This female domination story contains scenes of orgasm denial. It is entirely fictional and completely my own work.
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A deeper shade of blue
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I will never forget my first night in chastity. The tube that Sue had locked my cock in was heavy and somehow always cool, and as I pushed my groin into Sue's backside the metal felt bulky and alien between us. It was the lack of sensation in my cock, however, that I found the strangest. When thrusting myself into the cleft of her arse, my brain was telling me that I should feel her warm, soft flesh gently enveloping my fat, hard shaft, but my cock was reporting nothing of the kind - it could feel itself being moved around by the grind of my crotch and the resistance of Sue's body, but the only sensation in my shaft and bell-end was that of tight confinement. There was absolutely no rub, nor any feeling of stimulation whatsoever.
As I lay on my side, spooning Sue, I could not help but occasionally slip my hand between us to grab my cock in a subconscious attempt to somehow reconnect my brain with my genitals, but there was nothing to hold but hard steel. My hand was in the right place, fingers looped around my glans in the right position, but instead of my rigid cock, all I could feel was hard, unforgiving metal. Similarly, my cock, which should have been experiencing the expert caress of my fingers, felt nothing but the movement of its prison. My predicament was infuriating.
I tried hard to distract myself - to think of anything other than Sue cramming the tube onto my poor, swollen little man and then rolling over to sleep, and how mind-blowingly erotic it was to have her do that to me; to tease me expertly, then to deny me so cruelly. I thought about work, my day, household chores, hoovering the car out, quadratic equations and ugly politicians, but nothing could hold my attention for long; nothing was more captivating than recalling the evening's events, remembering how Sue had teased me until my cock was tortured and I was desperate, how she had revealed the cock cage, and how she had forced the hard steel around me. I thought of how she must have researched chastity devices behind my back, picturing me in the various designs, deciding how small she should make it. It turned me on even more to know that Sue had been planning my captivity for weeks, maybe months, paid for it out of one of our joint accounts, or maybe syphoned-off money here and there to pay for it in cash. I realised that, in Sue's mind, my emasculation must have started weeks ago, and I suddenly felt as though the cage was not just locked around my penis, but also around my hopes and freedoms. With the little silver key that Sue now had in her possession, my wife had taken control of so much more than just my orgasms; she had taken control of ME... and the magnificence of that reality was erotic beyond my wildest dreams. The more I thought about it, the more my racing mind prevented me from getting to sleep.
Though I tried hard not to, I found myself subconsciously humping Sue's arse cheeks in frustration, and the cruel lack of sensation in my glans was more intoxicatingly erotic than it ever was when I could feel her flesh around me and control my own pleasure.
After half an hour or so, I lay on my back in an attempt to detach myself from the situation, but the chastity device still felt heavy and alien around me, my poor cock still tried and failed to get hard, and my stupid brain would not let me forget about Sue's rise to power. Eventually I decided that I had to do something different.
I slid out of bed and silently stepped into the en-suite. Closing the door gently behind me, I inspected the prison around my poor cock. It was a simple steel tube about 3 inches long with a bulbous end to mock my poor bell-end. It curved downward by almost 90 degrees to force me into a flaccid shape, even though my cock was swollen within. On the bulbous end there was a little slot to pee through, and at the other end a heavy ring circled the entrance to the tube. Sue had attached that ring to a much larger loop that encircled the base of my cock, trapping my balls between them. The brass barrel of the lock was hidden somewhere in a steel block that sat atop the base ring, and I knew, without even looking, that it would be impossible to extract.
I attempted to masturbate by yanking the cage back and forth. This gave me some sensation, but nowhere near enough to set me on the path to orgasm, and, in the silence of midnight, it was noisy too. I tried to pull my balls through the gap between the two rings, but it was too thin. I even tried to rub my glans by pushing an ear bud in through the little pee hole in the end of the tube, but this was intensely uncomfortable, and tortured my bell end long before the cotton tip reached my sensitive ridge.
Still frustrated and lacking any other ideas for illicit relief, I returned to bed and slipped between the covers.
To my surprise, Sue asked softly, "Can't sleep?"
I hadn't thought that she was still awake.
"No Sue," I whispered, spooning back into her and letting the clunky metal press between her soft buttocks again.
"Me neither!" she confessed, softly, "I'm too excited - I can't stop thinking about you in that cock tube... it's really turning me on!"
I knew all too well how difficult it was to sleep when horny, and I realised that, if I played my cards right, I might coax her into some further sex-play. Excitedly, I spooned into her more firmly and let my right hand slip from her waist to cup her heavy tit.
"Is there anything I can do to help yo get to sleep?" I offered, letting my fingers brush softly across her stiffening nipple.
Sue sighed softly and pushed her backside onto my aching crotch, gyrating softly. "How's our little man?" she asked.
I gave a frustrated groan. "I know my cock is swollen and filling the tube," I explained, "but it doesn't feel like having a hard-on. I actually can't feel anything in my bell-end, just a feeling of confinement. It's really... frustrating... and my balls... they feel tight and kind of tingle all the time to remind me how blue they are."
"Blue?" Sue asked.
"It's an expression... to say that they're full and denied, but really desperate to be emptied. They just never stop reminding me that I really need to cum."
Sue reached her hand behind her back and rooted around my chastity tube until she cupped my poor testicles in her warm hand. "Blue balls," she giggled, "I like that expression. Poor little things; loyally making sperm for me all day, but not being allowed to empty, slowly getting bluer and bluer.
"How do you like being in a tube?"
"It's frustrating as hell!" I admitted, subconsciously grinding myself onto her arm that now separated me from her hot, soft buttocks, "but so exciting. I'm hornier than I've ever been."
"But you like it? you like having blue balls?"
"Fuck yes Sue!" I admitted, then quickly added, "but I'm so horny Sue, and my poor balls are so full. Please can I cum?"
Sue gave a satisfied "Mmmm," and began to caress my balls gently with her fingertips.
"Should I be a good wifey and empty you?"
"Would you!?" I asked, eagerly, the prospect of release nudging me to a new height of excitement. "Oh, please will you do that for me?"
"You're such a good boy!" She exclaimed, "so polite when you're horny."
