I slowly regained consciousness in the morning. Light was coming in through the partially opened drapes in the bedroom. I reached up to rub my yes and realized that the cuffs on my wrists had been removed. I tried to yawn, however the tape over my mouth was still attached. No problem, I thought as I took it off myself. Ah... so Marie was having a little fun last night I thought. Weirdly out of character, but extremely hot sex. I figured that she was probably in the kitchen making coffee and started to get out of bed.
That's when I noticed an envelope on my chest... I also noticed that I was covered to the waist by the duvet. Still a bit groggy, I opened the unsealed envelope.
"I suppose you were wondering what 'got into me' last night" Marie has written in her elegant hand. "Well, after work a while ago, some of my friends and I had a little get-together to share some wine and stories. Lillian invited one of her friends who is selling sex toys at home parties and she talked about how we could all spice up our love lives".
I was enthralled and kept reading...
"I bought the cuffs I used last night as well as some other items to surprise you with. If you throw off the duvet, you'll see a brand new shiny stainless steel chastity cage locked securely on to your cock. I know that you don't need this to guard against any infidelity but it looked like so much fun to be able to have your cock locked up for me."
Holy fucking shit! My mind was racing as I looked at the fucking cage and little brass padlock. There was a steel ring around my balls and it looked like there was no way to get the contraption off without the key or a fucking hack saw.
There was more to read... "You can shower and piss with the cage on, everything except get hard. You'll get used to it and I guarantee, you won't mind it - eventually. For now, you can uncuff your ankles and get ready for work. I've left already and I'll be home after work. One more thing - you are not to mention this "development" to anyone and I am not going to discuss it with you either. Have a great day, I'll make the bed when I get home."
She signed it "Love, Marie" with her signature heart over the "i".
This whole thing was just getting weirder and weirder. And now my cock was in some kind of stainless steel prison. While in the shower I realized that Marie had me in "bondage restraints" the night before.
I found that more than a bit strange and coincidental since I had tripped over "bondage" some time ago while doing research for work. I wondered (to myself) if she had found my search history somehow, but dismissed it since Marie had said she had gone to a sex toy party. I was sure it was coincidental, but certainly strange.
I had never been tied down before but I had to admit that I liked it. She tortured my cock and balls, but in the end she made me cum in one of the best orgasms I had ever had. My cock was growing as I remembered last night and then I was brought back to reality by the piece of shit cage!
OK, I finished showering and got dressed for work. The next few days were uneventful and normal. Just like she had said in the note Marie did not mention the cock cage and I was reluctant to bring up the possibility of love-making since it was now obvious that sex was her domain. We watched TV as usual, went to bed as usual, got up as usual and went to work, as usual. Normal... Days became weeks. The cage seemed a bit more normal but not really.
Then one night, while we were cleaning up after dinner, Marie asked if it would be OK if we didn't watch the Netflix series we were following and just went upstairs. I agreed, but was a bit fearful of thinking that she was about to release my cock. When we got to the bedroom, she ordered me to strip. Her tone was unlike anything I had heard from her before. It was aggressive and demanding. I was taken aback and hesitated.
She barked "I said strip - and I mean NOW".
I started to disrobe as instructed and left my clothes in a pile on the floor.
Marie said "Seriously? You're just going to leave your clothes on the floor like that? Pick them up and put everything where it belongs, the dirty stuff goes in the hamper."