note. This whole time I’d been standing there naked. And when I looked down, I was horrified. I guess getting yelled at had caused my already compact package to draw back up closer to how it looks in the cage, except my balls were tight to my body also. Mel hadn’t just chewed me out; she had to have seen me drawing up as it went on, beyond emasculating.

I threw on some joggers and headed to try to recover for the day.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I was self-centered, spending the morning dwelling on getting out. You’re right. You’ve given so much. You definitely don’t have to change because of me. How can we get back on track?”

“Thank you for apologizing. I’m sorry I blew up like that. Just felt a little pent up lately and wanted to enjoy the day too. So I did originally have a plan. Let’s make it a home spa day. Gives us lots of intimate time.”

“Yea that sounds great. What will that involve?”

“Just gotta trust me, or it wouldn’t be a birthday surprise. First up, attire. I’ll grab you a robe and proper panties for a spa day.”

“You changing into a robe and panties too?”

“I can as long as it won’t make you cum “

She said while giving my crotch a squeeze through the joggers.

“I’m good. I promise.”

Mel disappeared to change (the new norm). She returned in a robe, but didn’t appear to have my robe.

“So I thought you or I had another robe, but we do not. You can definitely have this one, but I’ll probably put my sweats back on. Or you could wear just the spa day panties I picked?”

“Can I see the panties first?”

“Nope”

“I’m in,” what the hell. Might as well. Then she pulled them out of her robe pocket. It’s hard to explain, but even with wearing panties, including hers, I’ve made a point to avoid pink ones. Pink accent, flowers, thongs of all colors, all were fine—just no pink, or any pink at all.

These were the worst possible. Hot pink shimmer thong with a bow embroidered on the front. She must have read my face.

“I didn’t just choose these for my entertainment. They’re incredibly soft and comfy. Which I knew you’d enjoy today. Slip them on. If you hate them, I’ll get something more bland.”

“No, these will be perfect. I trust you.”

I slipped them on, and she wasn’t wrong. These felt incredible. Especially right against my balls and dick. I knew I would have to focus to keep from leaking in these.

“Alright, we’re both dressed. What’s next?”

“Gotta have a spa pic for us to remember.”

She snapped a selfie that made me look practically female in these undies. Or at least that’s what I was blaming. Spa continued as you’d expect. Facials, teeth whitening, mani/pedis for each other from each other. Mel spared me anything embarrassing on the polish, going with clear on both. Then we were down to the last two items she hadn’t told me yet. Waxing and massages.

“Alright, let’s get you ready for the waxing.”

“Uh, what am I having waxed?”

“At least where we’d usually shave. I think you should embrace it and expand to the stomach, chest, pits, and legs. Then you would be completely smooth for our massage later.”

The waxing was zero fun—especially the “bikini” area. By the end, I was red, swollen, embarrassed, and suffering some serious shrinkage as a result.

“Aww. Looks like someone’s sleeping after the bikini wax.”

Mel said as she poked what little of me was visible. It just slipped inside of me when she did, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“That’s so cute. It’s like a little innie belly button right now. Here, slip your panties back on for the massage.”

I was so shocked by the innie comment that I let her slip the panties back onto me without hesitation. Thoughts of a massage with a happy ending had faded at that point.

“There,” she was as she brushed the front of my panties.

“That’s much better, cutie! Roll onto your stomach. I’ll start on your back and shoulders.”

The back massage felt incredible. Her straddling me to massage my shoulders led to some panty friction and arousal. I was honestly glad when she told me to turn over, as I wasn’t sure I would have made it much longer without cumming. She, of course, noticed when I turned over.

“Aww. Did little Stephy finally join us? Was starting to wonder.”

She gave it a jiggle through the panties with just a finger. That was enough for a little precum to appear.

“Does that feel good?” She asked as she did it again. I could only nod. This was the most physical contact we’d had. Just a few more jiggles and it happened. I was over the edge and came.

“Happy birthday, sweetie.”

That was my birthday orgasm. Mel was basically tickling/shaking my maybe hard penis through panties as I came. Mel got up as my orgasm faded and picked up her clothes to change back into. I didn’t want this to end.

“Hey, I think I owe you a massage and a happy ending as well?”

“Oh, you definitely do. Just changing so I can take my robe off for the massage.”

It hit me that she wasn’t going to let me see her naked or even just in her undies, even on my birthday. And she thinks it’s being kind to me. What could I say? So I offered the only thing I thought would keep her undressed.

“I could put the cage back on so you can enjoy your massage without worrying about me?”

“Oh, honey, I couldn’t ask you to do that. You’ve only been out a few hours on your birthday.”

“I’m offering. You just gave me an amazing gift. Let me return the favor.”

“You really are amazing, sweetie. Thank you!”

So after a whopping four hours free and one orgasm in panties, I was cleaning up and putting my cage back on. Mel did thoroughly enjoy the massage and multiple orgasms I gave her, though. Wasn’t how I expected my birthday to go, but I did feel very close to Mel, which was nice.

*****

Part 5…

Text conversation between Knox and Mel:

M: Cage pic post birthday

K: Decide to call it early? Figured he would want to get as much time out and as many orgasms as possible.

M: ugh. I felt bad for lying about work so we could have the morning to practice today, so I planned to make it special for him. He was ready to go as soon as I got home. I was still wearing the lingerie from our session, so I knew I needed to change for multiple reasons. So I throw on some comfies only to emerge to him sitting on the bench at our bed naked. No, let’s have lunch or maybe put on some moves on. It would be like if you walked in this morning with your dick out and just said get to your sucking practice. Anyway. So I unlocked him and tried to head to the other room for some space. He then asked if I was ready for round one. Um, excuse me?! So I blew up. Said mean things and claimed there was no exception to the one orgasm of relief. Told him being out was the gift.

K: Wow. The gall. After all you do for him. Why did you say you went too far? All seems reasonable to me, and it sounds like he still got some.

M: He was pressuring me to ask you for permission for him to cum more than once. By that point, I’d already yelled at him naked long enough he’d kinda drawn up from embarrassment. I told him to ask him directly.

K: Good. But you salvaged the day?

M: Yep. Instead of him getting to do what he wanted, we had a spa day. Mani/pedis, facials, massages, the works.

K: You both have fun? I hate that you get so worked up here and don’t orgasm.

M: Yeah. He came first (shocker), and then I came a bunch.

K: New scheduled and approach help his sensitivity?

M: uh…it’s hard to say

K: How so?

M: I mean, he was out and didn’t cum for four hours, but when he did, I wasn’t expecting it, and I don’t think he was hard all the way

K: Sounds like an improvement in stamina. What was the issue with the erection?

M: Well, after the wax, he seemed embarrassed because his balls drew up and he was kinda flat. I slipped his panties back on him so he’d quit focusing on that during the massage. He got excited during the massage (which by then I was glad to see), so I kinda jiggled/tickled him through the panties. He liked it, so I kept going, thinking he’d get hard. Then he came from that. And I’m not sure he was hard, or that wouldn’t have been possible, right?

K: I’m sure he was hard. Listen, this is another one of those differences in perspective. You spent over two hours this morning touching, holding, gripping, and stroking mine. Then went home to his, which you likely both made a point to avoid getting hard. Typically, you would be in contact with mine for about 30 minutes, then you wouldn’t see him for the rest of the day.

M: I’m sure you’re right. Why didn’t I think about that? So am I picking up the new cage on Monday?

K: I won’t push the issue, but to honor the deal, I feel like it should be tomorrow. I originally felt kinda bad about the deal, but hearing how everything went down, I think this will be fair. So, on his birthday, he gets to pick what happens next. I have two new cages. He must wear both for one week (with pictures, of course), then he can decide which deal to take. Option one is to leave the first cage on for a month from the time it’s placed back on, then he can return to his current cage after release. Option two is to keep the second cage moving forward. In either case, his next release isn’t due for 6 weeks. I think I prefer that schedule as well. Here are pics and a video on how to put on the first one.

M: Um, the fufu clip says it’s for transgender pre op women. Which he is not.

K: It also says sissys

M: Which he is not

K: Don’t get hung up on words. He fits in panties. He cums in panties. He’s not allowed inside you. For now, he could be called a sissy. Plus, unless he picks that cage, it’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a week.

M: And don’t think I don’t see the little pussy lips on the second one.

K: So I’m trying to help there. With you mentioning him cumming as you removed the cage recently, that tells me he’s getting aroused in there. If that happens too much, it will be the same problem as the first cage and cause damage. At this size, they are either all lips, stars, jewels, or something, or completely flat. Which would be fine if he were getting out regularly, but for long durations, it could cause erectile dysfunction.

M: Oh, Knox. I didn’t realize you’d done all this research for the new care. That’s kinda sweet you care so much.

K: I know I forced the start of this, but I don’t want to hurt anyone

M: No, we forced this when I tried to dupe you. I was going to push for Monday, but I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow.

K: Oh, I’m not going to the gym. It’s Saturday. lol. Just come on over. Will I have breakfast ready for us at, say, 8?

M: Sounds good. With coffee please

…

The next morning, I thought we were both sleeping in. Mel woke me with a kiss when she told me she was going to workout and get the new cage. I was too sleepy to ask questions or argue, so I just said, “Okay, love you,” as she left.

I was up once she got back. Looked like an intense workout as she was pretty sweaty and flush when she walked in. I wasn’t making the same mistake as yesterday by bombarding her with questions. I just made her a coffee while she went to change. She took a long shower before she came out. Must have been a good workout.

“Made you a coffee, babe.”

“Thanks, sweetie.”

“Good workout this morning?”

“Yeah. We did some cardio since it was a bonus day.”

“We?”

“Yea me and Knox. On days I meet up with him to get the keys, it’s easier if we work out together so neither of us is waiting on the other.”

