She Lies It More Than I Do

When I woke up in the morning, I my chest, shoulders, and knees were sore, but that wasn't the pain that woke me up. The strain from my new cage was an almost throbbing style of pain, and I immediately remembered the cage was on, and morning wood was a thing. I haven't thought about having morning wood since I was going through puberty, and now I am being reminded because of the uncomfortability. I got up to use the restroom, and noticed it was harder for me to aim than when I was a free man. I've never really sat down to pee, but I realized in a moment this was probably the best way to handle this situation. The relief felt great, and slowly my morning wood, if you can even call it that in the cage, was settled and I felt comfortable again. Still the cage felt like a small weight on my crotch, a consistent reminder of my predicament.

I went downstairs to start making coffee, and thought to make one for my fiancé as well for when she woke up. The timing could not have been more perfect, as I was pouring her cup, she came down the stairs in her skin-tight soft pajamas. The sun from the window cast a nice glow over her, allowing for me to see her perfect nipples hard under her shirt, and a slight bit of camel toe which always puts my mind in a frenzy. I could feel a slight strain in the cage.

Her: "Thanks for the coffee baby"

Me: "of course my love"

Her: "how did you sleep last night?"

Me: "honestly like shit...the floor is so hard, and sleeping on my stomach makes it challenging to get comfortable."

Her: "aww poor baby, keep that in your mind so we don't have any lack of rule-following today. If you're good I might let you back in the bed again."

Me: "ok my love."

Her: "I will say the bed is definitely bigger when you are not in it, I can stretch out a lot more"

She said this with that same sick smile, which registered to me that she enjoyed the punishment more than even I thought she would. I thought it probably wouldn't be wise to say anything at this time.

Her: "I have some work to do this morning on my computer, can you make the bed and then you can drink your coffee and do whatever?"

Me: "sure, that fine."

As I walked up the stairs back to the bedroom, the thought crossed my mind that I would be making the bed even though I didn't even get to sleep in it. I thought it was kind of fucked up as I pulled the blankets back into place and placed the pillows up against the wall, but I also felt the strain of my cage again. I can't deny part of me liked this. I had fantasized about femdom and chastity for a little while now, but I thought surely after having to sleep on the floor I would want to go back...but deep down I don't. When I got back downstairs my fiancé was typing away on her computer, so I grabbed my cup of coffee, went into my office, and sat at my desk to watch some youtube as I enjoyed my mud water.

After a few videos, the sound of the printer turning on and beginning to go to work startled me and almost made me spill my coffee. My fiancé called out to me, and asked me to bring her the several pages she had printed. As I was walking the document over, I noticed on the top of the page the words "Femdom Contract" and thought to myself "what the hell is this?" I handed the papers to my fiancé and she explained to me the details of the documents.

Her: "so I read online on some forums, that if we are going to make this femdom thing successful we need to have a contract in place that we can refer to and sign. On here are some expectations and rules for you going forwards. Read it over."

As I read through the contract, the base of it all explained I no longer have control over my orgasms, and my fiancé now has complete control over my cock and balls, with the exception of using the restroom. The contract referred to my fiancé (the keyholder) as "Goddess" and stated I was to refer to her using that name at all times when we are in femdom mode. The contract stated that a safe word could be chosen to use if the cage needs to some off for emergencies only. The contract expressed I was to listen to her instructions and tasks without argument within reason. If I failed to finish the task or argued back there would be punishments. The contract also stated that if my fiancé wanted to take a break and not be in femdom mode, then she could take off the cage and let me know we would be taking a break. It also said the contract could be adjusted as necessary and must be resigned by both her and I when this happens. Finally at the end was a place with several blank lines for me to write down things I would not be ok with within this power dynamic, specifically punishments/tasks I was not consenting to try.

The contract at first filled me with a sense of dread, but by the end of it I was actually interested and turned on...the strain of the cage reminded me of that. In my excited and horny brain I could only think of a few things I remembered from my chastity captions porn pages of things I wouldn't want to do:

Kneeling on rice on the ground

Spiked chastity

Sounding

Scat eating

Cuckolding

Castration

I honestly couldn't think of any more. The idea of the contract put things into a more concrete state, and I was excited for what is to come and explore my fantasies. Honestly, I was glad she was getting into it as much as she was as well. When I handed my fiancé the contract back she looked over it and expressed that she was glad I put cuckolding down, since she did not want to add anyone else into the mix. My fiancé and I came up with the safe word "Reese's" like the candy, as neither of us use that word in our day to day. Upon agreeing to this my fiancé signed the contract, handed me the pen, then I signed my name right underneath. My fate was sealed.

