Cage Chec

Cage Check (bi)

I used to pester my wife all the time for sex. Waking up I would say, "Good morning, sexy. I could take you right now." Or if she were in the kitchen washing dishes I would hug her from behind then grope her big boobs. I'd walk by and slap her ass every time. But sometimes I was worse, if any mention was made that in any way sounded phallic I would say, "You can suck on this." And I'd grab my crotch. To me it was playful fun that just might lead to sex. To her it was me being a brute, just another man who didn't appreciate her as a person. Yes, I admit I overdid it and didn't know when to stop.

She complained about my crude humor more and more until finally she blew up, "I just wish you would back off for just one week! Maybe then I'd be more receptive to your incessant puerile demands."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"OK, I won't make love to you for a week!"

"That's not what I meant. Just don't initiate any sophomoric crap for a week. See if you can do only that."

The first day was horrible knowing there was no chance I'd get any and we were both sour towards each other. Then the next couple days my mind was freed from the constant nagging sexual need. Then on the fourth day she initiated and while it was a pretty mundane side-by-side joining it WAS one of the best orgasms I'd had in a long time.

"So how was it?" She asked.

"The best. I felt like I was having two orgasms instead of just one. Like it was double strong, and longer."

"No." She punched my arm as a joke, "How was the not initiating?"

"Oh, well you were in a better mood. And I probably would have had to wait four days anyway. And to be honest - it was kind of liberating not to always be futilely trying."

First she was overjoyed, then she got serious, "I'll make you a deal. You always let me be the one to initiate and I won't make you wait too long."

"How long is too long?"

She scrunched up her face unsure how her answer would go over, "A month?" I recoiled so she added, "Or less."

She tried again, "How about every Saturday and then we'll see if you can hold out a little longer, and the longer you wait the more special we can make it when we do it?"

I was still appalled at the idea of waiting a whole week and I'm sure she could see it on my face. But then I thought about what she might mean by special, "You mean oral - on me?" (I had to use the word oral because she thought the word blowjob implied that it was a job.)

It was her turn to be totally shocked, "Don't go crazy on me now." But she must've known she was being unreasonable, "Well, when I want to. You can't make me. OK, sometimes. Maybe more. If you've been good."

It was a better offer than I'd ever had, "I'll take it. Deal! But can we talk again if it's not working?"

She smiled serenely, "Absolutely." In the end I guess she thought she'd won. Meanwhile I was more than satisfied with the door to blowjobs being opened.

So I didn't pester her, and for the next four days I was quite content to wait. And boy was I productive with my work. But on the fourth day my dick stirred and asked for attention and I beat off in the shower.

Two days later Jenny initiated, which was twice now. Twice in all our years and it felt nice to be wanted. Before, she just didn't have the desire.

The sex was very nice but it wasn't the Earthshattering orgasm I'd hoped for. She noticed, "Earl, what's wrong?"

"I did it." She didn't understand, "I had a solo and it made it less good when we did it together."

She frowned dramatically, but then softened, "No big deal. But you cheated me out of a better time too. So just don't do that."

"What if I can't hold off?"

"Have some self control, man."

Easy for you to say. You're a woman."

She was pensive for a moment, "OK, this time we'll wait only six days. Then if on the sixth day you can't control yourself just tell me." It sounded good.

Five days went by then I approached her, "Jenny, it's really hard to wait."

At that she did something she'd never done before. She grabbed my dick through my pants and while squeezing it delightfully she said, "Wait one more day for a special treat." And she winked.

Wow! What a thrill. I replied enthusiastically, "You got it, babe."

A few hours went by and while I was at my desk working she walked by and grabbed my crotch again, then looking me straight in the eyes with a big smile she asked, "You're still able to wait?" It was like she was riding some kind of power trip.

She did it a few more times that day too. And every time she got bolder. I liked this new Jenny.

In fact, I could get real used to the more aggressive attention. Before now she barely made any contact with my dick even when we were having sex, and now she was teasing me at random times.

The next morning at breakfast she kissed my neck then let her hand trail down and linger on my erection for a good long while, "Care to make it one more day? Then we'll do it doggy style." That was one of her least favorite positions. She claimed people weren't supposed to have the man act like an Alpha wolf.

"I'm in!!" And I kissed her passionately.

Sadly, I lost my resolve and jerked off in the bathroom some hours later. When it was almost time for us to be together and I wasn't going to be able to perform, I had to admit my mistake. Jenny feigned anger, "How dare you deprive me of our closeness. How are you going to fix this?"

Fidgeting, I searched for an answer, "Um, I'll wait seven days."

"I know you will! But it's already been six and I have needs too. What should we do about that?"

"Whatever you want. I'll take you out to dinner. I'll... I'll..." Then I couldn't think what she would want.

She smiled deviously yet playfully, "I accept. First dinner, then you'll help me get off, but with nothing for yourself."