“Oh”

“Oh, sweetie. It’s just a workout. He’s usually there even on days we aren’t meeting. These aren’t anything special. We usually spend it talking about us anyway. Not like we’re going on dates or something. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Speaking of your panties, it’s time to drop them for the new cage.”

That took the wind out of me. I started lowering my sleep shorts and panties while Mel continued. The reality that the cage would be removed without relief this time just hit me as well.

“Okay, listen. There are new cage requirements and options. First, there are two cage options. You must wear each for a week before picking the new cage. I’ll return the key to you in two weeks after you’ve picked it up. Then we can wait the usual month before I request a key. I know that puts you at another 6-week stint. I’m just trying to minimize Knox’s favors if that’s okay?”

“Of course. I’ll be fine in six weeks. Okay, let’s see these new cages.”

“Okay, one more thing. The first cage is a bit much, but if you choose it, you get to go back to it after six weeks. If you choose the second cage, that’s your cage moving forward. Make sense?”

“Yep”

“Okay, close your eyes while I swap cages. One, I don’t want you getting hard when this one comes off. And two, I don’t want you seeing this one until it’s on.”

“Fair enough,” I said and closed my eyes.

“Thanks. Listen, this cage is meant to make you look different. Nothing downstairs is being harmed or changed. Just repositioned.”

“Like a cage that tucks?”

“In a way.”

I felt her take the cage off and start maneuvering me for the new one. She was definitely moving things around as I felt my balls being pushed and skin pulled. She reassured me throughout to trust her. So I did. I knew there had to be more to all this. I’d been given my birthday free and just a new cage to show for it that I picked. I found out quick what the catch was when she was done.

“Oh my goodness, honey.”

“Can I open my eyes?”

“Okay, but remember everything is just rearranged.”

Shocked was an understatement. This explains Knox’s willingness to let me out for my birthday. This was the worst-case scenario. I looked like I had a vagina. I was waxed from yesterday on top of it. I legit looked like a female from the waist down. I was speechless.

“It’s just so cute!” Mel said as she flicked where my penis was. This caused an immediate involuntary moan. Despite the visual mind fuck, there was more of me exposed, or the right parts of me exposed to be easily aroused.

“Oh. Did you like that?”

“It’s like the most sensitive part of my dick is right there. This is awful, but that definitely felt good.”

“Good to know.” She said with a smirk

…

Later that day, we decided to go out for dinner since we’d stayed in on my birthday. Mel gathered up her stuff to change, which was fine with me today. I’d made a point not to let Mel see me in just the panties in this cage. I knew there would be no getting rid of that image of me. I was getting ready to change when Mel chimed in from the bathroom.

“There are supplies in the other bathroom. Slip one in just in case. I know how you keep leaking once you start.”

I dejectedly walked to the other bathroom. She was right, there were definitely supplies. Just pads, not panty liners, in there. Considering I was indeed already dripping some, I couldn’t very well go back in. So I slipped one in my undies. I guess these were at least my cotton ones. I headed back toward our room to get dressed right about the time she was walking out of the bathroom. She had landed on a casual dress that made her look incredible. I tried to compliment her.

“Wow, you look…”

She snorted a chuckle and said

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting this look.”

“What look?”

“Stephy, with the cotton panties, the new cage, and pad, you’ve got the panty bulge of a girl on day one.”

“Day one?”

“Of her period. Why did you get a heavy flow pad?”

“Hun, I don’t know which is which. Just saw there weren’t panty liners and grabbed one. I can grab a liner now that I’m back in here.”

“We’ve got reservations to make. No time. Plus, I think it’s kinda cute. My Stephy’s first period. No sweats just because it’s your period. You’d better have on jeans when you come out.”

Once again, I was frozen in shock, but Mel snapped me out of it from the living room.

“Unless you’d like to borrow a skirt or a dress?”

“Haha. Very funny. I’m getting dressed.”

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: Stephy’s Clit clip pic

K: Now that was funny

M: I try. Do not repeat that. This one’s as traumatic as expected. But it’s definitely kinda cute

K: And I’d bet the panties fit better

M: They fit fine to start

K: Damn

M: Oh, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t think I said it this morning (because someone was too eager for practice), but thank you for breakfast

K: Hell, I thought that was the thank you. lol. You’re most welcome. The least I can do is cook a little breakfast and coffee, given what I get out of the training.

M: See you Monday, Dork!

K: See you Monday, Mel

…

Another week went by, and it was time for the new cage. Once again, Mel got in a Saturday workout to get the cage and key. Not sure why she couldn’t get it yesterday during the workout, but she seemed to enjoy cardio on Saturdays. When she got home, she had a proposition.

“Okay, new cage day. You aren’t going to care about how this one looks, but it is a normal cage. But before I want you to get some relief so I don’t have to wait while you calm down between cages.”

“Works for me.”

“Great. Option 1, you slip on some of my Lulu workout undies, which are very soft, and use the vibrator to get off. Or Option 2 (and my pic), you use your fingers to get you off while wearing these.”

Then she presented sheer black panties. The idea of getting off without a vibrator sounded nice, but it would be embarrassing if I couldn’t get there. It was definitely very sensitive, but how would that work when I couldn’t really stroke?

“I can tell it’s a tough choice. Let’s make a deal. Try the shear today, and you can wear these lulus next Saturday and use the vibrator. How’s that sound?”

“Uh. Yea sure.”

“Yay! I was pulling for the shear.”

She handed me the black panties. These panties are part of a matching set I hadn’t seen since the cage made me so sensitive. If Mel didn’t seem so happy, I would have stopped or pushed back. Just shows how much our intimate relationship had changed that I used to lust after her in the panties that she was so giddy that I was now slipping on. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I slipped a hand into the panties and tried to pull on my dick in the clip. Mel giggled.

“No, sweetie. It doesn’t work like that. You want to rub against it in a circular motion, not stroke like a dick. Some need two fingers, but yours is more one-finger-sized.”

I’d have protested again, but her hand was now on my panties too, guiding my hand on how to do it. My breath caught, and I moaned a little.

“They’re much better. Will you do me a favor now?”

“Uh-huh,” I assumed it would be sexual.

“Put the top on too, please.”

“What?!” I stopped rubbing

“It’s just for me. I want to masturbate too, and I can’t get the thought out. Please”

She pouted as she said it. Between that and knowing saying no would ruin the mood, I relented. The top was a flimsy babydoll top. I’m sure I looked ridiculous, but she was immediately happy. She grabbed her clit vibe and said

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave on my clothes so you don’t cum too quick. I want us both to enjoy this.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, sweetie, you’re doing so much for me. Just let me do this for you.”

So I started back, and she turned on the vibe with her hand down her sweats. I felt so close to her despite the situation. She came a couple of times before I finally did. And it felt like a real orgasm, unlike the caged vibrator ones. The clip seemed to draw out the physical orgasm, but it seemed like less cum just kinda trickled down my skin. Mel spoke first

“That was so hot.”

“Yeah. I’m a little winded after that.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up and into the new cage before you rebound any.”

She pulled my panties down and giggled, looking directly where my dick wasn’t.

“Close those eyes while I clean you up and swap. Remember, you won’t love this one either. Just be warned.”

I felt the clip removed, and an immediate cold rag was taken to me to clean up. The new cage felt snug, but otherwise normal. I heard the lock and her snort.

“Well, can I see the new one?”

“Yep. Check it out!”

She was right. I definitely didn’t like this one either. It was bright pink and had what could only be described as pussy lips on the cap of the cage surrounding the only hole on this one.

“What do you think?” She said while trying to keep from laughing

“I mean, it’s better than the clip, I suppose. The lips are a bit much, but I’m not even surprised by that at this point.”

“And the pink will match your panties for today!” She said, giggling as she handed me the pink panties I had on earlier. These weren’t my first choice, but I hadn’t washed any of our undies. These were the best of the options left to her. She took the usual picture before I slipped them on.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: And as usual, new cage pic. He honestly seemed relieved it wasn’t worse after the clip last week.

K: Good. I was hoping you’d get to avoid explaining that he had to downsize. And…did he go for what we talked about?

M: YES! I had to help him figure it out, but I even convinced him to wear the top too.

K: He didn’t notice me on the top? What did he need help figuring out

M: First of all, STOP! I wiped off the excess before I left your place. And sweet Stephy didn’t know how to pleasure himself in the clip. He was trying to jerk off as you do. Had to show her how to rub it like a clit

K: You make her eat you out at least.

M: No need. Watching was so hot, I just used my clit vibe at the same time, with my clothes on, of course. That really has helped, btw.

K: I’m glad we found a solution for him to last a bit longer. I didn’t get to ask before you left. What did you think of our last technique?

M: I mean, I liked it, but I’m not sure it’s the one for the big night

K: Why? You were very good at it

M: Uh, not sure Stephy is long enough for me to suck between my boobs

K: That’s the beauty of breasts. While my dick basically sat on your chest while you did it, you just slide his further out until he pokes out between them

M: Between what? My nipples?

K: Damn, that was hysterical! I think I’ve officially corrupted your sense of humor. lol

M: Yes, you have

…

Life fell into a groove. I picked the pink cage after a week—pretty obvious choice between the two. Mel added Cardio Saturdays with Knox to her regular workout schedule. It put her in such a good mood that I couldn’t argue. We found a rhythm for releases (at least 6 weeks, sometimes closer to 8). And on toy fun in between (no more than twice) to keep me from leaking. I wish I could say my releases involved better performances, but for the past few, I either came when the cage was removed (just once, okay) or ended up cumming in panties while being played with. The wedding was getting closer, and I was anxious to be done. Both to get out and to recover in time to actually satisfy Mel on our honeymoon.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

K: Hey, M, I need to tell you something that happened today at work. I would have told Stephy directly, but I didn’t want to upset him.

