Megan's Contract

In the previous chapter, Megan produced our contract, which established her as a hotwife, with me as her cuckold. After this, she had produced the chastity cage that I would be wearing. Now it was time to put it on.

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Megan pushed the small cardboard box across the table towards me. I undid the seal and pulled out the contents, a small black cloth drawstring bag with something inside. I could hear clinking as I undid the string and dropped the contents onto the table.

This was the first time I had seen a chastity cage up close. There was a round metal ring, a metal cage which looked like a small penis, and a couple of keys on a keyring, one of which was inserted into a small barrel lock. Megan started to demonstrate, picking up the ring first of all.

"I don't think I've ever told you, but one of my previous boyfriends used to wear one of these for me, so I've had some experience with it. I used to really enjoy the control, and I'm not really sure why we haven't done this before."

"This ring goes around the base of your cock, with your balls sticking through. I have a really good hint for you - tie a shoelace around the base of your balls and pull it tight. That will make your balls stand out more prominently - then you pull them through the ring one at a time, and finally push your cock through as well."

She produced a small bottle and dropped it on the table.

"This is water based lube - put a bit on your balls and cock before you start. World of warning though - don't get too excited. If you cock isn't flacid then its going to get painful!"

She picked up the cage.

"This slips over your cock and the two pins fit into the ring. Once it's pushed on, it will stop your cock and balls pulling out of the ring. If it's pushed in correctly then you can slip the barrel lock through the bit at the top, turn the key and pull it out, and then you are locked in!"

She chuckled.

"The cage comes in different sizes - Small, Medium and Large. I got you Small - and even then I bet you don't fill it when you are soft!"

This was the first time Megan had ever commented on my size. I had seen enough cocks in men's shower rooms at the gym to know that I wasn't the largest, but she had never once said anything about me being smaller than average. My embarrassment must have shown, because Megan laughed again, a cruel mocking sound that was starting to become familiar to me.

"Oh, for god's sake, don't say you are upset already? Don't you realise how small your cock is? Its bad enough when i'ts hard, but when it's soft - it must be one of the smallest I have ever seen. Why do you think I have this need to get fucked by other men."

She was getting impatient now.

"Go and put it on. This time only, because it is your first time, I'll give you some privacy, but after that, you will be putting it on in front of me!"

I disappeared into the bathroom, and tried to remember Megan's instructions. It was difficult to get the ring on, but Megan's tip about the shoelace turned out to be a good one. I eventually got the cage on over my cock, which I struggled to keep soft during the process, resorting to splashing cold water on it when I started to get excited.

The sensation once it was on was very strange. The ring was quite tight behind my balls, and there was a tugging sensation when I stood up, as the weight of the metal cage pulled at them. I was worried that it would be visible through my jeans, but the curve of the cage, and the fact that it was a small size, meant that it was barely visible. I couldn't feel my cock inside it, but wondered what would happen as soon as it started to get hard.

I returned to Megan, who was on the couch in the sitting room. She beckoned me to stand in front of her, and told me to drop my trousers and boxers. It was humiliating to stand in front of her like that, while she just stared at my encased cock, before reaching out a hand and cupping it, as if weighing something.

"Such a sad little thing in its cage. I wonder when we shall see it again? Now give me the keys!"

I handed her the keys which were still on the single ring. She detached on and put it in an envelope which she sealed, and then signed across the flap.

"I'm going to put this in the drawer in my bedroom. This envelope will stay sealed unless there is an emergency and I'm not around to let you out. It had better be serious if you ever have to use this. I will know if you have tried to open the envelope so I would advise you to try and forget that it's even there!"

Megan produced a small chain which she treaded through the remaining key, before placing it around her neck. The chain was long enough so that the key dropped between her breasts, barely visible unless you knew where to look.

"This will stay here, for now. As per the contract, I won't embarrass you in vanilla situations, or at work, but you can be assured that there will be times when it will be very much on show. Now how does it feel with the cage on?"

I told Megan that it felt tight around my balls but that I could barely feel my cock in the cage, which elicited a chuckle from her.

"Wait until tomorrow when you try and get your regular morning wood! Anyway, that's enough now, put it away and make me something to eat."

Suddenly that was that. Normality resumed and we spent the rest of the day just like any regular Saturday, although I noticed that Megan spent most of the day lounging around while I carried on with the house work, popping out to do the shopping, and cooking our meals. Later on that evening, we were watching television together, when Megan suddenly turned to me.

"So you might be getting confused now. After the palaver of getting you caged this morning you might be surprised that suddenly we have carried on as normal. Well, a lot of our time is going to be like that. Apart from the fact that you are wearing that cage, we are still husband and wife, and we will still spend vanilla time together when I feel like it. If I want to be on my own I will tell you, and when I want to date, I will also tell you. I've decided to start slowly, for your sake, so this weekend, we will just act as normal. However, you won't be sleeping with me - that is something that is going to start immediately."

