In chapter 1 there was a lot of negative feedback about which category the story was put in. I really didn’t pay too much attention as when I wrote the original version it was quite different and then as the story morphed into what it became I didn’t think to switch the category. Personally I don’t see why such an uproar but your feedback was heard so this next chapter will reside in “Fetish”.
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Chapter 2
What started out as a way to curb my excessive masturbation has evolved into the norm. After that night when Kim let me out of my cage I spewed my cum all over her and me while jacking off to her fucking herself with a dildo pretending it was another guy. Even just typing it now I think how twisted that sounds, your own wife fucking herself with a dildo screaming another man’s name and telling me it’s because I can’t satisfied her.
But when Kim said it was time to put my cage back on I just agreed without too much thought. Apparently I had forgotten how miserable I was for those 4 days and only thought about the now and how wonderful the release was. It was supposed to be for me to improve my performance when fucking my wife but instead it was from pleasuring myself in front of my wife, which is basically the problem. But those are details for another time, I was so charged up having to be denied for days while my wife had the liberty to pleasure herself whenever. And when I finally did cum, it was strong…like when you feel your muscle contracting your balls so forcefully that it actually hurts strong.
When I went to bed I fell asleep almost immediately even wearing the cage. Just cumming that one time was like a sedative and wearing the cage started to feel normal like you would feel just wearing underwear. That may have been true that first night but by the next day I was back to thinking about when I can get the cage off next. I was definitely a jerk-acholic and I knew the cage would help me with my obsession to constantly masturbate but I just wanted another release.
It was more than just my attitude towards the chastity cage shifting to think it was terrible, there was also Kim’s change in behavior when we had sex the first time my cage was removed. I guess calling it sex isn’t technically correct seeing my penis never penetrated her. She was ordering me around leading up to that night and then during our mutual masturbation session (that’s more accurate than saying it was sex) her demeaning me by saying I couldn’t fuck her as good as this imaginary man that she had conured up in her head. But it wasn’t the culmination of her behavior, it was the harbinger of it.
What I didn’t realize at the time, this little old chastity cage would change the dynamics of our marriage going forward. It had started slow enough but now it had a mind of its own moving in a direction neither Kim nor I had any control over even if we wanted to course correct.
I’m not sure why I’m feeling this way but I am more docile and submissive while locked in chastity. Kim is noticing how I was being attentive to her needs and no longer pushing back like I normally did when I thought she was being self centered. Yet she slowly starts making more of the decisions around the house and ordering me to do things. At first she figured she would see how far she could push it fully expecting at some point to put my foot down. But I never do so she continues to push the limits of who’s in charge
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By the time Kim got home that next day I had the house cleaned, laundry washed and folded, and vacuumed the whole house. It didn’t solicit the same reaction as last time though, Kim didn’t act surprised or even appreciative. Instead she comes in, asks what’s for dinner and goes to sit down on the couch. I was dumbfounded, I worked at my regular job all day and during breaks I cleaned this whole house and now she’s expecting me to prepare dinner?
My mind was at a crossroad, my initial reaction would have been to throw it back on her along with a smart ass comment. However, after a short pause to gather my thoughts I say this.
“Sorry honey, was there something special you wanted me to cook? Or I could run out to get us dinner?”
I sounded pathetic, keep in mind this was in less than a week that being in chastity had me becoming less of a man. It was true I was submissive but I always considered myself a man and acted accordingly. What I thought about when masturbating was a different story, but that’s why you call them fantasies, it’s not real. But now it was very real, the cold steel cage kept my dick soft and quickly turned me outwardly submissive osmancık escort and obedient. It was only true in my personal life, at work I was still a go-getter and considered one of the stars of the team I was on. Pretty much the opposite of what I’ve become at home with my wife.
“Sushi! Yes, let’s do sushi tonight. Go to Tsukasa and I’ll take the California Roll and King Mango roll, do 1/2 and 1/2 “
I got my orders so off I went to go get Kim her dinner. The funny thing is I didn’t like Sushi, a little fact that Kim knew all too well as the only times she ate Sushi is when she was out with friends. I honestly was not offended by it, if she wanted Sushi there’s no reason she couldn’t have it. I could fix myself something from the fridge when I got home.
I got home, opened up the boxes of Kim’s food and arranged her food nicely on a plate. We have this lap table we use for our movie nights, I went and got that to put her plate on. A glass of her favorite wine and she was all set. But it was probably at that moment when it hit me that I first noticed the dynamics had changed, there was no “thank you” or gratitude conveyed by Kim. That may seem like a small thing among all these other things going on but for Kim it was a huge indicator. She was always appreciative of anything I do and that was the same in all facets of her life. I would always hear her thanking people while we were out, or sending little thank you cards when someone did something nice for her. So her NOT saying “thank you” sent the very clear message that things were now different.
Another strange thing I did, without any thought, was after I made my dinner I sat in the kitchen to eat while Kim was out on the couch watching TV eating. At the time it just seemed like a normal thing to do, but as I reflect back, it was another red flag that I was viewing myself as her subordinate.