M: Okay…what’s going on? Stephy getting fired or something?

K: Oh, no, of course not. He was seen by someone else in Sales.

M: Seen how?

K: Apparently, Stephy didn’t pick the best bathroom stall, and this guy saw his panties bundled up with his slacks under the stall next to him.

M: Oh no, he will be mortified. He’s worried about that since day one. He’s gonna be right back in the same boat, getting picked on. Did the guy already say something to him?

K: Don’t worry, I convinced the guy he needed to drop it, and no, he hadn’t even approached him yet.

M: Thank you so much for that. How did you manage to do that?

K: Well, I told him I knew, and that was why I had started being nicer to Stephy. He didn’t follow, so I explained that it all started with the gym.

M: You told the guy about the deal?

K: No, not at all. As discussed, we all go to the same gym, but Stephy hasn’t changed her gym. So I’d asked you why, and you’d explained he avoided changing there out of fear of what I would do or say if I saw him undress. I told the guy I’d brushed it off at first and doubled down (to line up with the rocky start to all of this). But you eventually confided in me about Stephy needing to wear the panties for support due to his size. So that was when I changed my approach to try to maintain his confidence. The sales guy understood because that lined up with what he had observed. I explained that if he said anything to Stephy, I would terminate him with cause.

M: Oh, Knox. Thank you so much for sticking up for Stephy. That was so kind. I know you didn’t have to do that. Given the guy had already seen the panties, that was about as good a cover as there could be.

K: Yea it wasn’t perfect. I couldn’t bear the idea of someone you love being hurt. Side note…you might tell him to avoid the stalls on days he’s feeling spicy. The guy probably wouldn’t have noticed if they hadn’t been “bright pink and lacy,” as he described them.

M: Hah. I know what pair they are, then. Someone thinks they’re gonna get to play with their favorite toy tonight. That makes me kinda hot!

K: I’m just glad you two found intimacy that works for you. Have fun. Hey, before this comes to a close soon, I’d like to have you both over for dinner. I’ve got a few desires to close this out.

M: That sounds great. As good as breakfast is, I can’t wait to see how good a dinner you cook. Anything we should cover before talking to Stephy?

K: Yea we will talk about it all tomorrow. I definitely want your approval first!

M: See you tomorrow, and thank you again!

K: Anything for you, M

…

I’d worn some of Mel’s favorite panties today in hopes we could fool around with the vibrator this evening. I wasn’t leaking or anything, just feeling frisky. When I got home, before I could show off my selection, Mel stopped me.

“Sweetie, we need to talk.”

I was immediately freaking out. This was it. She was calling off the wedding or something.

“Why, what’s wrong?

“Nothings wrong. I just need to tell you what Knox let me know happened today at your work.”

“Did that bastard tell someone what was going on finally?”

“First of all. You will not call Knox “that bastard”. He is a kind, sensitive, strong man and friend! Second, as you will hear, he kept this situation from being worse missy.”

Wasn’t crazy about her descriptors of “strong” or referring to me as “Missy.” But I knew I’d struck a nerve.

“You’re right, Mel. I assumed. What did Knox tell you?”

“It’s just so hurtful. I’m half a mind to make you apologize, but we can move on. So, one of your coworkers told Knox that you wear panties from under a stall in the bathroom. And they knew they were panties because someone was feeling spicy and wore her pink lacy thong today.”

I’m sure I was white as a ghost. I’d been so careful, even keeping my panties mid-thigh when I went, if someone else was in there. I knew exactly which trip she was referring to, but had no idea who had seen them.

“Oh no. What am I gonna do? I’m ruined. Who was it?”

“No idea. Knox didn’t say who it was. But he took care of it for you.”

“How’s that?”

“He told the guy it was none of his business what underwear anyone chooses to wear, and he would make sure he was fired if he heard about it from him or anyone else.”

“Oh…”

“Yea and you assumed he had intentionally embarrassed you. Since he’s such a mean person, he’s also invited us to dinner before the big day. Gonna work out the details with him tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I wanted to have some fun since you’d worn a pair I like so much, but I’m just mad now. I’m gonna change. You need to apologize to Knox.”

Yep, she still wasn’t changing in front of me. Last attempt at even seeing her in her panties without the cage was when I came while she was removing the cage. Since that was the second time that occurred, it had basically been decided I couldn’t handle seeing her undressed while caged.

She went to change, and we called it a night.

The next day, when she got home, she shared that our dinner would be that weekend.

*****

Saturday came quick. Mel returned from her now-weekly weekend cardio close to lunch. I fixed us lunch, and she spent most of the afternoon getting ready like we were going on a date. When she stepped into the living room, she was absolutely stunning. Perfect curl to her hair, pants, and shirt that showed off how toned she was, hugging her in all the right places. And heels that could not be comfortable, but definitely added to her sex appeal.

“Wow. You look stunning and so damn hot!”

“Easy there, sweetie. We don’t have time for you to change your panties if you get wet.”

When we got to Knox’s place, he also complimented her looks, but it was received much differently.

“M, you look fit and toned in this. You can really see the product of all your hard work in this outfit.”

“Oh my gosh, thanks! That’s so sweet of you to notice and say something.”

“How could I not. Stephy, I can’t believe you would let your fiancé out of the house as hot as she is! You guys come in. Dinners are finishing up.”

I leaned over to Mel, “M? Where did that come from?”

“You freaked out when he called me Mel, and I don’t like my full name. So one day he just started calling me M. Don’t be weird about it.”

One of her college exes called her M, and she always said she hated it. But I guess at least that meant Mel was just for us. Dinner went well. Honestly, he’s an excellent cook after we headed toward his den to talk and drink some more.

Mel spoke up as we settled in.

“Thanks again for this, Knox, and for standing up for Stephy. It means so much. Did you clear the air this week?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, M?”

“Stephy, did you not apologize this week?”

“No, I couldn’t bring myself to.”

“I’m lost, apologize for what?”

“When I started to tell him about the pantie incident, he assumed it was you spreading a rumor instead of his own oversight that exposed him. Called you a bastard even.”

“Wow. I know we have history, but come on, man.”

“I know. I was disappointed, too.”

I finally chimed in, “Knox. I assumed you were to blame, and you weren’t. I apologize.”Surely that would end it.

“And thank him for having your back, too.”

“No need, M. I actually think he can make it up to me instead. This is as good a time as any. I have a few requirements to end this deal. Stephy, before I start, remember M has already agreed to these final stipulations, so let’s avoid the ‘I’m taking a stand’ and just hear out the options and requirements. Sound good?”

“Sure,” I said while Mel nodded her head a bit too enthusiastically.

“Okay, so first of all, I’d like M before the wedding, to tell one of her friends that you wore a cage to ensure you both weren’t tempted to persuade each other into sex before the wedding. And they have to believe it. No joke at the bachelorette party that just gets dismissed.”

“What?!”

“Sweetie, you agreed to listen. Plus, I think it would be sweet to show one of my friends your dedication to our vows. If anything, this one makes you look even better. I already know which friend it will be.”

“Okay. I trust you, babe. What else, Knox?”

“Next, M will get the key on the day of the wedding. More specifically, at the wedding, which I will attend.”

“Sounds good. And that’s it?“

“Not quite. I have honeymoon options. You get to pick, so hear them out. Three options that all align with our approach this past year. First option, you wear your birthday clip you enjoyed so much for the honeymoon, you have all the sex you guys can handle, just making sure to go back in the clip each time in between. You also get to wear whatever underwear you want with this option.”

“Hard pass,” I chimed in.

“As expected. Option two: You wear a new cage once you guys clear security. It’s smaller than your current, but doesn’t have the feminine aesthetic on the front. Instead, it is flat so that a clone of a cock (of yours truly) can be attached to it. Same as before, have all the sex you can handle, but you must start each round with the clock a cock attached until M gets off. With this option, you must continue to wear panties unless you want only to have sex with the attachment.”

“ You want us to have sex with a dildo modeled after you?”

“Honey, this isn’t a bad option. I’d planned to bring a toy or two anyway. I know you haven’t seen it yet, but it’s not as bad as the other clone a cock you avoid. Plus, we just started with it. No biggie. I mean, unless you want out of the panties badly enough to stay locked for our honeymoon.”

“No, of course not. Okay, what’s my last option? “

“Last option is no panties, no cage, and all the sex you can handle, but for each orgasm of yours, we add time onto your stay in the cage when you return. And I get the same number of orgasms from M.”

“Do you want the two of us to discuss options, sweetie? As Knox shared, I already agreed with the plan as a fair way to close this out.”

“I don’t want you having to give him anymore handjobs against your will. I’m good with option two if you are. And I definitely want to be able to have sex, so I’ll wear the panties.”

“I’m good as long as you are.”

“Great selection and my personal favorite. Now let’s get another round and just enjoy the evening.”

…

Text conversation the next day between Mel and Knox

M: Had a great time last night. Thank you for having us

K: The least I can do. I’ll say again. You looked drop-dead gorgeous last night.

M: oh geez. You’re making me blush over here

K: I did want to thank you for openly supporting the plan. I’m not sure he’d have gone for it without me forcing it otherwise.

M: Of course. As I said, it all sounds more than fair. Just realized we didn’t hash out a critical detail. When am I picking up the new cage and your portable cock.

K: That’s a funny description. lol. Next Saturday work? I know that’s your bachelorette party that evening. I also have a proposal, and it’s completely up to you.

M: Yea I still planned to get our “cardio” in that morning. Works for me. What’s the proposal?

K: I’d like to give you a wedding gift. I know brides-to-be can sometimes have one more hookup or maybe an illicit encounter with a stranger or stripper. Are bachelorette parties supposed to be for one more wild night, right?

