Friday day came and went without major issue or pain. I was grateful to be out of the house Friday night getting a pedicure. No, if you are curious, I'm not a pedicure kinda guy, but Shannon's orders cant be questioned when my dick is in a cage. She even booked the appointment and paid, I just had to show up.
So, I went and got my pedicure. I have gotten them before with Shannon, but this time the girl was quite a bit more aggressive than my few other experiences. It wasn't too rough, but at times I worried she was going to scrape/pumice my heel and callouses to the bone! Despite that bit of an awkward feeling of having a woman tend to my feet in a building full of women employees and women customers, it was a pleasant experience.
'Happy early birthday to me....' I remember thinking, '....but why did I have to come alone? Shannon likes pedis, why didn't she come with?'
I pondered that thought until I realized that she obviously did it for my benefit. She was likely worried that the site of a woman tending to her pretty feet probably would have made my dick strain against it's prison. Especially a good looking woman, which this spa was known for.
It was a bit weird to get two pedicures in a week, but Shannon was probably due on Tuesday and had Jamie do my feet too since I was going in chastity.
"What a woman..." I accidentally wondered out loud, causing a strange look from the woman working on my feet.
"Sorry, just thinking to myself how great my wife is for getting me this." I explained uncertainly, hoping it would end any conversation on the subject before it began. It did.
Saturday was now here, but I knew Saturday night was a ways away. Lucky for me, Shannon took it easy on me after Thursday night's torture.
Around mid-afternoon Shannon confined me to the bedroom until 6pm sharp. She said she had prep work to do and I was not to leave the room under any circumstances short of a heart attack. So, I read my book to occupy my mind.
At 6 pm she came to get me. She came to get me in baggy sweats and a long sleeved shirt and led me down to the kitchen.
'Thank God for that outfit. I'm not sure if I could handle her getting me wearing a bikini or some sexy skin tight combo.' I thought as I followed her to the kitchen.
I began to smell a delicious meal, however I wasn't sure what it was. I walked in to see our slave Jamie standing on the far side of the kitchen table with her hands folded neatly behind her back. She was wearing her locking collar and leash combo and a new slave girl type of outfit/costume.
The collar and leash combo was hers from the day we enslaved her. This was no cheap simple collar either: there was a lock that secured the collar around her neck and the leash to the collar. So, she could not remove it without the key. I had a key on my car keys ring, Shan had a key (usually kept on her anklet with the other keys for her other slaves) and Jamie had an emergency key in an envelope signed by Shannon (just like my emergency chastity key) should we ever forget to unlock her.
The outfit was super sexy, and my dick stiffened immediately against the cage. It was all cardinal red with a top that looked a bit like a sports bra, however it showed plenty of cleavage and pushed her boobs up and together. There were thin red strings dangling off of it and over her otherwise bare belly. They were longer on the side, stretching almost to her hips and shorter in the middle, stopping a few inches above her belly button.
The bottoms were cut similar to underwear, but had a two or three inch wide waistband with a bunch of folds that rode an inch or two below the belly button. It also had a three or four inch wide piece of red fabric in the center of her body that attached at the waistband and hung down to her ankles. That was flanked by two more on the sides of her hips that were the same length. They hung loosely, the only connection was to the top of the waistband.
'I bet there is another one of those red thingies on the back too... God Damn what a choice for a slave! She looks amazing!' I thought silently while I took her in.
She finished it with some strappy red sandals that looked to have a two or three inch heels. As shed was already 6"1', the sandals probably put her at 6'3" or 6'4" and made her almost a foot taller than I was.
Just as my dick started raging against the cage at the site of Jamie, Shannon snapped her fingers at me, commanding my attention:
"Ok my little subby fucking hubby, I think you have suffered enough and you have earned your mother fucking birthday night!" she said dominantly as she pulled the necklace and key out from under her shirt and pulled it over her head.
"Drop you fucking pants and I will take that God damn thing off!"
I was already unzipping and dropping. I stepped out of my pants, pulled my shirt up, and turned to face her. My dick was really straining now.
She knelt down and put the key in the lock before stopping:
"Unless you want to keep wearing this?" she cooed as seductively as she could. "We could..."
I cut her off, even though I know she hates getting interrupted
"please I cant no no I cant shan don't.... don't..... I..... no..... PLEASE!" I word vomited again as she turned the lock and removed it. She then quickly took off the cage, pulling on my swollen dick as she did.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as the pain of having my dick stuck in the cage and the cage being pulled away hit my brain. Shan apologized, kissed my dick to make it better, and started working the ring out from behind my balls. My dick was staring at the ceiling for the first time in days, and that made her job a bit more difficult, but she got it off.
"Gone... thank God!"
She shot me a wicked dominatrix type of look when I said that, but the look was gone just as quickly.
'She was going to threaten to make me put it back on! She didn't like that comment of mine one bit! Fuck that! I'm going to remember that!' I thought as she walked away and put the cage away. I was keeping receipts, as the kids say, and I knew I was going to make to pay for having that thought.
Sure, she didn't say anything, but she was thinking it! AND she knew it would have been wrong!
'Yep, I'm going to hold that against her, she knows what she was thinking!' I thought again.
She walked back and I pulled my pants up knowing dinner was ready. Sure, they have both seen me naked and Jamie has been sucking my dick and swallowing my load regularly for months now. She always swallows and does it on her own: I have never once ordered her to swallow! She always says: "Thank you Master!" after swallowing too! It never gets old!
Shannon and I sat for dinner (after adjusting a boner) and Jamie moved to serve us. She took my plate first carried it to the stove, and returned to set it in front of me. She even grabbed my napkin and put it in my lap. I was mesmerized as the strings of her top and those fabric panels of her bottom fluttered and flowed off her body as she moved across the kitchen. There was indeed another panel of fabric hanging off her backside covering the crack of her ass. The underwear type bottoms had a cheeky cut with half her ass on display for my viewing pleasure.
I continued to stare at her as she served Shannon too. It was some type of chicken in a creamy sauce with roasted potatoes, a side salad, and rolls. Jamie had served me enough meals to know how I like my roll buttered, so she did that for me too.
'What a great slave: buttering my roll for me is next level! Please never leave Jamie!' I thought as I started to eat.
