It was my time of the week!
The day I finally get to cum. As is the usual custom now, you tie me on my back with my feet over my shoulders, exposing my arse and balls, pointing my caged cock towards my own mouth.
The usual routine is you sit on my face, making eye contact, I love it when I'm licking you and you are staring at me. When you've had enough, you put on the 7" strap-on dildo and fuck me until you've had enough.
Then you unlock the cage and either I have to masturbate frenetically before you change your mind and to try to get as much cum in my own mouth as possible, the rest I would have to lick off the dildo; or you would masturbate me, sometimes slow, sometimes quick, sometimes to orgasm, sometimes not. Last week had been a not - 13 days now without cumming. I was ready to explode.
However, this time was different, this time you sat on my face the other way round and started to finger my arse. First one, followed quickly by another.
"I've been thinking", you say, "that although this is a lot of fun, it's not quite as much fun for me as it is for you. Our sex life now revolves around chastity, which is fine, but that's what you wanted more than me."
As the third finger slipped in, you say;
"I need more penetrative sex than you're offering and perhaps I should start seeking it elsewhere."
The fourth finger was now in me and it felt like you were trying to get the knuckles through next.
I say "I'll change, we can forget the chastity thing."
"But that makes me then feel selfish. I want you to enjoy your fantasy. Think about it". you say.
With that the knuckle just passes through, as you gently push further until your wrist has disappeared from view, you then pull back.
"It might be fun." you add and with that you pull the hand away.
Later, we discuss the matter further.
"I keep me in chastity as you want, so why should I be allowed to get what I want if you can't get what you want," you say, "not someone to replace you, more compliment what you provide me."
These discussions go on periodically and by day 27 I give in.
"Fine go fuck someone else then!" I practically shout at you.
"No" she says, "You need to act more on board than that, you need to want this to happen."
By day 33 of being locked in chastity with no relief, I had practically pleaded with you. A week later (day 40) you had a date.
To prove I was on board, I had to pick out what I thought was the sexiest underwear and dress combo to wear. Then off you went. I am left wishing you return as soon as you can. Not just to have you back but so I can get release too.
You come back around 2am. A little drunk but lucid. You tell me you had fun. I asked to be released and allowed to cum, you say of course you can.
With that you strip off your panties, which are visibly wet; a mix of his and hers. You toss them on the floor in front of me, unlock my cage and tell me;
"I want you to feel included, so you will cum on my panties whilst licking this dirty, second hand pussy."
Pointing at your freshly shaven and freshly fucked pussy. It didn't take long for my semen to join your lovers. You put chastity cage back on and then pick up the soiled panties and shove them in my mouth.