M: Yea…?

K: What if instead of practicing for your wedding night bj that Saturday, I show you a good time?

M: You want to go down on me?

K: Well yea, but more specifically, I’m proposing we hookup. You know what to expect from me; there’s no pressure that evening to do anything but have fun, and your party guests aren’t able to hold some stripper bj over your head for the next ten years. like I said. Completely up to you.

M: Am I a bad person if I’m interested?

K: Of course not. It’s what those are for. I’m sure Stephy would have let some skank tickle his clitty, if he wasn’t caged at his.

M: “tickle his clitty” -DEAD. It does feel like it would take that pressure off the evening, and I know you aren’t going to be weird or cruel about it after…I’m in.

K: Perfect! And yes, I’ll still make breakfast. Maybe with screwdrivers and coffee, though.

M: Um, excuse me. That will be mimosas. I’m getting married, sir

K: My apologies. Mimosas, it is my lady

…

Mel let me know on Friday that her college roommate (Tiffany) would be staying with us that night before her bachelorette party on Saturday. She was coming into town early, so it just made sense. When she went to pick her up, she dropped it on me that she was telling Tiffany about my “virtuous chastity pledge”. This was the worst-case scenario to me. Of all Mel’s friends, Tiffany liked me the least. She always seemed bored by me, and I think she wished Mel had continued dating more lunks.

“It makes sense, babe. She’s always hard on you, so what better way to show how much you’re willing to do for me? Plus, she doesn’t interact with our local friends, so you won’t have to hear about it all the time.”

“I just feel like she’s going to have a field day with it.”

“And she probably will for what, the next week?”

“True. Are you planning to tell her today? “

“Yea I figured this evening when it made sense.”

“Oh, I thought you’d wait as long as possible.”

“So that it can be fresh on her mind at the rehearsal dinner and wedding?”

“Good point. Hey, I trust you.”

“Thanks, babe. Be back soon!”

When they got back, we hung out in our living room with a few drinks. I made a round of their favorite margs, and I was nursing a beer. After we made the usual chit chat about wedding prep, Mel and Tiffany’s work, and old college friend gossip, Tiffany turned to me.

“So Steph. Mel tells me you took extreme measures to ensure your wedding night was special.”

“Oh, Tiff, don’t start.” Mel tried to deflect.

“Just a quick request, and I’ll move on.”

“It’s Fine. Like you said, Mel. Let’s just get it over with.”

“Perfect. So Mel told me you guys weren’t having sex until marriage after I pestered her about how you are in bed. And I believe you haven’t had sex. Otherwise, Mel would have seen you for the dud I’m sure you are at sex.”

“Tiff!”

“I keep her quite satisfied without sex right now.”

“Yes, he does!”

“Oh, I’m sure he eats pussy with the best of them, but that’s not the point. I’m not buying that you’re wearing a cage all the time. Maybe as a kink, but not 24/7. So, just this once, show me.”

“What? No. Why do I need to prove what I never needed you to know?”

“Well, Mel also said she wanted to be able to tell someone, but didn’t want your local friends in the know. She assumes they would wear you out over it, and I’m sure they would. So this is it. Prove me wrong, or I’ll hint at it at the party.”

“Fine. Just let me go to the restroom real quick.”

“So you can slip it on, no. Let’s see this virtuous cage.”

“Oh, sweetie, just drop your pants and end this. I’m ready for another round of margs and to get bc to have fun.”

Well, with Mel getting annoyed and Tiffany insisting I was corner. I stood up, hooked my thumbs in the waist of both my sweat pants and my panties, and pulled them down. I tried to wad up the sweats as they came down, in hopes that it obscured the panties enough they might just look like dark blue briefs. Thankfully, Tiffany was too in shock about the cage.

“MEL! You did not tell me it was pink with little pussy lips on it. That things tiny thing. Have you verified there’s a cock behind it?”

“Yes, Tiff, he has a penis.”

“Can I pull my pants up to make some more drinks now?”

“Go for it. I’ll hand it to you that is dedication. I’m sure Mel has zero desire to fuck you in that.”

I reached down to grab the pants, but somehow only grabbed the panties. There was no mistaking them without coverage. Between the lack of a fly, the little bow at the waistband, and the lacy leg holes, it was obvious, and Tiffany noticed.

“AH! Geez, Mel, is he wearing panties too?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” I replied and corrected the pants.

“Mel?”

I could see Mel trying to think through an exit before she spoke.

“Well, I guess this will be one less problem this week. Yes, Stephy wears panties. They were the only undies that kept the cage from bouncing around and hurting him. Honestly, it’s good you found out. Now I don’t have to hide his laundry this week.”

I knew there was no getting out of it, but just hearing Mel confirm it made it real. I made another round of drinks, dropped them off, and excused myself to our room. I couldn’t face her after that. Thankfully, the party was the next day, so I wouldn’t have to face her until maybe Sunday. At least this part of the deal was done.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox on Friday evening

M: College roommate(Tiff) has seen the cage

K: Wow. I just thought you’d tell her

M: She had to see to believe. And she definitely did after she saw his panties

K: Damn. How’d Steph handle that?

M: Poor things, so embarrassed he left Tiff and me to drink alone. We’ve had several now. Would you be mad if I accidentally shared what we’ve been working on with her?

K: Not at all. Probably helps for you to have someone to talk to us through. What all did you tell her? What did she say?

M: She said training for a BJ seemed silly

M: Hey, this Tiff. That’s not what I said. I said training to give anything small enough to fit in that cage a bj was a waste, but at least she had been getting to suck a real dick the past year. And I told her I was proud she was getting hers tomorrow. That should probably be a more permanent arrangement, but that’s none of my business.

K: Nice to meet you, Tiff. I can tell I already like you. You two have fun, and I’ll see you in the morning, Mel!

…

I heard more than one outburst of squealing laughter after I retreated to our room. I guess at least they were having a good time. Mel never did come to bed. I only heard her come in that morning long enough to get her workout/shopping clothes and kiss me on the forehead.

“Sorry, sweetie. Fell asleep watching trash tv in the living room with Tiff. See you sometime tomorrow. Love ya”

I mumbled back an “I love you” and rolled over—no need to hurry around. I’d hoped that if I waited long enough, Tiff would be gone too. She was still there when I emerged. For the most part, it was fine. She asked if I wanted to borrow her panties too, if I preferred thongs or cheekie undies better, and if I wanted to borrow some of her mascara for the wedding, blah, blah, blah.

“I’m heading out soon. Do you know where Mel put her clothes for later? She said we were meeting at Sarah’s house anyway, so she was just gonna get around there.”

“Yea she had everything in the bathroom.”

“Found it. Serious question.”

“Okay?”

“Do you share a pantie drawer? She said she needed some and didn’t have any in here.”

“Yes. Top long drawer.”

“Oh wow. Look at the selections!”

“I think we got two of everything Aerie or Victoria’s Secret sells.”

“Guess that’s one advantage of having two people who can wear the same size panties. Hey, listen, Mel’s into you in panties, or she wouldn’t still be here. Do me a favor. Let me pick a pair for you to put on, and I’ll send her a picture like a bachelorette party reminder. I’ll tell her she has to do the same for you before your party tonight.”

“No way I’m letting you take a picture of me on your phone.”

“Of course not. We will use yours. After talking to her for half the night, I can tell you she will enjoy this.”

I didn’t trust Tiffany in the slightest, but I definitely wanted to please Mel.

“Fine. Let’s hurry before I come to my senses.”

“Yay! These are for you.”

She handed me some mauve-pink, silky panties with flowers and lace. One of our many purchases, but a pair I hadn’t seen Mel in. I turned toward the bathroom, but Tiffany stopped me, saying I could change in there, especially since the picture would be in only the panties anyway. Of course, I’d changed panties this morning after leaking some overnight. I’d be embarrassed about her seeing me in another pair, but she was about to anyway. I dropped my gym shorts and started lowering the green “period panties” as Mel had taken to calling them.

“Wow,” Tiffany spoke up.

“What?”

“Nothing, sorry.”

I slipped on the much more feminine panties she handed me, but I wasn’t sure what to do. Tiffany posed me in a couple of different ways before she was satisfied. All of which seemed to minimize the bulge of my cage or hide it further. She could see the hesitation on my face as I viewed them.

“I promise she’s going to love this. Here I’ll pick. These two are the ones. With the caption, Don’t forget what’s waiting for you at home.”

“If you say so.”

“There. I hit send. I gotta go. Have fun tonight. We sure will.”

…

Text conversation between Tiffany and Mel

T: How’d you like my surprise?

M: I knew you put him up to that! A stark contrast to my past TWO hours.

T: I need details! Last time I text you were having breakfast

M: GIRL! I need to tell all. Hey, can you run back to my house for a clean bra

T: Sure, I’m just around the corner.

…

I felt so revved up after the picture and Mel’s reply that she couldn’t wait for our wedding night. I had to do something to come down. So I grabbed the vibrator I usually use on the cage, lay down on the bed, put it between my thighs, and turned it on. With these panties, it felt incredible just from the small contact of skin on my dick and balls. I shut my eyes and imagined how amazing our wedding night and honeymoon would be. About the time I let out a moan, I heard Tiffany giggle. Oh no! I shot up as my eyes opened.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Was just swinging back for her a bra.”

“I’m sorry. Oh god”

“No, you’re good girlie. We gotta get off somehow. I was actually almost out of here, but you caught me off guard. I’m actually gone this time, I promise.”

…

Text conversation between Tiffany and Mel

T: Bra and attached entertainment secured. I walked in on that. Guess I’m the only one of us three girls who hasn’t gotten some today

M: STOP! AH!

