"Sweatheart, you ready?" Kelly's said, as she stood at the end of the bed completely naked. He looked up at her and then down at the floor, his breathing increased. He nodded as his cage felt heavier than ever, a reminder of the two weeks of denial he had suffered through.
"Say it, Bob," she said, her tone laced with dominance he has never experienced. "Use them."
"Yes, babe. I'm ready." His voice desperate.
"Good. Remember the deal," she said as she climbs onto the bed and straddling him. "You're going to cum inside me, and then you're going to clean me up. All of it. No hesitation. No excuses."
Bob heart pounding. "I'll do it. I promise."
Kelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his chest as she leaned down. "Then let's begin."
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Two weeks earlier, it started with a conversation. They'd been lying in bed, tv playing and Kelly scrolling on her phone, when Bob had finally gathered the courage to tell her about his fantasy.
"Kelly, I've been thinking," he'd begun, his voice hesitant. Kelly had turned to him, wondering what he was about to say.
"About what?" she'd asked.
Bob had taken a deep breath, his gaze directed towards the tv. "About... eating my own creampie. After we've had sex."
Kelly was very surprised by the comment. "And?" she'd prompted, sensing there was more.
"I lose the urge after I cum," Bob admitted, his face reddening. "I want to do it, but I can't seem to make myself go through with it."
Kelly thought about it for a moment, he. "So you need someone to make you do it?"
Bob had nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes."
Kelly had smiled then, a slow, mischievous smile that had made Bob's heart skip a beat. "Alright," she'd said. "let me think about it."
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The next morning, Bob woke up to find a cage on nightstand and a note that state "2 weeks or so. No release. Just you, I, and tease very much. When the time comes, you will be full of cum, you will not know what to do with yourself. And then, you will clean every last drop."
Bob saw the note, his stomach churned with a mixture of enthusiasm and apprehension. He knew what he was doing, but its reality was completely another matter.
The first week was the most difficult. Kelly had ruthlessly teased him, wearing her sexiest lingerie around the house, brushing against him when they passed in the hallway, and when the children were not around, she whispered dirty things in his ears. He gave her pleasure every night, his hands and mouths were tirelessly trying to work her, while he was desperate for his release.
By the second week, Bob was struggling. Every move Kelly made seemed designed to drive him out of his mind. She'd edge him a few times, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before stopping, leaving him trembling and begging for more.
And now, on the final day, Kelly had finally decided it was time.
"Sweatheart, you ready?" Kelly's said, as she stood at the end of the bed completely naked. He looked up at her and then down at the floor, his breathing increased. He nodded as his cage felt heavier than ever, a reminder of the two weeks of denial he had suffered through.
"Say it, Bob," she said, her tone laced with dominance he has never experienced. "Use them."
"Yes, babe. I'm ready." His voice desperate.
