**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.
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The next week and a half seemed to skirt by as if Father Time himself had his hands on the clock and quickly rotated the hands at five times the pace. True to her word, I spent all my time at home with my hands bound behind my back while my penis enjoyed the freedom from its cage. She was very diligent in keeping my new piercing clean and would constantly get me aroused to allow the piercing to set up its natural cavity while hard and soft. Her constant manipulations had me if a very high state of sensitivity and the sexual frustration was far worse than anything I experienced before just knowing that there was nothing but my devious little wife preventing me from getting to orgasm.
Truth be told, there were a few times that I thought about overpowering the tiny woman and having my way with her. I may be a cuckold but I am still much bigger and stronger than her. There is little she could have done if I gave in to my primal desires. Even worse, I was allowed to go to work without a cage since we didn't want anything to cause complications with the piercing as it healed. How many times I visited the men's room, thinking how easy and quickly I could rub one out in the stall. Once I even paced back and forth, staring at the door to the open stall and almost succumbed to my weakness. Thankfully, no one saw me wearing a trench in the floor and I ultimately decided not to violate my wife's trust. Besides, I am the one who wanted this, wasn't I? What good would it do if I strayed from my fantasy of having her control my orgasms? Being the good submissive husband I am, I confessed my struggle to my wife and was surprised when she did not punish me for my near transgression.
Angie anxiously awaited the arrival of my new cage and counted off the days until its scheduled arrival. I still had no freaking idea of how it would look. I only knew that it would be metal and was told that it would be inescapable. Angie would talk about that fact constantly while I licked her to orgasms daily and her pussy would immediately get soaking wet when she reveled in the fact that my orgasms would be truly under her control once I was in my new cage. She needed allot of attention from me since Jerome had to cancel their date last week due to a business trip.
I came home from work on Wednesday, I found Angie sitting on the couch in a red latex body suit. The shiny material clung to every curve of her body, the rubber so tight that the outlines of her areolas were clearly visible through the garment. Every subtly raised wrinkle glinted from any available light source. As I removed my clothing, I noticed her holding a dark walnut wooden box in her hands. Her manner of dress and the satisfied smile across her deep red lips told me exactly what was in the box.
"It seems that Mistress Sara called in a favor to have us moved up on the list," Angie stated as she rotated the box in her hands. "In her words, she didn't want your tiny cock to have any more freedom then necessary and I couldn't agree more. I know the temptation to cum will eventually overcome all your rational thoughts. Are you still a good cuckold husband?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied humbly while dropping my clothes into the basket. My tiny bare cock immediately began to swell as if it knew its new found freedom was about to be no more.
"That's a good cucky," she said, satisfied that my answer was the truth. "Come over here and kneel before me so I can show you pee-wee's new home."
She had really taken to making note of how small my cock is as often as possible and it never failed to send a surge down the short length of my penis. Perhaps she thoroughly enjoyed the notion of not having to lie about my size anymore. Women are typically caring creatures that will nurture a man's feelings even if doing so means telling a little fib. I quickly fell to my knees and rested back on my haunches, my palms turned up and resting on the lower portion of my thighs.
"Never again will we need to depend on a thin piece of plastic to keep your little sissy clit under control," she began as she slowly opened the lid to the ten inch square box. Light from the front window glimmered off the polished metal surface as I first set eyes on the solid metal tube, a curved but triangular plate with a hole through it, and a few metal straps looped around the outer edge of the box. The first thing that really caught my attention was the seriously short length of the tube. To be honest, other than being about two inches shorter, it didn't look very much different than the plastic toy we have been utilizing, but my mind already understood that there would be no escaping.
"Look how tiny it is my puny cock slave," my wife said pointedly with a large grin on her face. "You will have no room to grow what-so-ever, just the way I like my chaste slave. Hard-ons and orgasms are for real men that know how to please a woman with their big dicks, not little sissy husbands that fantasize about having their penis locked up."
She must have talked to Mistress Sara for a while when she went to pick up the new belt. There was an assertive and mean tone to her voice today that really shook my self-esteem and made me feel like I belonged here on my knees before my Goddess.
She began to tell me the details of the new chastity belt as she pulled the smooth and shinny tube from the finely crafted box. "This chastity belt is made from hardened titanium. I want you to understand that it will take specialized tools to break out of your new cage. Even if you had the tools, it would take days to work your way though the metal without burning your precious and sensitive skin. With your piercing inserted through these holes," she firmly stated while pointing to the two holes under and behind the slightly expanded head of the tube, "it will be impossible to pull out of the tube without tearing the piercing from your frenum. Even if you did, the tube is held close to your body and at such a sharp downward angle that I doubt you would be successful in escaping."
We never exactly established an end date for our naughty little game and it became readily apparent that once I was in the metal device, she could destroy the key and deny me any orgasms until the desire drove me to undergo the humiliation of seeking outside assistance to remove the devious contraption. Once locked, she truly controlled my erections and orgasms. Up to this point, I have been under her control mentally. I was chaste because I chose to remain chaste. I am sure I could have gotten out of my predicament if I tried hard enough but I chose to remain in the belt. With my new chastity belt, choice was no longer an option, no matter how sexually frustrated I got or how badly I needed to cum. Her will was now my only option for release. The thought brought an apprehensive but satisfied smile to my lips.