T: Okay, now spill before we meet up and are around everyone who can’t know

M: Oh my god. Where do I start? First off, Knox is not like the meatheads from college. After we ate the breakfast he cooked us (in nothing but an apron, I might add), he started by going down on me until I came. Which didn’t take long since I knew what was waiting for me. Then he lifted me and fucked me against the wall. Like legs wrapped around him. You know, because he’s already hard just from going down on me. I knew he had a nice cock from the sessions, but I swear it was even bigger today. I think his head may be bigger than Stephy’s whole penis. And it’s certainly as big as his little balls. He filled me up even like that. I came again, so we moved to the bed. At some point to took my bra off, but tore a strap along the way. He just kept going, and I just kept cumming. I started to feel bad, but then you had Stephy send those pics. So we just got in another round. This was the best bachelorette party idea. See you soon if he lets me get dressed.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox later that evening

M: Can I just say best idea ever, getting the last hooray out of the way pre-party. I’m actually able to have a good time and enjoy the evening. Plus, because I told Tiff she covered with the rest, I went out last night chasing boys one last time.

K: Glad I could be of service. I had an incredible time. You’re an absolute goddess in bed. Hopefully, I showed you a great time.

M: A great time? No. Try the best sex of my life. Pretty sure I’ll be using today as the highlight reel anytime I can use your clone a cock to get off.

K: Damn

M: Sorry, a little drunk. Maybe that was too much

K: No, not at all. Glad I could make the all-time highlight reel

…

A little while later

M: Okay, I need your input on something. You up?

K: Yea shoot

M: So I was thinking, it’s my bachelorette party all the way until I go home, right?

K: Sure. Why did you get some of your friends arguing about which diner to go to?

M: Not quite. We made it to our hotel, but I’m not ready to sleep

K: What do you want to do?

M: Catch a ride to your place

K: Let me know where you’re at, and I’ll pick you up

M: sent you a pin

K: I know where that’s at. See you in 10 minutes

…

Text conversation the next morning between Tiffany and Mel

M: Can you come pick me up?

T: UM, where are you?

M: Sent you a pin

T: And where is that?

M: Knox’s place

T: AH! Babe…did you need more?

M: Just figured since this was the last chance, and my party pass wasn’t over until I went home. Might as well.

T: Good for you. See you soon. Have you ever sent Stephy a photo of him? I promised you would.

M: Yeah…I feel bad for that

T: Why?

M: Knox talked me into sending him a picture of me wearing what I slipped on between rounds last night. Knox’s shirt and the panties you brought me.

T: Oh, that’s perfect!

…

My bachelor party was pretty chill, which was good with me. We just went to the local sports bar, ate questionable bar food, and drank too much. After Tiffany walked in on me the day before, I could get relaxed enough to finish. I got my promise photo from her later than expected. She looked like a sex goddess in some sort of button-down shirt dress and the sexy pair of panties Tiffany had grabbed for her. So, needless to say, I spent the night leaking pre-cum into my panties thinking about my future bride.

*****

Part 7…

The wedding day came. The ceremony was amazing. Mel looked beyond radiant. She wore a very form-hugging gown that showed off just how damn hot she is. We were both giddy for the reception, I guess because we both were so ready for later that evening. Once we’d cut the cake, I saw Mel talking closely with Knox. She was giggling and smiling, almost like a teen cheerleader does when the all state qb flirts with her. I assumed she was getting the key and just trying to make cover. As soon as they quit talking, she waved me over.

“Hey, so Knox has one more task before the key. I slipped something in your pocket you need to put on, then take a photo before he turns over the key. He brought me a something borrowed, too, so I’m going to go put it on while I change out of the tight dress.“

Then she and Tiffany headed for the bridal changing room before I could even respond.

When I got to a changing room i removed the “final task” from my pocket. At first, I thought it was just a garter. While a bit ridiculous, that’s going to be mild. But wrapped in the garter was a pair of panties. Not any panties. Baby pink, lacy, frilly panties. With an opening at the crotch and bedazzled lettering between the waistband and the opening, reading “Stephy’s Clitty”. I’d worn black cotton panties in hopes I could be slightly less emasculated when Mel saw me later, but not now. I just slipped them on, took the proof picture, and tried not to think about how the opening framed my pink cage.

Wedding festivities continued until it was time to toss the bouquet and garter. I made my way under her dress to fetch the garter. That’s when I saw the rest of Knox’s gift. First, her garter matched mine (guess that was the something borrowed). Then, I saw the finisher. She had on similar panties to mine in white with the bedazzled lettering reading “Stephy’s Place”. The site alone made my legs squeeze together as a bit of precum escaped. I’m sure when I surfaced, I looked like any other groom who just fetched the garter. Little did anyone know how different the cause was. Mel tossed the bouquet, and we headed out. I tried to stop back at the bathroom to change now that she had the key, but she insisted it was silly.

When we got to the room, I was so glad I’d splurged for the decorations. It looked so romantic, and Mel was so impressed. We had a glass of champagne to come down from the wedding, and some time before Mel asked if I was ready for my wedding-night surprise. It’s all I’ve thought about since her risqué photo. Ready was an understatement. She grabbed some things and slipped into the bathroom. When she came out, she was in a sexy black sheer lace kimono that stopped at the top of her thighs. Just barely covered the bedazzled panties she left on. I could tell from her visibly aroused nipples that she had shed the bra.

“I’ve waited so long to taste this magnificent dick. Let’s get you out of these pants.”

She sank, pulling my pants with her until she was eye level with my caged pantied package. This was the first time Mel saw my bedazzled embarrassment. She couldn’t help but giggle.

“Sorry, I assumed yours would say Mel’s Place like mine.”Stephy’s Clitty” caught me off guard. Knox is a mess. As are your panties. She said, looking back up mischievously.

“I leaked a little when I saw your panties retrieving the garter.”

I tried to lower the panties.

“No, leave them. I like us matching. It’s so hot!”

She took out the key. I could feel her breath as she started unlocking. I refused to cum again as she removed the cage, but felt my pride barely twitch as the cage came off.

“Someone’s eager to get started.”

She attempted to cup/tickle my balls, but I was so excited that they were drawn up close enough to my body that the lace of the panties had them contained. She started to lick under my shaft, then gave the head a few rapid flicks. That was all I could take, and I started to cum. Since she had just stopped flicking it just kinda oozed out.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said as she milked the last of it out while I bucked my hips trying to get more out of the orgasm.

“I’m sorry. You are so hot, and it just felt so good.”

“Don’t be sorry. That was your gift. Now you’ve got a pussy to lick, “ she replied as she wiped the cum that had oozed out onto my leg.

I went down on her for a long time. She was so turned on, she seemed almost engorged, if that makes sense. After awhile I thought I felt myself recovering.

“Hey, I’m recovering if you wanna take this further?”

“That’s very sweet, but Knox didn’t agree to sex tonight—just the blowjob. Sex has to wait for the honeymoon.”

Unbelievable. I’d been effectively cock blocked by Knox on my wedding night.

“Hey, I got off at least once from you going down on me. It’s been a fun night. We can have more fun tomorrow. I’ll slip into some clothes, so I’m not making it any harder for you.”

I reached for my bag to do the same.

“No, you stay like this. I’m enjoying the view.”

When she came back out, I was in bed but not covered. She looked down at my crotch and giggled.

“It really is cute poking out of your panties like that,” she said as she poked it like a button. Not exactly the phrase you want to hear to close out your wedding night.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox that night

M: Really, “Stephy’s Clitty”? You could have worked me. Giggling at my freshly married husband wasn’t an ideal start to the night

K: Oh, come on. It was just a tease. You rip them off his before his BJ treat?

M: No…I made him leave them on. It was kinda hot in a taboo way

K: Good for you two. Well, how’d it go? Was the training beneficial?

M: A little too beneficial

K: Uh-oh. Why?

M: He came when I flicked the underside. I wasn’t even sure he was hard yet. Never even actually sucked him to use any of those techniques.

K: He takes care of you at least?

M: He tried for a long time, and I even came once. I couldn’t get there as easily after someone’s wedding day present this morning.

K: Hey, you’re the one who brought up that you weren’t married until the vows and were very stressed out. I was merely providing a service at that point.

M: Yeah, yeah. Better be glad I hadn’t done my hair and makeup, or I’d have been pissed about needing a shower.

K: Enjoy your new hubby

M: I will. Now that I’ve calmed down, he looks kinda cute, barely poking through his panties. Think I’ll just tease him the rest of the night. See you after the honeymoon!

…

We flew out about midday the next day. TSA was no issue, given the contents of our carry-ons. Once we were through and at our gate, Mel reminded me it was time to slip on the flat cage. Everything still seemed pretty uh, compact, even after 12 hours out of the cage (longest it’s been out in over a year at that point). Unfortunately, the new cage went on fairly easily. So did the black Lulu workout thong Mel had packed for me. She wasn’t wrong either. It was very supportive and didn’t show through my clothes.

Our resort was beautiful. Amazing room near the ocean. Hot tub, champagne waiting, everything. I was eager for sex, but Mel insisted we wait since the romantic dinner we booked was scheduled that evening. That didn’t leave us time to mess around and get back around. Our dinner was long, but very nice. Mel looked stunning in a low-cut, form-hugging beach dress. I spent most of dinner staring at her, and she definitely noticed.

We were all over each other when we made it back to the room. This was the moment I’d waited so long for. About the time we were both down to our panties, reality hit me. I wanted to take control anyway I could. So I pulled her panties off and went down on her to start.

“Hey sweetie, you’re incredible, but I don’t think we’re being true to the deal if I cum first from you going down on me. I’m so ready to cum, please get the cock.”

I wasn’t about to ruin the mood, so I went along.