That night I went to bed in what was now 'my' room. During the day, I had moved all my clothes out of our bedroom, which I would now have to start thinking of as Megan's room. It was strange to lie in bed, with the weight of the cage reminding me of my new position in the house hold. I woke up in the night in discomfort, and realised that my cock had started to get an erection, and was now filling the cage, pushing the flesh against the bars. I was only semi-hard, and wondered how painful it would be if I got totally erect, or even if that was possible now. Remembering the effect when I put the cage on earlier, I splashed myself with cold water from my bathroom, and felt the relief as my cock softened.

There had been a note beside the bed when I went in last night, from Megan.

"I expect to be brought tea in bed each morning when I am awake. If it is a work day, bring it at 7 o'clock, but at the weekends, wait until I text you. When you bring me my tea, I will tell you whether I want breakfast in bed or not."

It was Sunday morning, so I left Megan alone and went downstairs to make my own breakfast, my phone out ready. It buzzed at about 9.30 with a terse message.

"Tea."

I quickly made the drink and took it up, gently opening the door to find Megan curled up under the sheets. She turned her head as I put the cup down and a frown appeared on her face.

"First mistake of the day, and it's hardly started. You never come into this room uninvited, do you hear. You will knock at the door and wait until I tell you to enter!"

I hung my head and muttered, "Sorry!"

"Pathetic!"

I was stung by the sharpness in her voice, as she continued.

"Now fuck off and make my breakfast. I want poached eggs and bacon. And fucking knock when you come back."

I hurried out of the room, my cheeks crimson. The previous night Megan had said that things would be much the same as before, but evidently she had woken up in a bad mood, and I supposed that I would have to start getting used to my new place in the household. When I returned with the tray, I knocked at the door and waited until I heard her curt reply.

"Come."

I took the tray into the room, Megan was sat up against the bed head, naked with her firm full breasts exposed while she fiddled with the tv remote. She ignored me totally as I put the tray down in her lap, my head inches from her bare nipples. I felt my cock hardening uncomfortably and flinched, which made her laugh.

"Oh dear, getting uncomfortable are we? Well feel free to ogle me, you little perv. It's the closest you are ever going to get now!"

I left the tray and went back downstairs. Megan joined me some time later, but now acting as if we were a normal couple again, chatting about what we could with the day. We even went out in the afternoon to a pub and had some drinks, just like we used to do. There were some subtle differences though, Megan had always been quite keen on alternating paying for things when we went out, but this time it was different. I went to go to the bar each time, and paid for all the drinks, and when we decided to have something to eat later on, she picked what were both going to eat, and ignored the bill when it arrived, expecting me to settle it. I was starting to realise the subtle shifts in our relationship, and that Megan was now asserting herself as the dominant partner.

Monday saw the start of our first working week with the new relationship. My only contact with Megan in the mornings was taking her tea, after which I didn't see her again until the evening. She worked in her own room, and texted me to take her a sandwich for lunch, which I left outside her door. That evening she told me that she would be starting to return to working the office in the city, so from now on, she would expect me to take her to the train station in the morning, and then pick her up when she was ready in the evening.

I saw little of her for the next few days, taking her to the station in the morning, and then collecting her at night. If she wanted to eat at home, she would text me in the afternoon so that I had a meal waiting for her when she arrived home. By the time we got to the next weekend, my position as her sub had been well and truly established, and I realised that little by little Megan was controlling almost all of my working day.

On Friday, instead of texting me her meal choice for the evening, she told me to pick her up and take us for drinks and a pizza, which is what we often did on a Friday night. We had both had quite difficult work that week, and were ready to unwind. Over some drinks, which of course I paid for, she started to chat about the last few days, and what was going to happen this weekend.

"I know I've left you alone most of this week. Thats partly because we both work, and even before, we didn't spend that much time together in the week. I also wanted to give you some space to adjust to the change in the dynamic between us. As you are starting to realise, I expect you to serve me now, rather than us just being equal partners, and as time goes on that will become more and more apparent. We will still have evenings together like this, because I like you and enjoy your company, but it's not going to be like that all the time."

She paused, trying to gauge my reaction, as I sat thinking about what she was saying.

"This weekend I'm going to be gently with you. We will spend the weekend together, just like last week, and I won't ask too much of you. But after that things are going to start to change.Once we get towards the end of next week, it's going to be time for me to start thinking about dating."

She paused again, wishing for my response. I didn't really know what to say, but I was grateful that she was considering my feelings, m at least in part. Megan continued.

"I'm going to be brutally honest, I haven't been fucked now for over a week, since I saw James the last time, and I'm starting to get horny. Don't get excited, you aren't going to be getting to pleasure me, but next weekend, someone is. I'm going to go on a date next Saturday, and you will be helping me get ready!"

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In the next chapter, I help Megan get ready for her date with a new lover