Richard had been in a FLR with his wife, Sandra, for 6 of the 7 seven years they were married. But a few months ago she had put him into chastity, allowing him to cum once a week. Richard worked from home as an editor, made good money, and had time to manage the household, do errands for his wife, hand wash her lingerie, and worship her with his tongue, whenever she chose. Richard knew she had lovers. He had to get on his knees and lick her pussy clean of the cream pies she brought home from her evenings out. But a few moths ago she brought her bull, James, home with her and had given him the keys to Richard's cock cage. James, who was handsome and fabulously wealthy, had set up some new rules. He increased the time between Richard's releases from one a week to once every two weeks. But also set rules that if broken would add two weeks to Richard's caging and release.
That was three months ago. Richard -- now called "Robin" when he served them -- had struggled with the demands placed upon him. He had not had a release in four weeks, having once called James "sir" instead of "Master James," and had been a few minutes late getting ready to welcome them home one night as he had been previously instructed.
They had just texted him, which meant they would be home in 15 minutes. Richard undressed and changed into a pair of frilly underwear, put on the collar Master James had selected for him, and a maid's apron. When the door opened, he was on his knees, head pressed to the carpet.
When they stepped in he kissed his wife's shoes first and said, "Welcome home Mistress Sandra," and then kissed James' shoes and said, "How may I serve you, Master James?'
Sandra and James sat on the couch, saying nothing to Robin, chatting among themselves as if he wasn't there. James snapped his fingers and Robin got up and went to get a glass of properly chilled champagne for his wife and an extraordinarily expensive single-malt scotch with one ice cube for Master James. He served it on a silver tray and then knelt quietly at the side of the couch.
"That was very well done, Robin" said Master James, "You may earn a release yet," and half-patted and half-slapped Robin's cheek.
Robin's face colored and he said, "Thank you, Master James."
"We'll be eating out tonight, Robin," said Master James. "Your Mistress is going to shower and change. While she's getting ready, I'll do a small inspection." Robin knew he was not to remain silent. There was an expected response and he gave it. "Yes, Master James." Sandra went into the bedroom and left the two of them in the living room, James on the couch and Robin kneeling at his right hand.