Over the next week we fell into a routine where I would keep the house clean during the day and prepare dinner for Kim when she got home. It didn’t feel like a chore to me, I reasoned with myself that since I worked at home I had extra time that normally would be spent commuting. Kim didn’t seem to mind as she was getting pampered like a queen. I learned not to ask about getting out of the chastity cage, it was not talked about as I remember her reaction when I asked her the very first time to get released. It was the elephant in the room and we had seemed to lose the original reason why I was placed in the cage in the first place. I knew if I had the chance I would masturbate if the cage wasn’t on, I just didn’t have self control.
That weekend we were hanging out and Kim started to get a little frisky. She was clearly in the mood and to be honest I was always in the mood despite being locked up. As we laid in bed Kim started teasing me with her dirty talk.
“Do you think my boyfriend’s cock is bigger than yours?” She asks while holding up her dildo.
Kim was getting bolder, she really got excited by the thought of a bigger cock fucking her. Like everything else that has happened, this was another significant change in Kim’s outlook to openly talking about sex.
“He’s impressive!” I said knowing I was secretly getting aroused by this idea too. I wasn’t ready to admit that another guy would be a better option to fuck my wife because it just seemed so taboo to me. A married man doesn’t wear a chastity cage and encourages his wife to think about other men that can satisfy her better. I don’t know any guy that wants to hear about past romps with ex-boyfriends and definitely not acknowledging the size of a fake dick as “impressive”. That’s pretty gay but it rolled off the tongue like it was the most normal thing to say.
Kim starts rubbing her dildo across her panties getting herself horny. My dick is straining against my cage as I’m getting aroused. She keeps up her dirty talk, it’s getting her as excited as it’s getting me. I think we found common ground on what gets us turned on. For her it was the thought of fucking a more manly man with a bigger cock. And for me, it was about being subservient to my wife and her lover.
“Honey, he is teasing me so bad, I don’t think I can say no to him. Look at his cock, have you ever seen anything as beautiful as that?”
“Never.” It just hit me that I just agreed with her that another man’s cock, in this case a dildo shaped like cock, was beautiful.
Did I really think like that? I never thought about another man’s cock as beautiful or even interesting. Despite the stories you read, not all guys “think” what it’s like to suck another man’s cock. At least not the hetrosexual ones. We think about what their tits look like, or how hot she osmangazi escort looks on her knees giving you a blow job with the puppy dog eyes looking up at you trying to ascertain if they are doing a good enough job. That’s what the young “me” didn’t understand, these girls wanted someone to take charge, to give them praise for being a little slutty and encouragement that they are doing a good job. They revel in the compliments despite being more demeaning than actual compliments. But now I was developing the mindset of a girl…I was looking for affirmation from my wife that I did a good job, both in and out of the bedroom.
“I need his big cock in me…don’t I deserve to get fucked by a real man?”
There it is, a dagger to the heart, Kim suggesting I wasn’t a real man was both humiliating yet arousing at the same time. I couldn’t explain it…I still can’t explain why just hearing those words come out of my wife’s mouth turned me on so much. But I was locked up, so although mentally I was aroused, physically I was not. And that is the juxtaposition that was causing me to nose dive into a submissive state of mind.
“Well? Doesn’t little ole me deserve to feel what’s it’s like? A real man…one with a manly cock, not a boy peepee like yours?”
Ouch, another blow to the ego yet it had the opposite effect than most people…I wasn’t mad or offended as I should have been, I could feel my dick straining against the cage trying to get hard. I also felt deep in my loins the sensation you get as you start to get hard…it’s a tingling feeling and it’s the body’s way of telling the brain that something is happening down here in my crotch. But nature doesn’t figure someone would actually put a cage around one’s dick to prevent that erection from happening. In the most primal sense, the whole purpose of this process is to get the man to fuck and impregnate the woman…we are animals afterall, just more sophisticated than the others.
“Is that what you want Kim? To let him fuck you while I am laying beside you?” I ask knowing full well that I was playing into her hands.
“You are the one being punished for being a chronic masturbator, not me, why should I have to suffer without?”
Another landing blow…her use of the word “punished” was the first time I thought of it in those terms. We had set out using chastity to “help” me stop masturbating so much. But now Kim is calling it a punishment, and again for reasons unknown to me, that made it even more arousing. The thought that I was being punished and Kim viewed it that way was pushing my buttons even more (if that’s possible).
“I guess when you put it that way, you are right. You do deserve that beautiful cock to fuck you because I’m failing as your husband in that department.”
There was that word beautiful again, calling her fake dildo cock beautiful just came out as natural as can be. And me adding that I’m failing as a husband rolled right off the tongue as well. I know why…it’s because I was starting to believe it, locked in chastity and denied orgasm will rewire your brain.
Kim slid her panties to the side and slowly continued to rub her dildo along the outside lips of her pussy. She was teasing herself and loving it.
“Oh please don’t tease me…I need your cock in me so bad and I don’t care that my husband is sitting here watching. He’d probably be hard as hell if he didn’t have that cage on…isn’t that right honey? Watching me get fucked by a real man turns you on?”
