Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Heart pounding I am finally standing naked in front of my wife wearing only a cock cage. "What the fuck is that" she looks at me in disbelief. "A cock cage; it's a CB-6000." I reply as bravely as I can.
"Okay...why the fuck are you wearing it?" Well, the thing is I kind of masturbate a lot and I was hoping this could... "Define a lot."
"At least 5 times a day."
"What! You cannot be serious! We have sex 3 times a week, how is that even possible?"
"I really don't know why, Mel. I'm just always horny and can't stop myself!"
Her reaction was hard to gauge. "So that's your solution? It seems barbaric and weird...your balls...look sore...that can't be comfortable."
"It surprisingly is. I'm not in any pain at all."
"So what? This just seems stupid."
"Well... I have the keys here and thought maybe you could hold them and let me out when you think I deserve it."
"Are you serious? You just said you cum 5 times a day God knows how long it's been going on."
"I just was hoping."
"Just...just get dressed and go to work."
"Do you want the keys?"
"No I don't! I'm not into this, take the keys leave the keys do as you please! I'm going Pilates and meeting my sister after."
"Okay I'll just leave them here for now."
Crushed, I got dressed and made my way to work. I don't know what I expected. Actually, I do; thought she'd get hot by the idea and boy was I wrong...but I had to tell her...didn't I? I can't explain it, but I know I need my cock in the cage. I just don't feel complete without it.
Work was a drag and I was not looking forward to going home. I hope Mel wasn't still pissed. Maybe I can learn to live without the cage. Fuck this annoying, I wish I had brought the key.
As I got home putting the key in the door I hear laughing, guess Mel's sister Steph is still here.
"Hey Sammy." Steph shouts.
"Hey how's it going?" I shout back.
"We're drunk." Mel replies.
"I can see that, how was Pilates?"
"We didn't go." Steph says. "Mel said she needed to get hammered and have girl talk."
HOLY FUCK. My blood is cold. Did she tell Steph? What the fuck? OMG, I'm trembling. "Anything I should know about?" I manage to get out without my voice giving anything away with my heart pounding in my chest.
"Nope." Replies Steph necking her glass. "When I got here, Mel said she was over it. So we just got drunk instead."
I finally felt like I could breathe again.
"Okay, I'm off. Bye, Mel. Later, Sammy."
"Bye, Steph." I sigh. Mel just gives a little salute to her sister as she leaves.
I grab a beer from the fridge, pop the top, and Mel starts to talk.
"Sooo...your, um, fetish."
"Someone's been on Google." I interject.
"Do you want to hear me out or not." she snaps.
"Sorry, go on." I say slightly taken aback.
"Your fetish...kink, whatever. It's an itch and you need to scratch it. I think the idea is novel to you and truly believe you'll hate it, but I guess we have to get it out of your system."
"Okay... so what you thinking?" I reply trying not to jump for joy.
She pours another drink. "Yes I Googled it, and they actually have a guideline...rulebook...commandments whatever you want to call it, on how 'a keyholder' should begin. It says to start with a few hours, then a day, releasing at night, and then work your way up to a week."
I interrupt happily. "Yeah, hun, sounds good to me."
"STOP." She cuts me off. "We're not doing that." She gets up. Walks over to the cupboard and grabs her manicure set. She knows I hate it when she does her nails, while talking to me... she's punishing me.
"Do you have the keys?" "No, I left them on the dresser." I respond. "Okay well, they're gone!"
"Gone? Gone where? Did you throw them out? Or..."
"Will you shut up!" Mel roars at me.
"Sorry." I murmur.
"Urgh, I read men start to beg to get out, so I got rid of them!"
"Okay, but why?"
She cuts me off again. "It's only a padlock, Sam. So we can cut it off if you decide you've had enough." She starts to file her nails. Not even looking at me she starts. "I don't like this! I don't want this! So let's cure you of it. You can stay locked up for 30 days!"
"30 DAYS ISN'T THAT A BIT MUCH?" I plead, shellshocked.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, SAM! I don't want to do this! So you can wait 30 days or cut the lock off and be done with it!"
"Okay, sorry I guess this is a bit much for you".
"Yeah, it is! Also, don't think I'm going to have you as my sex slave. I'm not dripping at denying you and it's pissing me off I don't get none either."
"Well I still could, you know we have toys."