My phone pinged again, another notification that I had just paid for something. I was kneeling on the kitchen floor, scrubbing at the tiles with the toothbrush that she had given me before she went out for the afternoon. Since then, my phone had continued to ping with payment notifications, each time that she used my debit card.
As usual, our weekend had started Friday night with her locking me into my chastity cage, and then ignoring me for the rest of the evening, as she lay on the sofa watching television. Her only acknowledgement of my presence was to click her fingers for me to re-fill her wine glass when it was empty. When she had had enough, she had simply dropped her empty glass on the floor and padded up the stairs to our bedroom, and when I followed after clearing up downstairs, the closed door clearly indicated that I would be spending the night alone, on the small uncomfortable bed in the spare room, where she had left the list of chores for the next day;
Do all the washing - my underwear is hand wash only
Hoover the whole house
Clean the kitchen and bathroom
Scrub the kitchen floor with this toothbrush
Change my bed
Do not disturb me!!
I realised that its would take me all day to complete this list, and that most of it would have to wait until Louise was up - I didn't want to run the risk of waking her. I couldn't remember when our weekends had become like this. She had always been the dominant person in our relationship, and the first time she had suggested that I wear a cage, it had been almost a joke that we agreed to one drunken late night. Now it was normal for me to spend the whole weekend locked up, solely focussed on her needs, with her treating worse each week. The trouble was that I loved it, and the crueler she was, the harder I became inside the tight metal tube that encased me. If it wasn't for having to go to work, she would probably be happy for me to be permanently encased in it.
After spending the morning doing what I could without waking her, I had been summoned to take her breakfast, and then just after lunch she had appeared, made up and ready to go out. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and the small black dress hugged her firm chest and tight ass. She sat on the stairs to lace up her long leather boots and pulling on a coat, ordered me to drive her into town.
When we got to the centre, and I pulled up to drop her off, she just looked at me, her face stern and scowling.
"Have you forgotten something, fuck-wit?"
I racked my brains, I was sure I had done everything. I had crept around the house while she was asleep, taken her her favourite breakfast when she called for it, and dropped everything to drive into the town. She signed and held out her hand.
"I'm going shopping. How the fuck do you think I am going to pay for it?"
She held out her hand, and I fumbled for my wallet, handing it to her. Reaching inside, she took my debit card, the only one that she allowed me to have. She started to hand it back to me, before pausing, and then grabbed all the notes from inside, before tossing the empty wallet onto the floor.
"That's a fine for displeasing me. Now fuck off!"
With that, she swung her legs out of the car, and walked away, her high hells clip clopping on the pavement as she strode towards the shopping centre. I saw the men glance at her as she walked by, her short black dress hinting at what lay beneath. Sighing to myself, I started the car, and returned home to my waiting chores.
There was predictably no communication from her through the afternoon, the only hint of what she was up to being the payment notifications arriving on my phone as she shopped, until I got a message from her later on.
"Book a table for me at Marco's for 7pm. It needs to be a table for two!"
My heart sank slightly, but my cock hardened again as I realised what this implied. The booking was not for us, it was for her, and the second person was almost certainly one of her lovers. When we had discovered this lifestyle, it had not been long before I confessed to her that I had fantasies about being cuckolded. That had quickly led to her trying it out, and now she had several boy-friends that she met regularly, taking delight in telling me about them when she returned home. Normally she saw them during the afternoon, but I could tell from the payment notifications that she had been out shopping today, probably with one of her girl friends.
Apart from teasing me about her lovers, she also had told all her girl friends about our relationship, so I had to suffer the added humiliation of them knowing about me, and seeing the disgust in their faces whenever they met me. On more than one occasion, when Louise had had friends over for drinks, and while I was circulating the room as their waiter, they had reached between my legs to cup the chastity cage, to see if what she had told them was true.
Afternoon turned into evening with no further word from Louise. I got the payment notification when she had finished her meal at Marco's, followed shortly after by another one from the Marriott hotel, for a room booking. That was followed by silence. I realised that she wasn't coming home, and crept to bed, curling up on my small single bed, my cock aching in its small cage.
The next morning, I was awake, with my phone out ready. It remained silent until about 11 oclock when I got a text that contained only;
