Phil was at the kitchen sink, cleaning up from breakfast, when Dianna came up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on the nape of his neck. He turned around to return the hug, enveloping her in his strong arms and holding her close. She always felt tiny standing next to him, but in a good way. She felt protected rather than ignored, cherished rather than owned. He was always a noble knight serving his princess, but recently they had taken it to a whole new level.
"Today's the big day," she whispered. "You spent a full week in chastity. I know it has been difficult."
"You have no idea," he replied, "I ache so badly. Just holding you like this has me practically bursting through the cage."
"Thank you for indulging me. I hope it wasn't all bad."
"No, there were some good moments. But it was also incredibly frustrating. I only got through it by thinking about how good it would feel to finally be free."
"And how, exactly, did you plan on celebrating this freedom?" she asked with mock innocence.
"Unlock me, and I'll show you." he teased back.
"Tell me first, then we'll get to the unlocking."
"I'd carry you over to the table, rip off your clothes, and make love until I exploded deep inside you."
"What, no foreplay?"
"You've already had seven days of foreplay, but perhaps after tearing off your clothes I'd be so overcome with your beauty that I couldn't help but worship your body for a bit."
"Mmm, that sounds lovely, but far too quick. Spending a week locked was a big deal, and the end should be special."
"What did you have in mind?"
"You'll just have to trust me," she replied.
She instructed him to kneel so that she could tie a black silk blindfold around his eyes. Satisfied that he could no longer see, she let him stand again and began removing his clothes. She lovingly kissed each newly exposed part of his body, and soon he was standing before her naked, aside from the steel chastity cage. His cock bulged and throbbed within its confines. She held the chastity key to his lips and he dutifully kissed it.
"Thank you for keeping me locked," he said, following the ritual she had established seven days earlier.
That was the required response any time she presented the key. Typically, once in the morning and then again just before going to sleep. But she also liked to keep him on his toes, and even insisted on it in public a few times. She loved how such a simple thing could make him squirm.
The key traced a downwards trail, over his chin, along his neck, and then taking slight detour to a nipple. The tip pressed firmly into his tender flesh, making little circles as his nipple hardened in response. The key resumed its journey, his stomach muscles twitching reflexively. The key snaked across his abdomen until it finally came to rest clicking against the cage. He inhaled sharply in anticipation.
She hesitated, partly to build suspense, but also because if she was to be completely honest with herself, she loved keeping him locked. It had been an amazing week, and she was sad that it had to end. Finally, she turned the key, releasing his cock from its prison. Tasting freedom for the first time in seven long days, it quickly grew to its full size, the swollen head throbbing for attention.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, grasping it firmly and eliciting a soft moan from his lips. She turned and stepped away from him, still holding his cock and tugging gently. He shuffled forward uncertainly. She took a second step, and then a third, each time giving him ample time to catch up. His steps became more confident as she established a leisurely pace. She took a few unnecessary detours through the house before finally reaching their bedroom.
She guided him to the middle of the bed and carefully secured his wrists and ankles to the waiting restraints. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. Her big, strong husband lay spread-eagle and helpless, completely at her mercy. The sight of his engorged cock made her tingle in anticipation.
Though her own pleasure during the week had been an embarrassment of riches, one thing she had to give up was feeling that wonderful cock inside of her. It was a small price to pay for all that she received in return, but even so she was looking forward to the joining of their bodies.
She sat on the bed alongside him, gently caressing the top of his thigh. His cock twitched from the nearby contact. He twisted his body in a futile attempt to bring his cock closer to her hand, but the bonds afforded little movement. She let her hand drift a little closer, tantalizingly near to where he needed it, but still out of reach. After watching him struggle for a bit, she finally reached for his cock, lightly stroking it while he moaned in pleasure.
Feeling his cock throb to her touch, she grasped it more firmly with long, rhythmic strokes that brought him closer and closer to ecstasy. He was breathing rapidly now, moaning loudly each time her hand descended the length of his manhood. She played him like an instrument. At any moment she could have nudged him past the point of no return and given him the ultimate release. But instead, she kept him perpetually balanced on the kinfe's edge as the minutes ticked by.
His whole body tensed and she immediately pulled away, worried that she had gone too far. He begged her not to stop, but she was determined to ignore such pleas. He thrashed and tugged at his bonds, desperate for more stimulation. She watched in fascination as his cock twitched and bobbed, as if it could will itself to orgasm. But it was no use, more stimulation was needed, and she'd stopped in time. His struggles ended with a defeated groan.
She got up and left the room. She wasn't done yet, but he needed to calm down before the next step. He called out to her a couple times, but quickly gave up when there was no reply. She peeked into the room a few minutes later, saw that his erection was still at full strength, and realized that this was going to take longer than expected. She busied herself with some minor tasks around the house, periodically checking in on his progress. Finally, his erection had abated and she returned to the bedroom.
She quickly disrobed and laid down on atop him, with her head resting on his chest. The press of his naked skin against hers felt amazing. His cock was trapped between them, growing and prodding urgently against her. She could feel his need, not so different from her own. She shifted slightly and guided his rock hard cock into her slippery pussy. He instinctively thrust towards her.
"Shh," she cautioned, "don't move. I want to go slow and savor every second."
With her head on his chest she could feel every breath and hear every heartbeat. She slid forward until just the tip of him remained inside. Then she slid back down as slowly as she was able, marveling at the sensation of taking him deeper and deeper. She loved how he filled her perfectly, as if they were made for each other. There she rested, completely impaled by him, clenching her muscles around him every few seconds.
Ready for another thrust, she slid upwards again. But the moment she began her descent, his hips rose to meet her, and she gasped in surprise.
"I told you not to move," she scolded.
"Sorry," he whispered, "I couldn't help it."
"That was your only warning. Next time we stop."
She resumed making love at her glacial pace. There were long periods of laying perfectly still, save for the occasional pulsing of her pussy. These were followed a gloriously slow thrusts, up until they were barely touching, and then back down until he was completely inside. She enjoyed every second immensely, and was impressed with the degree of his self control. She hadn't imagined he'd last this long. In fact, her plans depended on him making another mistake. She would have to do something about that. She rose for another thrust, the began to slide back down, only to stop short. As expected, he moved against her before catching himself. It was only the briefest of movements, but it was enough. She immediately pulled away, rolling off of him and leaving his cock twitching helplessly.
She got up and threatened to call it quits for the day. She scolded him with mock anger, grateful that the blindfold prevented him from seeing the smile on her face. He apologized profusely and begged her to return. She let him grovel a bit more before eventually rejoining him.
Once again she climbed on top of him, this time straddling his head and suggesting he find a way to make up for his mistake. His tongue quickly found her pussy, puffy and drenched from their earlier activities. She leaned forward, using the headboard for balance. She felt spread out and exposed in this position, and once again appreciated the blindfold. She could feel his tongue explore every fold and crevice, making her entire body feel warm and tingly.
She rocked forward slightly, placing her clit directly in front of his tongue. That was perhaps the best part of riding his face - it was so easy to direct every move and get precisely what she craved. His tongue swirled around her clit with rhythmic circles that set every nerve on fire. Usually she could sense an orgasm building and feel it gradually bloom inside her. This one came out of nowhere and hit her like a tsunami. She screamed as her whole body shook in ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her washed up on the beach, weak and a little lost.
When she eventually regained her senses, she realized she was leaning awkwardly against the headboard and Phil was doing his best to tenderly kiss whatever he could reach with his lips. She crawled down, snuggling at his side with her head on his chest and one leg draped over his. As her breathing slowly returned to normal she felt both spent and loved.