“Just wanted first taste and to get you ready for this.”The first part was true.

I knew where the cock attachment was and had made sure I knew how to attach before we left. It was still trippy to see this large appendage stretching out where my dick should be. The look on Mel’s face shifted from intimate love to one of lust. It was so hot to see her so into sex, I didn’t question what caused the shift. I teased the outside of her lips with it like I’d done with our toys before. It drove her wild. The first time I pushed it in, I expected a similar reaction to some of our toys. She reacted much stronger than that. Moaning and bucking, begging me to fuck her hard. It was erotic and passionate. We switched positions a couple of times before she finally came on top of her, facing the mirror in our room. She sat there for a minute, still rocking her hips, almost grinding against me while tickling my balls with her nails.

“Hun, uh, did you cum too?”

“No, but I’m so ready to. Can we remove the cage now?”

“Yeah, but I think you might have. There was more than precum running down your balls.”

She got the key and started to remove the cage. To my horror, she was right. I’d cum caged from fucking her with Knox’s cock. All I could manage was a quiet “How?”

“Oh, sweetie. Im just glad you enjoyed that too. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’ll be recovered in a bit, I’m sure, then we can go.”

“We’d have to start with Knox again since you came. I don’t think I can handle another round tonight, plus I’m wiped from travel. Why don’t you get cleaned up and back in the cage for tonight? We got all week.”

I picked up on her implying she could handle me, but not our required toy. I accepted my fate for the night and vowed to recover tomorrow.

…

I woke up ready to go, given the previous night’s disappointment. Mel was down. We were both still riding the newlywed arousal high. I slipped off her pj shorts and undies and got to work. I told her to let me know when she’s close, and then I would get the clone. I hoped that this would limit the amount of time I had to deal with the mind fuck of Knox’s clone being inside my wife and, by extension, lower my chances of cumming under it. Once she said she was close, I attached it and completed the work quickly. I was eager to move forward.

“Alright. Let’s get this off.”

“Someone ready for his first time inside me?” She replied with a giggle

“More than I can explain.”

She got it unlocked and removed. Success! I had not cum. She gave me a few two-fingered strokes to get me hard. I felt hard and tried to proceed.

“I’m ready.”

“I don’t think you’re all the way there yet. It’s definitely stiffening, but hasn’t gotten any larger yet.”

She was right. I had at most a chub, but it was still my caged length of well less than an inch. I was horrified.

“I feel so turned on. I don’t understand.”

“It’s probably just temporary from the flat cage. Remember, Knox said it couldn’t be any smaller. We can make it work. Here lies down.”

I lay down, and Mel kissed her way down my body, letting her boobs rub against me as well. I was basically writhing in arousal at this point. Then she straddled me and rolled her hips to rub me against her pussy lips like I’d teased her yesterday. It was so hot and felt so good that a rapid orgasm hit, and I started cumming without ever entering her. To Mel’s credit, she kept rocking her hips, so at least it wasn’t a ruined orgasm. She spoke first.

“Damn, that was so hot! “

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t even make it inside of you, and you didn’t orgasm.”

“You took care of me before, which works even better for me. And cumming outside makes it an easier clean-up for me. No complaints here. Let’s get some breakfast and hit the beach. We can go again later. I might even let you put it in me then, “ she finished as she squeezed my package and walked toward the bathroom.

…

When we got back from the beach, we were both ready for another round. I went to go down on her after pulling off her bikini bottoms, but she stopped me, saying she was ready. Not wanting to ruin the mood by explaining what I was doing, I just attached the cock. And she was right. She was definitely ready. I started to tease her a bit, but she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me all the way in, telling me to fuck her hard. We went at it, and she came hard. Before I could pull out, she threw her legs onto my shoulders and demanded I keep going until she inevitably came again.

Once she came down, she took the cage off. She had a mischievous smile, like she was suppressing a laugh. I was just glad I hadn’t cum from the extended and passionate sex with the clone. She started massaging me with just her index finger and thumb. I was aroused, but my member was not responding.

“Something wrong, sweetie?”

“No. That feels amazing, and I’m so turned on, but I…” I looked down as she was almost pinching it with were massage at this point.

“I guess you haven’t had multiple erections in a day in over a year. You probably just don’t have great stamina right now. Hey, I’ve got an idea!”

She let go and went toward our luggage. She came back with one of the no-show thongs and her clit vibe.

“Here, slip these on.”

“I think I can get hard. We don’t have to stop.”

“I got to cum multiple times. You said you’re still aroused, so I want you to get the same release I did. Figured since your monthly releases often ended with you cumming in panties, you’d have an easier time getting off without the pressure of sex. Just trying to help. Come on, slip them on and sit.”

So I did. As workout thongs, they seemed to compress everything flat. I looked like a female sitting there from the waist down.

“Those look darling on you without that cage ruining them,” Mel said as she sat behind me.

“Now trust me. I thought we’d combine the two main ways you enjoy getting off.”

I would have argued that I enjoy anything more, but she placed her clit vibe on the front of my panties right then. It felt electric. I gasped and pushed against it in one motion.

“See, doesn’t that feel good?”

I managed a head nod as Mel kissed my neck. It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm hit. It was odd, as I’m not sure I ever got hard, and my cum drained out instead of shooting.

“There. Much better. I knew you’d be able to cum when you weren’t worrying about sex or an erection.”

“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so stressed about it.”

“We haven’t had sex. It’s a lot of pressure. I know it wasn’t the plan, but we should be thankful Knox sent his gift. That’s taking care of me before we even start. So there’s really no pressure on you to satisfy me. Just enjoy the intimacy.”

“I do love how close we feel during.”

“Exactly. So tomorrow, when we’re ready to fool around, don’t feel like you have to rush out of the cage. Let me decide when it’s time.”

“Deal”

…

I wish I could say that I performed better over the next three days. I can say I thoroughly satisfied Mel. She came no less than twice each time before removing the cage and clone. She started having me go down on her once the cage came off, before we did anything else. She thought this would help my confidence, and she was right. The extended sessions did lead to a couple more orgasms in the cage, and I came once just from going down on her after. When I didn’t get hard while going down on her, she would assume I wanted to get off in panties. To cut to the chase, over the last three days of our honeymoon, I only came close to sex one more time, and I wish it hadn’t happened.

On our last day, we started as we had on all the others, with a long session with the Knox clone. Mel had multiple orgasms in multiple positions. She even wanted to suck the cock to get warmed up instead of me going down on her. Thankfully, this time I didn’t cum during. She took the cage off and smiled before I started to go down on her, as had become the routine. I got hard without cumming this time, so I also got to avoid panty play.

“Looks like little Stephy is finally ready for the main event, “ she said, pointing at my hard but smaller than it used to be erection.

“Lie down. I want to be on top.”

So I lay back, and she started to climb on top of me. On her way up, she teased my dick some before squeezing it, saying, “Mmm, so hard for me.”

She grabbed my dick to guide it in, but I didn’t poke out of her hand. I knew I’d shrunk some, but that had to put me under three inches now. Man, I hoped it would rebound once I’m out of the cage. She paused for a second, trying to figure out a plan before grabbing me with just her thumb and index finger to guide me in. It only got worse when she got me in and sat down. I could tell from her face that she was confused. I even felt her trying to grip my dick inside, but the grip barely touched the tip. She tried bouncing on it next, but as soon as she lifted, I fell out. She tried to play it off, “Sorry. Sat up too far, “ as she put me back in. Then she tried rocking/grinding, but as soon as she rocked forward, I was slipping out. This time, she just kinda wiggled around until I slipped back in. Then she leaned forward a bit, moved a leg under one of mine, and started grinding against my pelvis. I could tell she was finally getting something out of this as she started moaning. I realized at this point we were essentially scissoring. Just the thought pushed me over the edge, and I came.

“Did you cum?”

“Yeah. Was that good for you?”

“Uh. Would you mind putting Knox back on? I’m all worked up again and didn’t get off.”

I couldn’t very well argue, given what she’d just put up with. I got back in the cage, and we went at it with Mel bouncing like she’d tried with my dick until she came.

…

Text conversation between Mel and Tiffany

T: You guys make it back?

M: Yea got into town a little while ago

T: Well, how was it

M: Amazing place. The resort was beautiful, and our stay was so nice

T: Yea I assumed a 5-star resort was nice. Not really what I meant. How was the sex?

M: Tiff!

T: Spill it

M: It was incredible multiple times a day. There. Happy?

T: Really…I didn’t think Stephy had it in him. How’d you get off multiple times a day with his dicklette?

M: You’re awful! He got me there. Doesn’t matter how

T: So it wasn’t his little dicklette. Come clean. How many times with his equipment and how many times with Knox’s gift?

M: Who would keep tabs on something like that?

T: Fine. How many times did he cum in you?

M: I guess technically just once.

T: Once?!

M: Yea because the other time he came while I was teasing him.

T: So you guys had sex twice?

M: Twice a day at least. There. Stephy fucked me with Knox’s gift to multiple orgasms multiple times a day. He only got close to sex with his dicklette twice. And it’s only small and squishy right now from the cage, okay!

T: Hey, I didn’t bring up his firmness. I’m just glad you had Knox there in person to help. Stephy only got off twice all week?

M: He came plenty either from giving it to me with the gift, or from getting me off with his talented tongue, or me helping him out.

T: Wait! He came just from you getting off, basically?

M: I didn’t think of it that way, but yea I guess so. I guess he only came hard the one time inside of me. I hadn’t thought about it. Even when he came in his panties, he was mostly soft.

T: Mel, you are too hot for that to be your only sex moving forward. I mean, it’s kind of you to help him get off, given his limitations. You need sex too, and I assume he isn’t going to want back in the cage, or he won’t “recover” his “manhood”.