I hoped she might grab my crotch at dinner - but nothing. Later at home she started to get undressed so I followed suit, she frowned intentionally rather than out of spite, "You keep your clothes on."

Naked and sexy, she lay down on her tummy with her clit pressing down on her vibrator and began riding it with slow gyrations of her hips. I was transfixed.

"Earl, your job is to hold the base of the vibrator and move it gently like it's a real man under me." Watching her masturbate for the first time that I'd ever seen was a thrill. Participating like I was, had me rock hard.

Eventually she came with the softest little moans one might easily miss. Afterwards, she caressed my face, looking at me with warm eyes, "Thank you dear. You were very helpful. I don't know why we never did that before? Oh right, it's because you're always thinking with your little head instead of the one on your shoulders."

Desperate, I watched her put on her pajamas while my nagging hard-on poked out in the front of my pants.

With mock sternness she eyed me up and down, "Don't even think it. Seven days!"

Three days later I had a problem. "Jenny, I'm having trouble waiting. We gotta do something, anything, about it."

Sitting with her oh so feminine body next to me she asked sympathetically, "Do you like the mood I'm in when you don't pester me?" I admitted as much. "Don't you get more work done when your dick doesn't control you?" I had to agree. "And isn't the sex better when you wait?" I nodded. "Do you like the way I tease your dick when you let my libido grow on its own?" I answered with a big grin. "Then you're gonna have to figure out a way to harness your carnal urges." And she left me to go make dinner.

I mulled over her words, how would I 'harness' my carnal urges? Then an odd thought popped into my brain from something I'd seen once but never given much thought to. I just needed to buy one of those contraptions that women used to wear in the middle ages: a chastity belt - but for men.

With a mere minute of online research I found an interesting item listed at some sex store, not a belt but an actual harness. At dinner I showed her the catalog, "Look! I can buy one of these and then I won't take matters into my own hands."

Scowling, she took my phone from me. I even pointed out the one I'd chosen. Then her expression changed, "I like it! Great idea!" Taking my face in her hands she made a counter offer, "If you're really going to stop letting your penis control your mind then you have to give up more control. You picking it out is just too much agency." She gave my phone back to me. "Just leave the sexual decision making up to me. You'll like it better in the long run." Without really thinking it through I agreed yet again. I mean, it'd been working so far.

The very next day she came home with a little box gift wrapped in silver paper and a bow. She presented it to me in an exaggerated pretend ceremony with an eager look on her face. I opened the box and inside I saw one of the contraptions that I'd seen, or at least something very much like them.

It was a chrome plated metal cage, and I could tell it was gonna contain both my cock and my balls. I felt somehow exhilarated and nervous at the same time. "Well?" she said, "Go put it on."

Giddy, I made my way to the bedroom undressing along the way. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted a better sex life. But I couldn't make it fit over my throbbing hard-on which was making it impossible. Jenni stood next to me and proceeded to tell me boring stories to try to get it to go down, but that didn't work. Then she told me to repeat the times tables out loud. That didn't work either. Finally, she said she had an idea. She ran off and when she got back she was holding a bowl full of ice cubes and water. We dipped my package in the bowl and it worked pretty quickly if not painfully.

Still wet, we put the contraption on and it fit perfectly. I turned this way and that as we admired it. Her admiring my dick was another first for us. Then Jenny said we had to test it. I raised one eyebrow to question that.

"I mean you've gotta get an erection and see how it works."

"How am I gonna do that? It's not like I just will it to happen."

"You leave that to me." She snuggled up close and started kissing me passionately. She kissed my neck. She rubbed her fingers down my chest. She tweaked my nipples. She bit my earlobe. She told me she loved me. And lastly, she lied, saying she couldn't wait another seven days and wanted me that very moment.

I can't remember the last time she actually tried to turn me on with such passion. And wow did it work! It hurt right from the start: my dick in the cage. It filled the confines of the tiny prison trying to force its way out through the openings between the rungs. In fact, it hurt a lot. It hurt so much my erection went away as quickly as it began. Jenny stroked my face with an endearing touch and a twinkle in her eye. "I think we found the perfect answer. We're gonna be so happy." Optimistically, I agreed.

The next few days flew by like it was barely an hour. I had all the benefits of not constantly wanting sex and after a couple days, my dick didn't even try to get hard anymore, that is, except when Jenny provoked it.

Just like before she would surprise me with her hands on my groin, fondling my caged dick to see what would happen. The novel stimulation was a wonderful torment. My dick would try to grow just a little and then it would give up the ghost. She did this several times a day, sometimes in the middle of the night too. It was a game: a deliciously torturous game.

One day she came up to me and she stuck her hands, not just in my lap, but forcefully down my pants. She felt my bare skin through the cage. She fondled it for a long time. She fondled it reverently, but also with belligerent swipes. And when she was done she patted me on the cheek with just two words: "Cage check."

