Morning wood wakes me at 5:30 yet again. I could almost set my watch by it.
I momentarily have images of my cock imitating a green superhero undergoing massive body growth and ripping through clothing and anything that attempts to contain him with a roar of power. But alas, my cock possesses no super-human powers. The cock cage is my kryptonite and it keeps me helplessly contained instead of rampaging forth.
My cock is chained to the earth by my own testicles as my selfish cock tries to rip them out of their rightful place. They engage in a tug of war that inevitably ends in a stalemate, none of them, or me, the triumphant winner. It is a deliciously kinky feeling.
Turning over I find that if I lay on my stomach and prop up one leg just so I can accommodate my warring anatomy somewhat and I am more comfortable. Amazingly, Kim stirs and snuggles into me and we lie together entwined in early morning wedded bliss. Her scent and touch aggravate my condition for a while. Eventually I can feel the morning wood subside a little and can be comfortable again.
When my alarm goes off I roll back to turn it off but she says "Stay put" and climbs over me to get the alarm. In the process, she drags her magnificent, soft breasts across my face. First left to right, then right to left on her way back. Soft and silky in the first direction, sliding and pooling their way across my face. On the return the nipples are decidedly poking. The little nubs roll across my eyelid and almost make and audible twang as they catch on the bridge of my nose before flicking to my opposite cheek.
Okay, any hope I might have had of remaining calm is gone now. My cock attempts to leap skyward yet again, only to be reminded of the futility of it once more by the testicles. Kim cheerfully says "Good morning, sweetie" and kisses me before promptly turning around to straddle my face.
"Breakfast in bed?"
"You spoil me" I say and begin to delicately kiss and lick at her labia.
She has clearly been planning this at least since we started snuggling because she is already quite wet. The taste of her is heavenly, and I can feel the tightness of the chastity tube seem to increase more. My testicles semi-levitate off my legs like apples dangling from a tree branch.
She giggles, sighs and lays down on top of me while I kiss and lick her sex. At first, she just wiggles the chastity cage with her hand and I moan into her. Then she kisses my protruding testicle and it is like someone just injected lava into my veins.
I continue my ministrations to her wet, puffy labia and stiffening clitoris knowing the key to my comfort is to distract her enough that she stops focusing on me and pays attention to her own body's response.
Despite my best efforts and getting some sighing and "Oh Yes" from her, I am not winning this battle. She kisses. She nibbles. She licks. She sucks. Finally, I can't take it and suck in a deep breath and moan out loud.
She stops.
"Keep licking or so help me I will give away your keys and you won't get out for a month. No more precious edgings in the mornings."
I immediately start licking again.
"That's it" she says approvingly. Then she adds "If I bring you breakfast in bed you'd better eat it."
The mental image is appealing and suddenly my eyes are rolling back in my head and I'm trying to wiggle my hips to get away from her tongue so I don't go over the edge.
I do NOT stop licking her.
She realizes how close I am and raises her head and says sternly "Don't you cum. Do not cum."
I wiggle, I twitch, I pant, I grind my hips back into the bed and somehow manage not to orgasm.
"Good boy" she says in a sultry voice, sitting back into my face more. "Good boy. You don't cum. You ... don't ... cum. I... do. I ... doooo.
And with that she shudders and grinds out her orgasm on my face.
When she is done, she lays down on top of me to relax. A minute or two later she stirs again. Idly she jiggles my throbbing, encased package.