M: I know you’re right. I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about it. What do I do?

T: He enjoys seeing you get off. Lean into that while he’s recovering.

M: What does that even mean?

T: You know what it means…

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: Hey, we’re back in town. Planned on bringing you the cage and attachment tomorrow.

K: Looking forward to hearing about the honeymoon, but you can keep those. I certainly won’t be needing either of them.

M: LOL. I guess that’s true. Trying to imagine putting this cage on you. Thanks for the gift. Kinda hate it, won’t get anymore use. It was a lifesaver on the trip.

K: Really? So you enjoyed starting with me each time?

M: I mean, obviously. Steph had some performance issues due to nervousness and a sense of being caged. But that will get better now that he’s out.

K: What will get better?

M: He’s kinda shrunken right now, and it doesn’t get all the way hard per se. He blames the flat cage. So hopefully now that he’s out, it will go back to size and will get firmer now that he doesn’t have to cum so soft.

K: Did he get hard enough to have sex? Do you have a plan while he’s recuperating?

M: I guess technically. He got all the way hard on the last day, but I still couldn’t feel him even when I squeezed. He was just barely in. Steph’s always been considerate with toys and his tongue. We will just do that for now.

K: M, you are too hot and full of life to have a meh sex life while he recovers. I’m willing to help…

M: I won’t run around on Steph. We’re married.

K: Just trying to help. Remember when you said Stephy’s cum from seeing you cum? Did that happen on your trip at all?

M: Yeah. Why?

K: What if you don’t run around? While he’s recovering, he can watch us. If he enjoys seeing you cum it will make him cum too. If he doesn’t cum, we won’t do it again. Thoughts?

M: I mean, that would work great for me. I don’t think he could be naked in front of you, though.

K: Who said he has to be naked? What is he most sexually relaxed in?

M: Panties! But you’d have to promise not to make fun of him.

K: I couldn’t care less what he wears or if I see them. He can wear shorts over them if it helps.

M: Oh, this is so great. Okay. I’ll see if I can convince him.

K: Fingers crossed

*****

Part 8…

“Hey, sweetie!” Mel greeted me with a passionate kiss when I walked in from the store.

“Mmm, hey, yourself. What’s got you so excited?”

“So Knox was talking.”

“Oh”

“No, this isn’t bad. But I need you to listen to all of what I’m about to say before talking, okay?”

“Okay”

“So, I was telling Knox I was going to return the cage and attachment. I knew you would never tell him, so I shared that his gift had helped us take the nerves out of our honeymoon. Nothing graphic or personal. He knew you’d need time to recover now that you’re out of the cage. So he offered to help. I know your immediate response is no, but listen. Knox is safe, I’ve seen what he’s working with. Hell, he even helped me practice that wedding night BJ technique without making it weird. Plus, we did use his clone on the honeymoon, so the real thing isn’t going to be that different. Here’s my thought. We try it, and if we both enjoy it, we can continue until you are back to full strength. If either of us doesn’t enjoy it, we never do it again.”

I was stunned. Speechless even. She wanted to have sex with Knox while I recovered. Did she want out already? What about a bj? Finally, I spoke.

“Are you leaving me for him?”

“What?! No! That’s why this works. He has zero interest in a relationship.”

“Couldn’t we use the gift from him?”

“That’d be counterproductive to you recovering. It’s not really meant to be used or attached.”

“That’s a good point. How would this even work? I get how, I mean, how would we know we both enjoyed it?”

“I told him I would not do this behind your back. So you’d be there too.” She said almost reassuringly

“Like listening?”

“Or watching. I want you to see me cum. I know how hot that gets you.”

This was the worst-case scenario. I didn’t have an argument that didn’t make me seem insecure, and I couldn’t very well argue that I could please her currently.

“I do want you satisfied. I…” she cut me off before I could come up with the words.

“Yay! Thank you so much for being willing. You are so amazing!”

I needed to recover quick. But before I knew it, she was pulling my pants down.

“Cute color,” Mel remarked about my lime green panties. We hadn’t had time during wedding prep to pre-purchase some new boxer briefs before the trip, and asking to go to the store the day we got back for underwear felt odd. So we were still sharing a panty drawer. This pair was made of a stretchy material, which honestly felt nice to wear.

I’d assumed from her pulling my pants off that maybe I was getting a bj, but she seemed to stop with the pants. Instead, she grabbed my least favorite toy and took off her pants.

“I want to see you getting excited in your panties watching me have some fun. Like practice for later.”

She went to town with the dildo and was moaning in no time. She wasn’t wrong. It was hot to see her enjoying this so much. Especially now that it wasn’t forced on us. I knew I was aroused, but didn’t think much of finishing until she started getting closer, and I realized I was too without touching myself. I thought maybe not touching would keep me from cumming, then I could claim all this wasn’t for me. But then she started saying, “Yes, Knox, give it to me. Fuck me harder. Deeper. My own orgasm hit me, and I came with a whimper, hands free, while she finished herself off with the life-like dildo.

As she came down, she said, “I wasn’t sure if you were enjoying it until I saw you cumming. Did you get hard?”

Damn. One, I could have convinced her this wasn’t for me if I’d held out. And she couldn’t even see my erection in the panties. Now I’d have to act like I came soft. That somehow seemed less embarrassing.

“No, still cumming soft, I guess.”

“I’m just glad you’re relaxed enough to. I’ll let Knox know we’re in and we can start thinking about what undies we will both wear!”

…

Text conversation between Mel and Knox

M: We’re on!

K: I’m shocked. How’d you manage that?

M: I have my ways of convincing people. Btw, I did tell him about our BJ practice, but I didn’t mention how often it occurred. And I definitely didn’t tell him about us having sex already. Given he basically hasn’t still he would be crushed. Do not bring it up. He’s already worried you’re trying to steal me away.

K: Understood. I’m not going to bring up any of our intimate business. Not mine to share as far as I’m concerned. Any chance of you wearing lingerie?

M: You’re a mess for asking, but yes!

K: Looking forward to it. How’s tomorrow sound?

M: Perfect. We will see you then. Yay!

…

Mel let me know the next day we’d have our first trial run to see if we both enjoyed Knox fucking my wife. She, of course, didn’t say those words, but that was all I heard. It didn’t click until we were both home from work, getting around that Mel was picking out lingerie to wear for Knox, and I still didn’t have any underwear but panties. I attempted to ask Mel, but made the mistake of asking about both.

“Hey, do we have time to swing by a store? I still don’t have any new underwear. Also, I didn’t realize you were wearing lingerie for this.”

“Well, of course I am silly. I enjoy myself more when I feel sexy. I guess this is a new set if you want to wear new panties for tonight. I’m sorry, I didn’t think about that.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, good, because I already picked out which panties I’ve been fantasizing about you wearing for this.”

“You did?”

“Oh yeah. I can’t wait to see your cute, excited penis in these.”

After a year in panties, they don’t phase me much anymore. The pair she handed me was pink floral print with lace trim. They were a more supportive pair, so at least they would be comfortable. And these weren’t as see-through as some. Altogether, not a terrible pair to wear under some shorts. Now, the description of my package I was less on board with.

“Cute?”

“Yeah! You’re all smooth still, wearing cute pink panties. How else would I describe it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe more masculine next time.”

“Oh, you’re right, sweetie. Next time I’ll make sure my words are more rugged and manly. I can’t wait to see your masculine bump on display in your panties. Better? Now let’s get dressed before we’re late.”

…

This trip to Knox’s felt so much worse than our last. Last time I thought we were approaching the end. It now felt like just the beginning. He greeted us at the door before we could even knock.

“M, Stephy, please come in.”

The M pet name was still not sitting well with me. I could tell when we walked in that there would be no niceties of dinner this time, but the bar looked stocked and ready for the evening.

“I poured us an initial round of drinks to get started. Hope I remembered correct. Got a bourbon for you and me, M. And Stephy a glass of wine.“

Listen, I get that the drink selection isn’t helping my case. Yes, it’s a sweet white wine to make it worse. One, I like wine. Two, I’m usually driving. And three, beer makes me burp and bloat. No thanks. Last time, Mel had Knox open it for her, knowing I wouldn’t ask for it otherwise. Clearly, he saw through that. Embarrassed, I took my wine while Knox smiled and Mel let out a giggle.

“Sorry, sweetie. I tried to cover for you last time. Who cares. Enjoy your wine.”

“Exactly. Tonight’s all about being comfortable, enjoying what pleases us.” Knox chimed in

“Very well said. And with that, what do you say we get more comfortable? “ Mel said as she finished her bourbon and approached Knox.

We agreed on the way over that she wouldn’t constantly look for reassurance to avoid making it awkward. I promised to step out if it got too much, simply, and she would meet me in the car—no scene, no stop it—which honestly sounded way better. I was concerned Knox would turn physical if I tried to intervene. She also said she would make the first move, so there wasn’t a weird standoff with Knox and me, so her approaching was no surprise.

Mel pulled Knox’s belt loose as she ran her other hand up his arm and over his chest. He, in turn, ran a hand through her hair and another held her close against her lower back. I felt nauseous just watching this. I was ready to dip out, and I hadn’t even finished my wine. I convinced myself that Mel would be disappointed if I couldn’t make it further than this.

While I was in my head, things had progressed. Knox’s pants had fallen at his feet. It was quite obvious just how large he was just from the bulge in his boxer briefs. Of course, this reminded me of how it all first escalated when I couldn’t fill out my boxer briefs enough to support my cage. No wonder that cage wouldn’t fit on Knox.

Mel’s choice in clothes was making more sense as this progressed. She’d worn a button-down shirt with a very sexy skirt. As things progressed, her shirt had been unbuttoned, and her skirt was creeping up, showing off the garters and bra of her lingerie.