After signing the contract Goddess stated she was going to go for a brief workout and would be back in an hour. She didn't have any tasks for me to get done during this time. She put on her workout tank top and biker shorts with the crimp in the back that always made her ass look so nice. The strain from the cage always reminding me of the state I was in, and now the contract. She kissed me goodbye and walked out of the house to our community gym. I went to the bathroom and lowered my pants so I could see the cage, as I hadn't really observed it too well the day before. My balls were a little sore from being aroused several times during the past 24hrs, but other than that there was no redness. I sighed, pulled my shorts back up, then laid down on the couch to get a quick nap in and catch up on some sleep.

I woke up to the sound of Goddess coming back into the house. Goddess was glistening from the sweat she had shed during her workout, and the sun from the front door reflected off of her, giving her another nice glow.

Me: (drowsy still) "hello baby, how was your workout?"

Her: "I'm sorry?"

Me: "did you have a good workout?"

Her: "no I heard you, but what did you call me?"

Me: "oh shit my bad, Goddess."

Her: (kissing her teeth) "seems like you've forgotten already...good, I was wanting to punish you a little today anyways. Sit down in front of the couch with your head back on the seat."

As I did this she walked over to me and took off her biker shorts and her thong all in one motion and turned around so her perfect sweaty ass was facing me. She took off her sock and threw them to the side of the couch. She came closer to me, placing both of her legs on the opposite sides of my body grabbed both of her butt cheeks, and spread them.

Her: "I got super sweaty today, it sure is hot out. Make sure all of the sweat I have accumulated is washed away with your tongue."

As she slowly lowered her ass over my mouth, the strain from my cage was in full swing again. The pressure I was feeling was intense, but I couldn't think of that now. I stuck my excited tongue out and prepared to swallow anything she gave me. The smell of the sweat combined with her asshole was both intoxicating and a little stomach churning, but I didn't have time to think about that now. My lips made a perfect ring around her asshole and I flattened my tongue to lick away with slow intentional strokes. The taste was a mix of salty and grimy, something I am not used to. Usually when I eat out her vagina, or ass, she had just taken a shower, and all I tasted was maybe some soap...but this time was vastly different.

After some time she tilted her hips back a little and my tongue was forced to clean her vagina, my nose now pressed into her freshly cleaned asshole. The taste was more salty here, reminding me of her usual vagina taste, but a bit more strong this time. I think her legs started to get tired from the squatting position she was in, as I started to feel more pressure on my face and my nose...she was sitting down now. Thankfully she is not heavy because my head was being used as a seat. At some point she started to moan and I could feel her getting wetter under my tongue. My cock strained in its cage as I started to lick faster, and her hips started to grind, pushing her body harder onto my face. My tongue started to get a little sore in this position but I would rather die from suffocation than stop now.

As my tongue moved faster and faster, her moans got louder and louder, and I could tell she was getting close. Her legs closed sharply, and all of her weight was on me now, I couldn't breathe anymore but I couldn't stop my tongue. She climaxed and moaned so loud, I love the sound of her orgasms. I could feel the electricity in her body vibrate her as she continued to moan. When she was done she stood up and I gasped for air.

Her: (giggled) "whoops, cant have you dying on me now."

Me: "If I could choose any way to die it would be that way."

Her: "good my baby...now lay down so you can clean my feet."

I laid down on the ground again and this time she sat directly onto my stomach and put her feet on my face.

Her: "Don't want to get your spit and my juices all over the couch so this will have to do...make sure to get in between the toes extra good today."

As I swirled my sore tongue around her toes and over her sweaty feet, my cock felt like it was going to explode. I have never been more horny in my entire life. My mind was racing with the thought of her allowing me out of the cage and letting me cum, praying she was feeling nice after I cleaned her and brought her to climax.

When she felt I had done a good job she stood up and said she needed to shower. I think she could tell I was suffering and looked down at the cage, then back up at me.

Her: "I haven't decided if I am going to allow you to cum or not yet. I'll think about it while I am in the shower."