“Oh gawd yes,” I answer immediately
Kim reaches out with her free hand to bring my hand to her fake cock.
“Grab his cock and guide it in me.”
Like on autopilot I feel her grab my hand and lay it on her dildo, I wrap my hand around his cock and start running it up and down her pussy. I start to play the role of the man
“Is this what you want slut? You want to know what it feels like to get fucked properly? Can’t your wimpy husband satisfy you?” I ask.
“YES…YES, I need your cock in me…my husband can’t give me what you can…a big cock to fuck me. Please, fuck me…FUCK ME!” She screams
“Tell me, who owns this pussy now?” I say continuing to play the role of the big cock man fucking my wife.
“Oh you do…only you do”
I decide not to be gentle and I ram the dildo into her soaking wet pussy, it slides hard and deep which gets a reaction from Kim.
“OH GOD YES…FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM…I NEED YOUR COCK!” She cries out.
I continue the ramming of the dildo into her pussy while Kim starts fingering herself providing even more stimulation for her. I can tell she is getting close even though it’s only been a few minutes. Her breathing quickens osmaniye escort and gets raspy and more shallow.
“YES! DON”T STOP…AHHHHH,” as Kim starts to orgasm.
It’s one of the more intense orgasms I’ve seen from her despite not taking very long to get to that point.
Kim finally relaxes as I remove the dildo and lie back down next to her. She looks over at me as she opens her eyes and gives me a mischievous smile.
“That was wonderful…I wish you could fuck me like that all the time.”
I wasn’t sure if she was still thinking of me as her lover, I was still holding the dildo in my hand, or was she thinking of me as me, her husband. Either way it didn’t make a difference because my answer would have been the same.
“Oh, I think we can arrange that.”
Then the thought about my own orgasm flooded my brain. I couldn’t take it much longer and I’ve been doing more than my fair share so I needed to broach the topic of removing my cage. I knew the risk, this could set her off but up to this point I didn’t see a lot of down side.
“Kim, do you think you could let my dick out to play too?” I pleaded.
It was so pathetic, here I was begging my wife to unlock me so I can enjoy what she just enjoyed, an orgasm.
“Your little dick is excited by watching your wife get fucked by a big cock stud, is that it?” She teased.
I admit it, “Yes, it was so hot watching you that I need to cum too.”
Kim reaches for the key, unlocks my cage and my dick responds immediately by getting hard. It had been just over a week and I could probably explode in just a few strokes. Kim rolls towards me and starts slowly running her hand up and down my shaft. It feels sooo good that I’m trying not to cum too soon as I want it to last as long as possible.
“You like that your wife is a slut for another man, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” was all I could get out as my breathing got rapid
“You know, little penises aren’t worthy enough for my pussy.”
I knew where she was going with this, my penis wasn’t little but compared to her dildo it didn’t stack up. She was suggesting that I had a small penis and as such I shouldn’t be allowed to fuck her. But honestly, I was so aroused that this kind of talk just added to it and as such I went along.
“Honey you are right, I should only be allowed handjobs for release while you should get fucked by big cocks”
I was close to exploding which Kim could sense when she added…
“All this talk of big cocks is getting you so horny, you are going to cum thinking of big cocks aren’t you?”
That did it…I exploded with cum landing over her hand, onto my stomach and some even landing on her breasts.
She leaned in bringing her tits to my face offering them up for me to lick. She knew what she was doing, she wanted me to lick my cum off her tits. In the heat of the moment I complied, I started with her nipples but quickly moved on to the areas where the cum hand landed and licked like I was a hungry dog.
When I was done she brought her fingers to my mouth to clean, and without hesitation I opened my mouth to suck on her fingers filled with cum. The taste wasn’t something I cared for but my dick was making the decisions not my brain.
Afterwards nothing was said but after getting out of the shower Kim was quick to pick up the cage and place it on my penis. It was becoming normal now that I should be locked. I didn’t resist, and in a twisted way I thought I deserved to be locked for being a bad husband by jacking off instead of satisfying my wife.
As we laid in bed before falling asleep Kim stunned me with her next comment.
“Do you really like the idea of another guy fucking me?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer, of course this had been super arousing but how much of it was due to the chastity cage versus actually wanting her to sleep with another man. Before just a couple weeks ago I would never have wanted that but in my current state I was now having second thoughts.
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
“I think it may be hot, and you seem to really get off on it so it would be a win / win for both of us. Right?”
“I guess so but I’m not sure I really want another man to fuck you. Fantasizing about it is one thing, I can’t bear to think of you with someone else.” I said honestly.
Kim looked down at my dick stuffed into the cage, she could see it straining against the metal. She knew that the idea intrigued me and let me know as much.
“I think your little guy is telling a different story, sure looks like he likes the idea. Hehehe.” She giggled.
She was right (again), I seemed to be liking the idea of my wife getting fucked by another man, my cock was trying to get hard and I could see a little bit of precum forming. And that was not more than an hour after I just came. We eventually fell asleep without talking more about it but the seed had been planted and now Kim was going to make sure it grew.
*** to be continued ***