Finally Caged

This story is fiction but based on my fetishes of chastity, hot wife, cream pies and humiliation. if these arent your bag then move on please.

It had finally happened.

We had talked, well I had hinted, about it for so long. I had bought four different versions of them to try to find the one, but I really wanted my wife to choose one.

I even had one break on me. Wearing it in the living room, the acrylic ring snapped and gave our cat such a scare she leapt up and I gave out such a scream!

Previous times I had worn them was my choice, or suggestion. Never had I been told to wear it.

This particular Friday night, I came home from work, and as usual kicked off my shoes, before heading upstairs to give my wife a kiss as she finished off the last few minutes of her work day.

As I went into her office, I noticed a package sitting on her desk. After an unusually sensual kiss (was I going to get lucky?) for this time of day, she said "that's for you. Go put it on."

I opened the box to find a chastity cage. Her own choice. Not one I had bought but one from her. That in itself was making my cock stir. I needed to calm down if I ever hoped to get it on.

Another sensual kiss, and she ushered me out to complete my task.

We have been together now for over ten years, no kids, and we both keep ourselves in good shape. My wife, Jen, more so. She is 5ft 4, with an amazing ass, gorgeous legs and the perkiest pair of tits that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing and enjoying!

I'm not the smallest, more being a bit of a grower. Over the last ten years of us being together, chastity and humiliation had grown into our sexual arsenal. Winter cock, cocklet, and other words and then more frequently a little finger wiggle, including that one time as she met my work colleagues. Jen is 15 years my junior, and at 30 years old is a gorgeous sexy woman. I was and still am definitely batting above my league when we got together. My colleagues asked her if it was my bank balance or what was between my legs that attracted her to me. Her comment turned me on so much - he's got no money and then the finger wiggle. Anyone not in the know - that indicates a tiny dick.

When we got home that night, she grabbed my balls and asked if I enjoyed her telling my colleagues about the tiny thing in her hand. I groaned my enjoyment. My cocklet straining from the inch and half stub it was to the seven inch hardness in her hand. She didn't stop at that but as she slowly wanked me, pondering out loud which of the guys had the biggest hardest cock and would I like to watch as she rode it. My cock twitching at her naughty wonderings.

I had always wanted Jen to be more naughty than I can satisfy. The thought of her doing just those things were my ultimate fantasy, as long as she comes home and tells me all, or even better doing right in front of me.

So anyway back to my struggle. Turned on with my wife's present and trying to squeeze my growing cock into its cage. I was shaved, as was my wife. Only fair if I want her pussy shaved for my enjoyment as I please her with my tongue that she has the same hairless access to my cock and balls.

The metal ring went easily around my balls and the base of my cock. I took some of our lube and spread it inside the cage. Forcing my cock into the metal cage, and then dragging the cage back to meet its ring, I groaned as I finally got everything in place. The lock in place to stop everything falling apart but open. I wanted Jen to close and lock me up finally.

As she did, Jen let me know she was heading out with friends for the night, and that she would be wearing the key all night on her necklace. I had to decide what her answer would be. Should she tell them that her tiny cocked husband was all locked up and that she was looking for a real man and cock to satisfy her or not?

Even just hearing her ask that, had my cock straining to be free. Aching in the metal constraints of the cage. I couldn't believe my ears as I answered her. Had I really just said that. "Yes!" I groaned.

That night I was given such a show of her getting ready. Perched on our bed watching her transforming from her work persona to her sexy fuck me persona!

Stockings slowly and sensuously pulled up each leg. Tiny little black skirt just hiding her ass. Her tight fitting blouse accentuating her sensual curves. Her perky tits sitting proud and demanding your attention. If I could I would have ripped her clothes off and enjoyed her repeatedly. As it was that night, I was just tortured beyond belief.

A delightful pair of fuck me heels finished her outfit. "Don't wait up for me darling, oh on second thoughts yes you should. I hope to have another present for you and I won't be needing these!" She handed me her panties.

My mind whirring as she kissed me hungrily. I was horny thinking about what both of our nights would be.

So many questions unanswered as she left to get in the back of her Uber.

Where was she going?

Was she really going out with any panties?

Who with? Her friends? Which ones?

What was she her plan?

Would she be as naughty as she hinted at?

Would she be as naughty as our fantasies had taken us to?

When would she get back?

My phone pinged as I contemplated all these.

"Just to let you know tonight I'm turning off my location to add to your mental intrigue as to where I am, or who I'm with! I will turn it back on after this weekend."

We've shared location all these years and other than occasional phone issues this has never been willing turned off. Until now.

If I thought my mind was a mess before that text, now I was in utter turmoil.

I had wanted this. I had pushed and pushed. Had emails saying she liked the fantasies but didn't want to do anything else. That I shouldn't push her as I may not actually want what I'm suggesting. And yet I had continued to push.

Wearing my own cages, buying strap on cocks to wear and fuck her with. Asking how she was enjoying her new lovers cock. Begging her to sit on my face afterwards to clean her married used cunt from his cum.

She used to cum so hard during those sessions but never once did she sit on my face or force me to clean her.

And now she had started this Friday night with everything I had wanted. Me wearing her cage, going out with me not knowing where or who with. How would it end.

