No person referred to in the text below is or was under the age of eighteen.
In the unlikely event that you are not familiar, the word cunt is often used in lifestyle and libertine worlds. It has no negative connotation and is used lovingly as an anatomical term, much as the rest of the world uses pussy.
You may recall that my lovely subby hubby and I had agreed to introduce another man into out relationship. Hubby gets off big time by being subjected to my, admittedly somewhat powerful, personality, but this was a joint idea, a joint venture.
We had chatted about our fantasies just after cementing out marital relationship, alright we had just finished fucking. During that wonderful phase when a man's eyes glaze over and a girl just knows he's abut to give you his cum, I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck someone else while he watched.
I don't know why, I suppose it was just an extension of my need to dominate, and I probably wouldn't have given it a second thought if he hadn't asked me what I was thinking as he came. He likes to know this stuff. I think it's fuel for his masturbation fantasies if he's on a denial week.
Ah denial week! Yes things had moved on a lot since our first experiment with cuckold. Hubby had moved into a position of full submission, amazingly, at his own request. I was a bit surprised at first but my natural desire to dominate had made the offer too tempting to refuse.
I now dominated every aspect of his life. He had to ask permission to do anything and everything. If I was feeling horny I just used him as my play thing. We both loved it! I got him to use Mr Magic Rabbit on my clit, lick me out, finger my G spot, and generally be my sex slave and, if I felt in the mood, I would fuck him, but generally just make him wank off while I watched. Anyway, back to denial week.
Obviously he's not allowed to masturbate on a denial week and he knows that if he's caught, it's the cock cage for him! We don't normally have to use a cock cage, his will power and his word are usually enough, but I bought it as a present to him, as a threat. Wank off on a denial day and it's a week in the cock cage boyo!
I had obtained a magnificent example from my favourite toy shop and I deliberated for some time over the colour. Pink would be nice and humiliating, clear was the obvious choice but black, oh the black: yes, yes, yes. A well known delivery service had it on my door step the following morning, I couldn't wait!
I unpacked it. It was just perfect, hard, black and very intimidating looking with its gold padlock on top. OK so it's brass, but it looks like gold. I have a tall chest of drawers in our bedroom and it faces the door as you enter. I placed the cage strategically on top, sideways on, so that he saw it every time we went to bed. It almost screamed "behave".
The first time I had tried denial it was such a stunning success that it is becoming more and more frequent. I struggle to recall how it started but probably an exchange of ideas in the post coital chat on one of those occasions I had fucked him.
When the subject came up he seemed more than usually interested. He's so subby that it's deliciously tempting to tease him. Anyway, shortly after that he committed some minor misdemeanour and instead of the usual spanking, I just told him he wasn't allowed to cum for a week.
The look on his face was priceless, and I enjoyed every minute of it, vamping around in my sexiest undies, undressing him for bed and stroking his cock until it got hard, then lying on the bed and bringing myself off with my favourite sex toy while he could only watch. So after a few days of that his balls were bursting and he was so sexed up that I only had to touch the front of his trousers to provoke the start of an erection. It was such fun.
By day five he was getting really quite frustrated and I noticed he spent longer in the shower than normal. I immediately accused him of wanking and no amount of protest from him could convince me otherwise. Actually he probably wasn't really wanking, just enjoying washing his semi erect cock much more carefully than was really necessary, but any excuse to punish is not to be overlooked.
The decision now was either to extend the denial week or put him in a cock cage. The cock cage won! So when we took our mutual shower before bed that evening, the one where he thinks he's about to get lucky, and I allow him to soap my breasts and have a little fumble between my legs, I reminded him he's on a denial week and that I had caught him wanking.
He, of course, denied it, but I made him go and get the black cock cage, complete with gold padlock, and bring it back to the shower.
"Seriously?" He said, handing it over.
"Seriously!" I said, turning the key and opening the cage. "No erections for you my boy!"
"For how long?"
"Until I decide, that's how long!"
"But denial ends tomorrow!"
"That was before I caught you wanking."
"I wasn't wanking."
"Don't argue. If I say you were wanking, then you were wanking. Understand?"
"Yes, yes of course, I understand."
"Good boy! It should only be for a few days."
"A few days? But......"
"I'll add an extra day each time you argue." Silence.
I reached forward in the tumbling water, took his cock gently in my hand, slid the ring round his balls, fitted the cover and snapped the lock. What a fabulous sight. Pink man, pink cock, pink balls, both encased in a jet black sheath with a gold lock on top. Then I got on with my shower. Why's shower gel so fucking sexy? It's so much better than soap.
The whole episode had turned me on so much that I told him to go and fetch Mr magic rabbit from my bedside table. As I smoothed the shower gel over my breasts, down over the curve of my belly, past where my pubic hair used to be, I touched Mr MR on the top of my cunt and felt it's vibrating ears move towards my clit.
Domination always makes me feel horny but this was his first time in a cock cage and I was juicing. I passed him the vibrator, piled my hair high on my head, stood with my legs apart and told him to bring me off.
He stood there trying to erect but the cock cage put an end to that. He was obviously in some discomfort as I felt the first wave hit. My knees buckled a bit and he nearly lost contact. Being masturbated in the shower by a man in a cock cage is not to be missed!
I got him to dry me off and made for the bedroom still feeling horny as hell. One orgasm down, but why have one slice of pie when you can have two! The warm summer's evening had left our room nice and warm so I just lay on my back, with my legs parted just enough for him to see I was wet.
"And how is it in that cock cage?
"Do you like it?
"It's making me wet to see the longing in your eyes.
"Come, you've been very good. You can lick me and if it's really good I might take your cage off a day early."
He knelt at the end of the bed and lowered his head between my parted thighs, he gathered my knees in his arms and opened me to his gaze and his tongue.
