Introduction - The story continues on from my previous ones, so could be classed as Chapter 5. I hope it would also work as a stand alone.
I would also like to apologise for the terrible joke, lifted of course, from the 'Airplane' movie.
"Yes, that's good! now keep going like that at the same speed".
I was knelt on the floor, naked as usual with my head buried between my wife's thighs as she leant back in an armchair. With her new found confidence she had recently decided I needed a little instruction in the art of pleasuring her. I'd always thought I was pretty good at cunnilingus but according to my wife my report card read 'could do better' and she was determined to improve my performance. So, this was one of our now frequent tutorials.
Currently I was slowly circling her inner lips with my tongue, starting close to the clitoris, but not touching it, I was to gently run my tongue around her lips in a clockwise direction until I reached the opposite side and then do the same again anti-clockwise until I was told otherwise.
I'd been doing this for what seemed an age and from my uncomfortable position managed to sneak a glance upwards. She was reading something on her bloody phone! I coughed and spluttered, trying to suggest my indignation at this. She looked away from her phone and down at me, grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pushed me back towards my duties.
A little later I heard her put the phone down, shuffle around a little and then breathlessly order me, "so now, long slow licks bottom to top with the flat of your tongue." I complied and this started to excite her further. "Oh yes, that's good, now, at the top flick your tongue over my clit." Again, I did as instructed and was met with more groaning and squirming.
"Now go for it! you know what I like," she demanded and I started wrapping my tongue around her clitoris, sometimes hard, sometimes less so, adapting to her cries and squeals of delight and before long felt her body begin to stiffen and her back to arch as she reached yet another orgasm. She lay there in bliss for a while, reaching down and clutching my hands with hers as she slowly came down from her high.
"That was much better! We'll soon have you fully trained! I didn't even need the crop this time," she said as she starting rolling her knickers back up her legs, recently she'd taken to encouraging me with a riding crop whenever I didn't reach the required standard. "Remember what you've learned today as I'll be expecting lots more of that whilst we're away."
She glanced down at my cock, which was betraying me as usual by straining in its cage at this offhand treatment, patted me on the head and stood up. "Ok, let's go upstairs and pack the case, we've an early flight tomorrow and lots still to do," she said, she'd gained her sexual release and now clearly considered any form of physical contact between us well and truly over. This blase attitude only aroused me further, I looked down and as expected saw I was leaking tears of frustration. I'd been locked for 3 days now and any hope of a release before we travelled to the airport tomorrow was looking highly unlikely.
I lay the suitcase on my side of the bed whilst she settled down on hers and once more picked up her phone and started browsing. "My things are all hanging on the left side of the wardrobe, make sure they're folded carefully," she announced without looking away from her screen.
So, another job that becomes mine I thought. It wasn't really an issue of course, I simply loved her dominance over me, the way she controlled me both physically with the cage and mentally with her sexuality. From time to time, she asks me if her actions are all too much and whether we should tone these games down somewhat, obviously I always plead with her not to, just sending myself further down that rabbit hole.
I finished packing the case fairly quickly, the weather forecast for our destination was good so it was all summer style outfits with a couple of jackets in case of a chill in the evenings. When I announced I'd finished, she looked up and started checking the job I'd done. She ran her fingers over my packing and all seemed okay until she paused then stopped at a certain point.
"Oh no, I don't think so! you won't be needing any of these," she smirked and started throwing all my boxers out onto the floor. "Go and get your nice pretty panties, they're far more suited to a holiday, aren't they?" she asked rhetorically. I hesitated, and our eyes met. "Do you want me to leave this at home?" she inquired whilst fingering the key hanging around her neck, the key to my cage. I quickly ran to my underwear drawer, collected all my panties she'd made me buy last week and put them in the case.
"No, silly!" she laughed, toying with me, "You'll be needing a pair for tomorrow, won't you?" I agreed and fished out a pair for me to wear for the journey. She then sent me downstairs to pick up a couple of magazines she planned to take, as I left the room, I noticed her sneaking a little travel bag into the case and wondered what was likely to be inside.
As I lay in bed that night waiting for yet another attempted hard-on to subside, I thought back to recent events. She had taken me shopping for ladies' underwear, making me pick out sexy styles in front of a shop full of women, making it clear to all they were for me to wear not her! I'd never been a cross dresser or interested in feminisation but had to admit there was something about wearing such sexy clothing that excited me, something I didn't fully understand but was real nonetheless. As long as she forces me to wear it, then it's not weird, I tried to fool myself into believing.
There was also the matter of her grabbing my phone and going through the history, there was loads of stuff I'd been browsing on there, some of it extreme, things that I wouldn't actually want to come to fruition, what would she make of it? would she understand it was just fantasy? This both frightened and aroused me. Unsurprisingly all these thoughts only led to my further discomfort as I tried to lay in a manner that would give my cock and balls some kind of relief.
I must have fell asleep eventually and was woken by an early alarm to get us to the airport on time. I was allowed to drive this time as my wife wanted to relax, recently I'd been made to sit in the rear seat as she drove. "In order to fully confirm who's in charge," she had explained. As I drove, I couldn't help but think about the frustration of having no control over my own orgasms, not even an indication of when I might next be allowed one, somehow it was both phenomenal and dreadful at the same time.
The journey was uneventful and we soon arrived at the airport and parked the car, at this point I had a dilemma. I couldn't go through the security cameras wearing a chastity cage and she'd given no indication it was coming off any time soon. Yet we had agreed that once we started playing our little games and she had me caged, freedom was something only she could bestow. I couldn't ask for release or even mention the cage unless I was in pain or distress.
I had to gamble and hope she would accept the 'distress' card as I asked her about removing the cage before security. She simply brushed my request off, "oh, you'll be fine, no one will notice. I bet they see all sorts here!"