It was Friday evening. Bill laid in bed waiting for Dolores. His aching blue steel hardon was almost painful. She would emerge from the bathroom momentarily to give him some relief, maybe. It was up to her.
His cock had belonged to his wife for over a year now. Her control was 24/7. She might milk his cock tonight. She might not. He was hers, now and forever.
It all began when she forgot her keys one morning and abruptly returned home to find him secretly stroking his hard cock.
She watched as his unshared passion gushed from his clenched spasming body. She got her keys and slipped quietly out the door. Once in the car the tears flowed as she vowed through clenched teeth. "His cock is mine and I'm not sharing it with anyone. Not even him." That evening she wanted to play and when he was not interested it was on.
The cage was red and black, her favorite colors. He would wear it from Sunday night until Friday night. He would wear it on the weekends unless he was playing with Dolores, which was quite often. She needed him to be hard and ready for her all weekend. The cage guaranteed that he would. He would do this or she would leave him.
It was that simple. Bill agreed to try it for a week. Then another week. Then a month. Every time either of them had a problem they worked it out together. And they had many problems.
He was restless in the cage. Not so much at work but at night he found it hard to sleep. Night sweats did not help either. But after three nights he settled down. Her control was growing on him. She missed his cock too but the new routine would prove to be beneficial to her as well. Dolores had something else she wanted to try that could bring them closer than ever but first she must bring him into submission.