This is a continuation of Claire's story. It may be best to read them in order.
This is only my second attempt at publishing a story so any thoughts or feedback would be appreciated.
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It was late on Sunday evening and Claire has spent the last hour slowly teasing her husband while they lay naked, cuddled together in bed. His cock has been trapped since Friday evening inside his small pink plastic cage, locked by a heart shaped padlock.
As Claire cups and firmly squeezes his balls with one hand she lightly traces a fingernail around the base of his cock and over the small exposed areas of skin through some small gaps in the plastic cage. He struggles with the teasing and his arousal causes the cage to twitch to his heartbeat, blood rushing into his member but failing to hard inside the tight confines of the pretty plastic prison.
At first Claire had felt unsure of why her husband wanted them to try chastity play, she had agreed out of her love, and an element of curiosity, but she continues to worry that he could cause injury to his penis.
Claire had taken her role as mistress seriously though and they had both enjoyed a fantastically sexy weekend of teasing and tormenting. Wearing the small padlock key on a long delicate silver chain which hung perfectly in the pale centre of her large soft breasts and dressing her generously proportioned BBW body in the prettiest outfits and sluttiest underwear she owned, she felt more confident and attractive, ready to take the lead and deserving of worship.
For his part he had kissed and cuddled his pretty wife at every opportunity, had paid compliments, given foot massages, helped around the house more than usual and listened attentively when she spoke. On Saturday he had given a full body massage with the requisite happy ending, making Claire cum explosively using his strong hands and fingers inside her pussy and on her sensitive clit.
It had been a fun weekend, but Claire was uncertain about continuing this particular session much further. The idea of having them break the boundary of their sexual and working lives would no doubt feel dangerously sexy, but may be a step beyond what she could handle.
She closes her eyes and imagines herself the next day wearing a sexy, teasing outfit to her solicitors office, her colleagues and the partners in her legal team wondering why she was dressed so provocatively, asking each other what the small key nestled in her cleavage was for, some maybe even knowing exactly what it meant. Would anyone ask her? And how would she answer?
Outside of the office at lunch Claire could be almost anonymous while wearing her face mask. She would attract a lot of eyes as a larger lady dressed in a revealing outfit. The muscular, young cashier at the sandwich shop would certainly notice her; he would flirt confidently while openly examining her cleavage before looking directly into her eyes and asking if she would like him to help her with anything?
Claire smiled to herself and imagines her husband's day at work: attending meetings, dealing with staff, talking to the girls in his sales team, unable to fully concentrate on anything. The constant arousal he would be feeling is mixed with the constant worry someone would notice an unusual bulge in his trousers. Having to sit down in a cubicle like a girl rather than using the urinals. Having to send his wife pictures of his caged manhood at her demand and receiving pictures in return of her touching her pussy, giving herself pleasure and reminding him that his cock and orgasms belong to her.
As their programme comes to an end Claire decides it is time and switches off the TV, leaving their naked bodies dimly lit by a small lamp on the bedside table. She moves around and bends forward so her key can reach his padlock, feeling a moment of worry as the cage springs forwards, the instant release of pressure allowing his cock to grow rapidly. Claire busies herself placing her necklace, key and heart shaped padlock into a small jewellery box on her nightstand, leaving her husband to remove and disassemble his cage. Once this task is completed she sits on the bed and wraps her hand firmly around his cock, relieved that it feels hard and seems unharmed. She continues her teasing by moving her body out of reach from her husband's wandering hands, holding her elbows over her breasts and sitting forwards. He can squeeze and caress her ample belly and muscular legs, but nothing else, no handful of tit or fingers on her pussy, not yet.
Claire roughly pumps his hard cock several times before stopping and applying some cold lube to her hand. She gives him a dozen more hard pumps and pauses again, sensing the growing frustration from her husband, knowing this time there is no cage to stop him taking the relief he needs.
Claire continues to start and stop her masturbating for several minutes before releasing him fully and announcing it is time for sleep. She switches the lamp off and lies down, facing away for him, a smile on her face as she waits for his hands to grab hold of her breasts, squeezing her with his desire, his hard-on pressing between the cheeks of her arse.
She pushes him back gently to allow her to roll onto her knees, he moves behind her and once she has positioned herself he forces his hard cock into her pussy with one push from his hips. She gasps as she still feels sore from the finger fucking she received the night before. He grips her hips firmly as he pushes forward and holds himself as far into her soft pussy as possible, enjoying the sensations after his days of denial.