I couldn't settle at all. I still had the panties in my hand from when Jen left.

TV not providing any distraction, I power up the laptop, my go to when I'm alone - humiliation porn. The thought of me being one of those guys a real turn on for me. Even more so now I was caged with no chance of escape tonight. The only key around Jen's neck wherever she was.

My caged cock twitching as the Mistresses on the screen dominate and humiliate their subjects. I wanted that so badly.

My phone pings, another message and my cock twitches as I read it. "Katie asked what the key was for. None of the girls believe my answer. Be a good tiny cocked husband and send me a pic. The drinks are flowing and we are having a whale of a time!"

I stop the video and take a couple of pics. I hope one of them will please her. I pick two and send them both. The first of just my cock in the cage, and the second a full length showing me naked in just the cage.

"Such a good little husband. I've made one of them my screensaver for all to see."

I could almost hear her stressing the little as she wrote that text. I still had no idea where she was, just that she was out with Katie at least. She was single and proud of it, often telling Jen stories of her weekend debauchery.

"Enjoy yourself my love. Can't wait til you are home and I can hear all about your night"

Nothing more came through and I returned to torturing myself some more with my other favourite porn - cuckold and hot wife.

Settling myself in for the night with a whisky or three I waited for her return. My caged cock reminding me this was exactly what I wanted and I couldn't do what I really wanted to right now - wrap my hand around my hard cock and relieve my horniness. Nor could I see where my wife was. Everything I wanted was causing me such confusion and intrigue. I wanted this now and to go on for ever but equally I wanted the night over and my Jen home with me.

Eventually struggling to keep my eyes open, I must have fallen asleep on the chair, drink in my hand and porn streaming on the TV.

I've no idea what time it was when I was roughly awoken. "Let's go to bed my cuckold pervert! I have a present for you"

A big loving smile across my wife's face as I woke.

Up we went for her to demand that I lie on the bed. No delay as she hitched up her dress to show me her wet pussy. "I've been waiting for this all night! Clean my dirty cum filled pussy and I may just tell you everything about tonight."

Oh god.

Had she really done it.

Was I about to clean her fucked pussy?

Was she a hot wife?

Am I now a cuckold?

None of these thoughts did anything to stop my tongue from probing her wetness. Tasting her pussy. Yes it tasted different.

But I lapped and probed. "Get every last drop my little caged cum slut" she moaned.

This only intensified my desire to please her more. I wanted her orgasm, I wanted to clean her totally.

"You don't want to leave any of his cum in my delicious slutty pussy."

These taunts only drove me on more. My tongue reaching into her wetness, to taste the mixture of two sets of cum, hers and whoever's cum I was now tasting. My wish was now being granted. I was being turned into a submissive cum slave. My wife had been naughty while I was caged.

As she sat above me grinding her dirty pussy into my face, she told me about her naughtiness.

"After showing the girls your two pics, the waiter noticed your pic and asked if I wanted a real cock. With how horny I was, I couldn't resist! I grabbed his cock right there and then. Give me it. The girls cheering me on, only drove me on more. Thinking about your tiny caged cock, and the hopeful monster I had just felt.

Follow me he said, and he led me to the back cellar.

It wasn't long before I had my hands around his cock, guiding it into my mouth. It wasn't so thick I couldn't wait to feel it in my cunt. My dirty married cunt.

Do you like hearing how naughty I was?"

Sitting underneath her, I groaned my approval, my cock straining in its confines. My tongue trying to empty her pussy. Trying to get all her naughtiness. Trying to please her with just my tongue. Change of position as I flicked at her clit bringing moans of pleasure to her as I brought her to a crashing orgasm.

"Drink it all my cum slut." As her mixed cum juices flooded my mouth and soaking my face. I was in heaven as she continued berating me, and telling more of her sexcapades with the waiters monster cock.

"I was so eager to take his cock, and I didn't care if anyone heard. FUCK me now. And he did just that. Picked me up, bending me over barrels. He thrust his huge thick COCK deep into the pussy your licking. Can you taste his man meat? Are you enjoying the taste of a real man's cum? "

I moaned in agreement. I wanted more. More of her story. More of her/his cum.

"He stretched me and filled me like never before. I came soooo many times as he fucked me. Pounding me like the slut you want me to be. You would have loved to watch.

He asked me where I wanted it. I told him to fill my naughty married slutty cunt. I told him to leave you a present.

Would you like me to get more presents for you?"

I couldn't reply as Jen ground her pussy into my face. I wanted to scream YES.

A second orgasm coursed through Jen's body as she flooded my face and mouth with her biggest orgasm I've ever seen her have.

My cock ached for release. Ached to be hard. Ached to reclaim my wife. Leaking so much I was probably as wet as Jen!

As we lay in bed, Jen's head on my chest as she mindlessly played with my balls and caged cock, adding to my frustrations, she added "Me and the girls are going out again tomorrow night. Same place. If that waiter wants more, shall I bring him home?"

I groaned as she squeezed and crushed my balls.

"Maybe you can watch, or maybe you want to take his juices from the source? My little man wants to be a cock sucker for me"

More frustrations and episodes to follow.