"Yes, Ms!" I'd immediately replied. I watched another morsel appear, and felt it "plop" onto my tongue. I closed my mouth, felt it with the tip of my tongue, then began chewing. When thoroughly chewed, I swirled as you held your beautiful ass above me. I swelled painfully inside the cage, and kept swirling, getting to know every bouquet of flavor in your waste. I wish I could say that it tasted wonderful, but it didn't. It was feces. I'd endured it, because you'd commanded it.
After a few seconds, you'd said "Good boy. You may swallow now." I'd gagged and retched a bit, but didn't throw up, even if it felt like I would. I saw a disappointed look on your face. I felt a sense of loss and despair as you stood up and crouched over the toilet. Your gorgeous ass and pussy drifting away from me. "That's all you get for now. Kneel beside me and watch me give the rest to the sewer. You'll lick me clean after I've finished. After that, you'll brush your teeth and take a shower."
All that week, I'd get a texted photo of your lunch. No words. Just a photo. It made me swell inside the cage painfully every time. Each morning, I expected to be told to follow you into the bathroom, or for the bell to ring, but it never did. I began to crave. The photos came every day. Every day locked, with every daily photo, or a tease at home, I'd become ever more submissive to you.
After the first few weeks, we'd selected a strap on for me to wear for you when you wanted to be fucked, and filled up. After a while you didn't need to unlock me anymore. We'd used the strap on, or the dildo gag, every time that you wanted to be filled up by a fat cock. A fatter cock than mine, even if it was a fake one. It was incredibly frustrating, and every week or so, you'd ride the dildo gag to orgasm, then use a powerful vibrator to make me have a ruined orgasm inside the cage. I wanted to have a real orgasm so badly, and my anguish and despair obviously turned you on. It was a vicious cycle. The more desperate my yearning became, the more you wanted to deny me and make me suffer for you.
After a few weeks of this, with no hint of being unlocked, you'd said "The plastic toys aren't really doing it for me, my love. A man at the office has been flirting with me. A lot. I haven't discouraged him. I think I'd like to fuck him. I would never, ever cheat on you, and ruin what we have together, but I'm going to fuck him, soon, if we both feel we are ready for the next step in your slavery to me." I'd felt your hand close tightly around your trapped cock and balls, and squeeze. It made me helpless to resist. It'd been three painful months of being locked for you. I dropped to my knees, and kissed your feet. "I want you to do what makes you happy, my love. I always want you to be satisfied, and feel fulfilled. Your pleasure is the most important thing in the world to me. I think I'm ready to be your cuckold slave."
"I'm so excited, baby! I do have one confession to make to you. I'd confessed to him over coffee that we were considering doing this, and that I've wanted to, but that we wouldn't do it until you were ready. He's been very patient. I'm going to call him now to make a date for tonight. We'll also resume your toilet slave training tomorrow. I want to know what it feels like to know that you are eating the remains of the meal that I'd eaten on my date, that you paid for. I also want to think about the fact that the come I'm going to swallow from him will be mixed in with your morning meal. I love you! This is going to be so much fun! At least for me!*SQUEEZE*
