Authors note: The story continues to evolve from my previous entries.......... and are based on a real, loving relationship, so nothing too extreme.
He woke abruptly, in pain as his cock tried futilely to get 'morning wood'.
Unable to get back to sleep, he thought back to the previous day's events, her continually edging him again and again, leaving him desperately unfulfilled. How she leant against him and brought herself to climax, re-caged him and finally slipped a pair of her panties on him. He struggled to come to terms with the change in his wife, so often unsure and unwilling to take control yet now dominating him in ways even he had never envisaged. He had to admit he was absolutely loving it and wondered what else she might have planned.
After yesterday's exertions, they'd gone to bed early, she'd pecked him on the cheek, mumbled "good night!" rolled over and was soon in a heavy sleep. Leaving him caged, wearing a tight blacky lacy thong of hers and frustrated beyond belief. Eventually he managed to banish further erotic thoughts from his mind and had a fitful night's sleep.
After a while, he decided it was time for him to slip downstairs, prepare the breakfast items and bring her a morning mug of tea. Upon his return, she was awake. She thanked him and lay there, slowly waking up as she sipped her morning brew.
He studied her face, still finding her stunning in middle age and wanted to please her in any way he could. He understood he was in a psychological sub-space now, so frustrated and desperate due to his enforced chastity that all he could thing about was her pleasure. He didn't care; this was ecstasy to him!
Slowly, he slipped a hand under the duvet and started gently massaging her upper thigh. She swiftly knocked his arm away. "No time for any of that, we've got a busy morning ahead of us." She said.
This confused him, as he was just expecting to finish the decorating today. She explained further, "After breakfast we're going on a little shopping trip, there are a few things we need for our hols and some other things you need to buy." He thought this all sounded rather suspicious, that she must have something 'up her sleeve', but there was little he could do about it, apart from wait to see what developed.
After breakfast, they returned to the bedroom to get dressed. She pulled 'his' thong to one side and examined his testes for any signs of discomfort or swelling, explaining to him, "I need to make sure my cock and balls are in good working order". "They seem to be ok," she added and gave them a playful squeeze.
Once dressed, she grabbed the car keys and they left the house. As they neared the car she told him, "You can sit in the back this morning, I've got a little thinking to do".
This was embarrassing, what would the neighbours think if they saw this? However, he knew better than to argue and meekly slipped into the rear seat. He sat there mulling over his situation, she was clearly relishing this new found confidence, pleasing herself and pushing him further and further into a submissive mind-set. He would have to tread carefully; they would soon be in a public place and who knows what she had planned.
They reached their destination, a large shopping centre on the outskirts of town and parked. He climbed out and waited for her, she stayed in the driver's seat, unmoving. He wondered what she was doing, possibly checking her make-up in the rear-view mirror but she seemed to be taking an awful long time. He noticed she was impatiently strumming her fingers against the steering wheel and realised what was happening. He quickly ran to her door and opened it for her, she casually stepped out, gave him a harsh stare and warned him, "that's a black mark against you hubby! This morning will now be that little bit tougher for you." She quickly marched away towards the exit and left him trailing in her wake.
They entered the shopping centre and things were surprising normal for the next hour or so. She picked a few items for their upcoming vacation, a summer blouse, slip-on sandals, new beach towels, a one-piece swimsuit and a couple of bottles of high-factor sunscreen. After a while they stopped for a hot drink and a bite to eat. They chatted amiably, talking about accessories for the hall he was currently decorating and looking forward to their upcoming beach holiday. In the back of his mind, he simply knew she was brewing up some new devilment.
They finished their snack and stood up, "Now for the main event!" She smiled and led the way as he grabbed their shopping bags, now holding tightly onto his hand. They entered Marks & Sencers' and rode the escalator to the first floor, whilst waiting she whispered to him, "no safeword today honey, this is happening! live with it". They arrived slap bang in the middle of a huge women's lingerie department.
"Okay," she said, far too loudly, "now we need to find some nice, sexy panties of your own for you to wear!"
Oh god, he couldn't believe it, was she really going to make him pick some ladies underwear of his own? Here, in front of all these people? He shook his head and wordlessly mouthed, "please...don't. But she paid him no attention and started scanning the displays.
"What about these ones?" she said, holding up a pair of frilly navy blue french knickers. "Do you think these would look good on you? And she held them against his groin grabbing his wrist as he tried to back away.
He was mortified; he could feel his face reddening. He looked around to see if anyone had overheard and coloured even further when he spotted a couple of women about their own age eyeing them suspiciously. Just as embarrassing was the knowledge his cock was bulging in its cage, confirming such humiliation was a massive turn-on for him.
His wife continued her onslaught, "No, you're right I'm sure you'd like something girlier, perhaps more like what you're already wearing." She continued, "you go and have a good browse and see what you can find, I'll look over here, by the way I want you to pick a good selection, let's say three different styles, three pairs of each and I'll send you back for swapsies if you don't pick sexy ones! After all, I want my little boy to look hot for me." With that she turned on her heel and left him alone, browsing for panties.
He didn't think things could get any worse until he heard her shout to him from halfway across the shop, "Don't forget to get the right size, I think you're a size twelve."
This time there was no doubt, most the women shopping had heard her comments and as one they turned to stare at him, some laughing others looking disgusted.
He couldn't take anymore and turned to flee, straight away he realised his wife had positioned herself between him and the exit, there was no escape and she wagged her finger at him, shaking her head in mock annoyance and shooing him back towards the rows and rows of ladies' underwear.