Me: "ok Goddess"

Her: "That's a good boy"

When she got out of the shower I was playing a game on my playstation when she asked me for some help with something. I told her I was in the middle of a game that couldn't be saved and I would only need a few more minutes. She responded "ok," so I put the headphone back over my ear and continued to finish my game. When I walked out of the room to see where she was, she was sitting on the couch and had that same ominous smile on her face that sent that chill down my spine and straight into my still sore cock.

Her: "How was your game babe?"

Me: (shrugging) "It was alright, I lost pretty bad so it could have gone better."

Her: "Aww that's no good, two losses in one day!"

Me: "Two losses? What do you mean?"

Her: "Well one for the game you just played, and two now that you are going to be staying in the cage for at least three more days now."

Me: "What? Why?"

Her: "Make it five days now," she said with a smile, "you shouldn't question me or my rules baby, and I asked for your help...I'm more important than your game."

Me: "Babe, please, I need to get used to this thing and I didn't know that I couldn't finish my game before coming to you."

Her: "hmmm, ok I got it, now you'll be in the cage for at least two weeks. That's 14 days. Don't call me Goddess one more time within these 14 days and see what happens."

I shut up immediately. I was furious that she added that much time to my cage sentence, but again some part of me deep down enjoyed the confident tone, and enjoyed the idea of her taking control like this.

Her: "that's better baby. To think I was going to let you cum today for eating me out and signing the contract. Never mind to that!"

I thought about saying the safe-word...I really did. But I suggested all of this. I wanted this. I cant give up after one night and one morning. I thought to myself I can probably try to last a few days, then if it gets too bad I can say the word.

Me: "I'm sorry Goddess."

Her: "Don't be, I think I might love the idea of you not being able to cum for two weeks. You'll pay extra good attention to me then."

She was right. The rest of the day I did everything she had asked me to at the times she asked me to. I felt somewhat like a slave, but that idea turned me on a little as well. The idea of being in the cage for that long both scared me and excited me, the only issue was I didn't know which feeling was stronger.

After dinner Goddess requested that I gave her a long and sensual massage without a specific timeframe. She got naked, laid down in the bed face down, and told me each of the spots on her body she wanted me to move to and told me she would let me know when I was allowed to switch. I started off on her back, shoulders, and neck. I made sure to go deep into her collar with my thumbs and knuckles, paying particular attention to where her neck meets her traps. She moaned softly as I moved my thumbs along the sides of her spine, and pressed outwards to the sides of her back, stopping at her waist to apply some more pressure since I know her lower back always hurts.

When that was done she had me move to her butt, one of my favorite parts of her body, digging in with my hands and fists to apply more pressure. She moaned again as I rubbed her lower back and squeezed her cheeks, separating them when I would swirls my hands apart. The brief glimpses of her asshole made my mouth start to water, how I would love to clean her up once again. Moving to her legs I made sure to apply a decent amount of pressure to her calves, and light pressure to her thighs, as she is on her feet all day, and holds a lot of stress in those places. My eyes would wander up and down her perfect body, her perfect curves, now glistening from the oil she asked me to use.

When she flipped over, she asked me to do her neck area again, this time softer and moving out towards the top of her chest. I could hear her beathing heavy in between her little moans, which reminded me of the sounds she makes during sex, and the strain from my cage started to increase. Her breasts were next, and each one was a handful, and my currently sore hands were delighted to touch something so soft. I looked at the time briefly and realized I had been massaging her for over an hour and a half at this point, and my lower back was starting to feel sore from bending over for so long. I wished I could have stayed on her breast longer, but she told me to move back down to the front of her thighs. I never realized how much I would enjoy massaging her and staring at her body, even if it made the strain from the cage feel worse and worse. Now with a full view of her vagina, I couldn't help but fantasize about sex again and think about going 14 days without getting to feel inside of her once again. At the two-hour mark she told me to again massage her feet until she fell asleep, telling me how much she loved it the night before.

I don't know what was worse, the pain in my back or the pain in my hands, but that didn't matter. I must have massaged her feet for another 45minutes before noticing that she was breathing heavier, and she must have drifted off to sleep. I thought to myself I could finally relax and go to sleep myself. Not sleeping well the night before, body sore from the floor, and now my back and hands sore from the long massage had me ready to sleep for a long time. I slowly and quietly got into bed, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.