It was a Monday morning, the day after our last scene, but over a week since I last came. My wife asked me to take the day off of work to spend with her, just lazing about the house. Given how stressed we'd all been about coronavirus, I agreed.
We snuggled together on the couch all morning and into the afternoon, just enjoying our closeness after the previous night's intense scene. We reaffirmed our love for each other and talked about what we liked about the scene. She had been taking the opportunity to touch me and tease me all day, sometimes pinching my nipples or slapping my still-sore shoulders to reinforce how much she'd flogged me the previous day.
Then, around mid-afternoon, I was lying on the couch with my head in her lap looking up at her, just sharing a moment as our son played on the other side of the room. She reached into my pants and touched my abdomen right above the cock cage.
I looked at her and said, "Please touch me."
She smiled. "Where?"
"Please touch my cock through its cage."
She reached further down and started running her fingers up and down my cock, and I moaned softly in pleasure.
"Does that feel good?"
"God, yes, Mistress. I think the thing that I miss most wearing the cage is feeling your touch."
She continued stroking me for a few more moments, enjoying the pleasure she could see on my face. I could feel my cock growing and starting to strain against the bars of its cage.
Then her fingers slowed, and I tried to push my cock up to get more friction. She just looked down at me, and I realized she'd stopped deliberately! I looked up at her beseechingly.
She smiled down at me. "Do you want something?"
"Please, Mistress, touch my cock."
"I love hearing you beg," she smiled as she resumed teasing me.
A minute or two later, she stopped again. I moaned my disappointment and looked up at her.
She smirked at me. "I love seeing you so desperate, so needy."
"Please, Mistress, keep touching me."
She once again resumed. Her fingers felt amazing on my cock. At this point, it was as erect as the cage would allow it to get, and I could feel the lightest touch on my skin that was bulging out between the bars.
Unfortunately, at that moment, we were interrupted by my son, who wanted some yogurt. I groaned, but my wife removed her hand from my pants, and I reluctantly got up to sit him down at the table to eat.
When I came back, I suspected that we would not continue, since the mood had kind of been broken. However, my wife surprised me. I had just laid back down where I had been before when I saw her glance at my son in the other room. She seemed to be considering how long he'd stay at the table.
She looked down at me and said, "Get up and come over here."
I stood up and walked over to stand in front of her. She pulled down the front of my pants and leaned forward so that she could reach the lock to my cage with the key hanging around her neck.
"You're unlocking me?" I asked, surprised.
"Yup. I want to play."
She handed me the lock and looked at me expectantly. I took off the cage and then wondered what to do with it. I asked her whether I would be putting it back on later. She said yes, so I went to put it in the bathroom temporarily.
Then I came back and once again lay down with my head on her lap. She pulled the throw blanket off of herself and said sweetly, "Here, you look cold." She draped it over me, so that even if our son looked over at us, he couldn't see anything. Then she reached down into my pants and started stroking my cock.
I moaned in pleasure, and she smiled down at me. "Does that feel good?"
"God, yes, Mistress. I love it when you touch me."
"Is that what you've been missing?"
"Oh, yes!"
She continued stroking me until I became fully erect.
I looked up at her and smiled distractedly. "You love teasing me like this, don't you?"
"Mmm hmmm," she smiled back, still stroking me. "You have no idea how wet I am from doing this to you."
"Oh god!" I moaned. "Do you need me to take care of that for you?"
"You will, later."
"Oh, god. If you keep this up, Mistress, you're going to make me cum."
"I know."
"You want me to cum? You don't want to make me wait? Or keep me holding off until after you peg me tomorrow night?"
"No, I want you to cum now. You need to stop second-guessing me. This is what I want."
I groaned. I would have preferred that she not make me cum yet. I really did want to be more desperate while she pegged me, to see if we could get me to cum just from the pegging. And I really did like the idea of her getting me hard and so close to cumming, only to stop at the last minute and then get me soft and locked back up into my cage. But I also liked the idea of being under her control, so I smiled up at her. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy," she said, relaxing her grip so that she was just teasing the sides of my cock. She then reached down to play with my balls.
"Please, Mistress, stroke my cock more." That was what I really needed in order to cum for her.
She obliged. "Is that better?"
"Yes, Mistress! Do you want me to cum in my pants for you? Do you know how humiliating that is?"
"Uh huh. Are you going to cum in your pants like a little bitch?" She started repeatedly squeezing my cock in her fist.
"God, yes. I love being your little bitch," I moaned.
"Are you going to be my little slut?" She went back to stroking, this time using a little more pressure.
"Oh, yes," I cried, trying to stay quiet so that my son wouldn't notice what we were up to. "I'm getting close, Mistress! May I cum for you?"
"Yes, cum for me," she said, stroking me even faster.
That finally triggered my orgasm. I gasped as I came, shooting my cum onto her hand and into my underwear. The feeling was incredible!
I was just starting to come down from my climax when our son called to us asking to get down from the table. We laughed, and my wife told him we'd be there in a second.
"I'm afraid I need to go change clothes," I said.
"Okay, you do that, and I'll take care of him," she said.
I went to grab my cock cage from the downstairs bathroom, and then I went upstairs to get cleaned up. I took off the dirty underwear and pants and wiped all the cum off of my abdomen. I washed my cage and put it back on, but left the lock undone, since I know Mistress likes to be the one to lock it. I put on a clean pair of underwear and pajama pants. Then I grabbed my soiled clothes to take down to the laundry and went back downstairs.
My son had wandered off to play again, so I walked over to my wife and pulled down the front of my pants. "Do you want to lock me back up?"
She did so and then smiled up at me as I pulled my pants back up.
I smiled at her and showed her the huge wet spot on the underwear that I'd just taken off. "Just in case you wanted to see the result of your little adventure."
She laughed and I went to take the soiled clothes to the laundry.
We didn't wind up playing again until the following Saturday. Mistress had been teasing me all day.
That afternoon, when our son was playing in his room, we took the opportunity to shave each other's pubic areas, which we hadn't done in a while. Surprisingly, my cage hadn't been catching on my hair nearly as much as it had in the past, but I still preferred not taking the chance. And I loved how Mistress looked without any hair - her pussy was incredibly beautiful, and I loved not having any hair in the way as I looked at it, played with it, and worshipped it.
That evening, after I put our son to bed, I came into the bedroom. Mistress was waiting for me on the bed. Since I suspected that she was going to peg me, I told her I needed to make sure I was completely empty before we started, so I went to the bathroom.
While I was on the toilet, I started thinking about what I needed to do to get ready for our scene. "Mistress, I haven't yet had my dilator in today. Do you want me to put that in now, or do you want my ass available for play?"
"No, leave it out," she replied. "I have three things in store for you this evening. I'm not going to tell you what they are, but they are numbered 1, 2, and 3, and you can choose the order in which we do them."
"Okay. Well, I have no idea what any of them are, so I guess let's do 1, 2, and 3."
"Well, that's boring."
I laughed. "I have no idea what any of them are, so you're basically asking me to choose a random number. So I picked the combination an idiot would have on his luggage."
She chuckled at the Spaceballs reference. "Okay. You sure you don't want to do a different order?"
I laughed again. "If you don't like that order, I'll pick a different one. How about 3, 2, 1?"
"That's also boring. How about 2, 3, 1?"
I laughed yet again. It was funny how she sometimes didn't fully think things through - after all, why give me the choice if she was going to pick a different order anyway? But as I was going to find out this evening, there were some things she was clearly very good at thinking through.