When she finally sank to her knees, she was eye level with Knox’s large underwear bulge. She started lowering his boxer briefs, and the sheer magnitude of the situation became apparent. He had more dick showing than I have at all, and he still had some in the boxers. Mel started kissing the top side as she pulled the boxers off. I know I wore the clone a cock on the honeymoon, but somehow its size didn’t sink in when it seemed like a toy. He was at least 5 inches soft. Which, even before the cage was bigger than me hard. Mel started a familiar routine, as she had on our wedding night. The only difference is that it made Knox hard (can also confirm he’s a grower) instead of making him cum. She then placed a hand around his base (I currently don’t poke out of her hand), then started to suck the cock sticking out past her hand while she pumped his cock. Some part of me hoped this just continued and Knox could cum in my wife’s mouth. Then maybe we’d go home for some passionate sex, but I knew that wasn’t what we were here for, and so did Knox.

“M, you’re as amazing at that as expected, but pretty sure you came over for you, some relief, not me. Why don’t we move to the chase over there, and Stephy can sit in the chair close by, maybe with another wine? That way you two can see each other?”

“Guess that means I’ll be on top,” Mel replied as she walked over, holding his cock. I got another glass of wine and sat in the chair facing Mel as she was getting ready to mount Knox.

“Hey sweetie, I really want to see you enjoying this too. Slip off your shorts. Knox can’t even see you, plus he knows you’re wearing panties. Literally nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“No offense, but I don’t plan to take my eyes off your stunning wife. Promise you’re safe to get comfortable.” Knox added in

This was a crossroads. I either stepped out, leaving Mel to explain, or dropped my shorts. I hammered the second glass of wine and dropped it. I knew I was already hard, well, as hard as I’ve been getting after the cage. Even then, the panties were much closer to flat on me than tented. Mel let out a smiley giggle and then began lowering herself onto Knox. No doubt a stark mental contrast for her. She stopped maybe halfway, but Knox was ready to coach her through.

“Just breathe and relax as you are coming down.”

She nodded her head, tried again, and somehow buried Knox up to his balls inside her. This proved too much as her first orgasm hit, not like the ones even from the honeymoon, and nothing like the ones I’d given her before. The intensity of her orgasm was too much, and I felt myself cumming in my panties without even touching. Mel noticed as she was coming down from orgasm one.

“Oh, I didn’t notice you were getting hard.”

Ouch. I could hardly blame her, though. I barely left an impression standing, and couldn’t see one at all sitting.

“Yeah” was all I could say

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetie. Makes me so happy to know we can keep doing this.”While she was saying this, she had been grinding against Knox, and it wasn’t long before orgasm two hit. This one was more subtle and seemed to lead her right into the next as she started bouncing up and down on Knox’s cock. While she was enthralled riding Knox to number three, my own cum was cooling in my panties. There were cocktail napkins on the end table next to me. In my head, I thought I could clean up some without having to cross the room and expose myself to Knox. What I didn’t think about was how I’d look if Mel looked up. With my hand down the front of my panties, trying to clean up, sitting down, it looked like I was masturbating. And to make it worse, it looked like I was masturbating like a woman when she looked up mid orgasm.

“Oh, honey. It’s so hot to see you rubbing yourself like that. Keep rubbing that clit-dick until we cum together.”

I couldn’t very well argue it didn’t look that way, and didn’t want to say I was just wiping up cum. So I continued, figuring I’d just stop when she came. Then I realized I was enjoying the feeling. When her orgasm hit, and she moaned out “Oh Stephy, thank you for letting me have a real cock” I came again with not much more than a dribble leaking out to accompany a higher pitch moan than you would call masculine.

The reality that I’d cum twice and Mel was three orgasms in was hitting me when Knox sat up with Mel still riding him. He started fucking her more aggressively, clearly approaching his own orgasm. He held out long enough to push Mel to another orgasm with her gasping, “Oh, Knox, you’re so good at this,” then he started cumming. It was so much more cum than I’ve ever produced, and that was just what I saw leaking out of her.

When they came down from their orgasm, Mel started to get up. Only Knox was somehow still hard. Well, at least hard to me.

“Someone is still ready for more,” as she sucked just the head of his dick.”Let’s have another drink. Maybe then I’ll be recovered enough to do more than just suck your dick.” What weren’t we done?

“Didn’t hear me complaining. You are a BJ master. Someone taught you well!”

“Knox, put that monster away while we’re recovering. You’re embarrassing Stephy. Stephy, let’s get cleaned up in the ladies’ room while Knox pours us another round.”

I’d planned to ask Mel to tone down the emasculation when we got to the bathroom. Needing my high school bully to fuck my wife was bad enough. But she was all over me as soon as we walked into the large bathroom. Making out, hands roaming my body. She cupped me in my panties, hand basically flat against my crotch.”Someone has made quite a mess of their panties.” Then she knelt in front of me and pulled down my panties in one motion.

The site before her was very different from when she removed Knox’s underwear. After cumming twice, my sack was pulled completed tight, and my penis was basically an innie. She giggled before licking her lips and saying, “Such a cutie,” and diving in to flick me with her tongue.”Mmm, yours is almost sweet and not nearly as thick as Knox’s cum. Sorry for calling yours a clit-dick. I was trying to say to rub your dick like a clit because it was hot, but that’s all that came out.” I had no reply as she continued to lick and flick me.”I was going to offer to let you fuck me as a reward for tonight, but your little clitty doesn’t seem to want to come out and play. Guess I’ll just have to let Knox fuck me again.” With that, I felt myself pulse with betrayed excitement.”Oh, that got a reaction. So you like me calling it a clitty. Good to know. It certainly fits its present state. Feel free to join us if you want. Maybe you can rub another one out like a girl.“

While Mel immediately walked out, I still needed to clean up the cum in my panties before I returned. When I made it back in, my wine was on the coffee table, but Mel and Knox had moved to a bedroom. I only knew that from the sounds of them going at it. Once they were done, I could hear Mel giggling between a couple of loud laughs from Knox. Mel poked her head out the door to what I could only imagine was Knox’s room as if she didn’t want me to see her naked.

“Hey, sweetie, can you come in here? We want to see something.”

She got interrupted by Knox doing something behind her.

“Ah! Knox! Just a second. Stephy, please?”

Of course, I complied. As expected, Mel was now completely naked, and the bed looked like they’d had quite a good time. I was mortified to be standing there in these ridiculous panties, especially considering they fit so well.

“Why’d you move in here?”

“So it took you a minute to make it back. We’re heading in here in case you need a break.”

“Just trying to help,” Knox added.

“Anyway, after we got done. Knox wanted to make sure you were okay with this evening. He was worried he’d taken this too far too quick. I reassured him I’d checked with you while we were in the bathroom.

“What were you guys laughing about?” Why did I ask that

“That’s why I wanted you to come here. I told Knox about trying to reward you, but that you were too tired to come out and play until I called it a clitty. Since you enjoy teasing, I thought a side-by-side comparison would be fun, but Knox had an even better idea.”

Then Mel started massaging me through the panties before I could respond. It honestly felt incredible just for her to touch me.

“They’re nice and hard.”

With that, she lowered my panties. I thought maybe I could pick up where she left off.

“Okay, now Knox.”

Mel stood beside me while Knox stood behind her, then pushed his cock between her legs, lined up almost like it as her own.

“See, sweetie,” Mel grabbed Knox’s cock with one hand and mine with two fingers and shook them.

“Mine’s bigger!”

The whole scene was too much, and Mel’s last line finished me off. I dribbled out a pathetic load as my knees buckled.

“Told you he’d enjoy it. Don’t know that I expected that, but Stephy’s always full of surprises.”

…

That night changed things. My “recovery” was nonexistent. The year in the cage had done its damage. I continued to grow larger when hard. My erections are weak at best, and I often cum before ever getting to enter Mel. After about six months of this, Mel sat me down and explained she could tell how embarrassed I was every time we tried penetrative sex. She didn’t want to keep hurting me, so we wouldn’t keep trying. We would continue to be intimate, just in the way that works for us. I tried to argue that she would be unfairly missing out, but she crushed me by saying she wasn’t missing out because she had Knox for that. He continued to swear he didn’t know the smaller and smaller cages would ruin me, and to make it worse, Mel defends him.

Of course, their sexual hookups continued and even escalated. They get together at least three times a week, not including the rather obvious post-workout sessions when Knox shows up late to work. I can only join once a month now to maintain their privacy. They get one weekend together a month with “no pestering”, meaning I can’t text or call her. For any trip Mel and Mel take, Knox either comes with (for Mel’s needs) or they go on a private trip after.

The emasculation didn’t stop there. Mel and Knox now both refer to my penis as my clitty when soft or clit-dick when it’s hard. I tried to switch back to boxers, claiming they were why I wasn’t recovering. This held up until Mel caught me back in a pair of panties, rubbing myself when she returned early from a Knox date. She, of course, called Knox in a laughing hysteria. They decided I needed to own that I was more comfortable in panties since they are the right fit for my body. And that was that.

On our first anniversary, Mel and Knox gave me my anniversary gift. It was an inverted cage. I was lost, so Mel explained that since I’d accepted who I was, they would prefer I wear a cage when they are away. Mel couldn’t stand the idea of me at home “pulling on myself trying to be a man.” That was rough enough news, but why was it my anniversary gift? Then Mel explained we would start rotating anniversary trips. Since Knox didn’t get to go on the honeymoon, this year they would be taking the trip, and I’d have my first new cage session. The reality of our extended anniversary trip set in as Mel pushed my clitty internal to place the cage on for their 7-night getaway.

“Oh, I’ve missed your caged look. Vibes in the nightstand. I didn’t back it, considering I won’t need it.”

The End.

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