This story contains elements of cuckoldry, bisexuality, chastity, feminine domination, humiliation, and a whole bunch of fuckery. If these aren't your scene, then you should probably search for something else.
If you are picking this up mid-story, you should go back and read the previous chapters.
All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is just plain tragic
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Jeff had strange dreams, mostly sex, nothing vanilla, everything was kinky, and Jeff was submissive in all of them. Towards the end of his sleep, he was feeling horny and was vividly dreaming. The dream was so real he thought that someone was playing with his cock and balls.
"CLICK." The sound woke him up instantly. He sat up and looked down as Amanda was taking her hands off his now locked cock. "What the fuck is that? Take that off of me!" He shouted.
Amanda smiled at him. "You did so well with chastity Friday and Saturday; I thought you should wear it unless it's time for you to have a release. I think it makes you a more attentive lover," she purred.
"I don't care, take this thing off of me; you can't control me like this full time. Friday and Saturday were for role play."
"Honey, please play along. The denial makes it that much stronger when you do cum," Amanda said.
"Take it off!" He shouted.
"Well, I can't; Yvette didn't give me the key. Party pooper," Amanda scowled.
"You didn't have the key, and you locked it on me anyway?" Jeff shouted, "I suppose I have to wait until next weekend to take it off as well."
"That was the plan. You exploded with Yvette's hand job. A little deprivation might make it more special," Amanda giggled.
Jeff threw off the remaining covers and stormed into the bathroom. "I'm not happy with this developing relationship. I felt excellent about yesterday despite eating your menstrual pussy. Now you do this. What the fuck has come over you? Are you starting to take pleasure from my pain? I'm not going down this road with you."
He slammed the door and started the shower. He was able to wash even with the cage. He looked at the lock. He had a set of bolt cutters in the garage; the cage was coming off.
Amanda pouted in bed. She thought Jeff had finally had a good time. He was included in the group activities. They had even made love over the weekend. What was wrong with withholding his orgasm until the weekend? She got up and headed to the kitchen. Jeff probably wasn't going to make her breakfast this morning.
Breakfast was awkward. Amanda was beginning to regret putting the cage on him. She probably shouldn't have surprised him like that. She probably should have asked for the key from Yvette before agreeing to the cage. She would talk to Yvette when she got to work.
At their first break, Amanda and Yvette shared coffee and gossip. Yvette was amazed that Jeff would perform cunnilingus on Amanda when she was having her period. Yvette joked that keeping him horned up had its advantages. Amanda told her about his reaction to the cage.
"Well, girlfriend, not exactly what he probably thought when he woke up; you should have talked about it first," Yvette said.
"I didn't know how to address it, so I just did it," Amanda said, "he was pissed, especially when I told him that you had the key."
"We didn't handle that so well," Yvette said, "he probably would have been more tolerant if you were the keyholder."
"But we agreed that you should keep the key so he wouldn't be bugging me about it. With you holding the key, he'd have to wait for the weekends," Amanda said.
"He's probably going to cut the lock then," Yvette said, "it's not too difficult."
"Then give me the key, I'll text him that I have it, and I'll release him tonight," Amanda said.
"It's at home; I didn't see a need to carry it at all times," Yvette sighed, "I didn't think it would be an issue. I'll bring it tomorrow."
"Shit. Well, if he cuts the lock, we'll have to get a new one. He'll be in the dog house in a big way with me, though," Amanda said.
For some reason, Jeff didn't follow through on cutting the lock. The only time he noticed the cage was when he had to pee. He had to sit down, or he would make a mess at the toilet. However, he was mad as hell about it. He thought they had made progress on repairing their relationship and then this. It might be different if Amanda was holding the key. They already had limited sex on the weekends; now he would get cut off of any chance during the week?
He put his mind to rest and attacked his work for the day. He mixed it up with the chores he had to do around the house.
He was putting dinner together when Amanda arrived home from work. She dropped her things on the island in the kitchen and wrapped him up in a hug. She smothered him with a kiss. He followed suit.
She broke the kiss but kept him in the hug. "I'm sorry about my actions this morning; we should have discussed it first. It was inconsiderate of me, and I was thinking about myself instead of us," she said softly.
"I forgive you, by chance. Did you get the key?" he asked.
"I asked Yvette for it, but she didn't have it with her; she said she'd give it to me tomorrow," Amanda replied.
Jeff sighed and broke the hug, and returned to his dinner prep.
Amanda felt the chill. "I'm sorry. Wait, you're still wearing it? I thought you were going to cut the lock off?"
"Well, I didn't. I was giving you a chance to think about things and hoped you'd have the key with you," he said.