That became our new phrase: cage check was what we called it whenever she wanted to know that my urges were controlled. She would say 'cage check', and then she would touch my cage to prove it was still doing its job.

When my seven day prison sentence was up we met in the bedroom anxiously and ready to go. Jenni teased me, "You know only I have the key. What if I didn't let you out? What if I decided unilaterally to let you go another day or two?"

By then I was getting used to the chastity in some ways. I liked my dick having no control over me. I liked not being mastered by my lust. In all seriousness, I looked her square in the face, "If you want to go another day or two I could do it."

She teased me, "I COULD make you wait, you know. That makes me the boss. I'm the one wearing the proverbial pants." She paused, "But I need you. I do need to be close to you sometimes, and it's been a long time." She tossed me the key, "Now go take a shower." I fumbled the key and it fell on the floor and almost went down a heating vent. That would've been a disaster.

In the shower, without the cage on, I washed really well and I shaved too. It had been a while since I could shave. My stiffy just wouldn't give up too.

When I came out, Jenni was laying on her back in a sexy teddy. I jumped in bed and we made love. She even gave me a blowjob for about ten seconds, which was more than I'd had in the last year. When it was time to penetrate her wet pussy I fought to hold back. I fought as long as I could but only managed to delay my ejaculation for about five minutes and then I couldn't stop. Sadly, it was too soon as she hadn't had her orgasm yet.

Reaching into the drawer she pulled out her vibrator. "You know what you have to do now." I was only too glad to oblige.

Peeking between her legs, I saw wispy bits of erotic hair poking out as she rode that vibrator. It was so sexy I couldn't resist - I kissed the back of her thighs. I kissed closer towards the center, finally craning my neck and pushing my face as far as I could into that gap, I reached out with my tongue, and I licked her pussy lips as she rode that vibrator. She came instantaneously.

We settled into a routine, five to ten days wearing the cage and then a night of unbridled sex. It was the best arrangement we ever had. I even had a real blowjob once. True to her word she allowed me the internal finish I'd been craving. I really thought she might spit it out. And by the way she choked it down followed by a big chug of water from a glass she had ready just for that purpose you would think it must be a truly malignant liquid. So many women complain about the taste. I guess I was lucky to be born a man.

One night in bed, she was giving me a really long cage check. She was reading a book with her right hand while her left hand kept tracing designs on my dickskin. She would touch long enough for my dick to really hurt inside that little cage. Then just when the cage made me lose what swelling my dick could manage, her fingers would bring it back to life again. Half of me thought about stopping it but another half of me lived for the stimulation. Casually, she asked, "How long do you suppose we could prolong these days? We've gone as long as ten. Do you think we might make it eleven or twelve or fifteen?"

Honestly, it was a great idea. Sporadic great sex with the cage was way better than always being desperate for it and only getting rare mediocre sex in the end anyway. But I saw my chance to negotiate. "Suppose every time we made it twenty days we had oral with finishing in mouth and swallowing."

At first she laughed nervously, then she haggled, saying, "Thirty days with finishing in mouth and spitting." I jumped at it wholeheartedly. I guess I was too eager as she quickly tacked on dinner out once a week, a massage once a month, and me doing the dishes as often as she did.

This was serious. So I added some new terms of my own, "Everything you just said except with swallowing and I get to keep licking your pussy when you ride the vibrator once a week."

She smiled wryly. "So you wanna keep licking my pussy? Is this for me or for you?"

"Both." I answered. Then I joked, "This is getting complicated. I think we're gonna need a contract."

The next day at dinner she had an enigmatic envelope. She said, "I did some research too. You know we're not the only people doing what we're doing. I even found a sample contract all typed out and ready for us just to fill in the blanks."

I opened the envelope as she explained. "It only defines what happens in the bedroom and a few other things. Other than that everything stays the same."

At the top of the contract, it said: Master/sub Sex Contract. A huge thrill like never before ran through me. This is what I'd always wanted. I just didn't know it until now. I could barely turn the pages fast enough, skimming through, initialing and signing each page. She signed it too.

Then there was a hiccup. In my role as a consultant I needed to travel out of town for a week. It was even gonna put me out of town during the exact time the cage was supposed to come off. She suggested this was an opportunity for us to go extra long. I suggested maybe we shorten it this time. In the end we consulted the contract which said that in a circumstance like this she would win the dispute. And you know what? I was OK with that.

Once I got settled into my hotel I couldn't help but be tempted to remove the cage. I pondered that I could probably pry it off and put it back on again without her ever knowing, but I wanted to be honest so I called her and told her what I was thinking. Her reply was that if she could only do cage checks from long distance then she would know everything was good. I was just gonna have to practice self control.

The next day I was sorely enticed to take off the cage and jerk off. I sent her a text. "I'm struggling here." She said I had five minutes to get dressed and get down to the lobby for breakfast then she would know I wasn't doing anything uncontrolled.

At lunch in the men's room I was standing in front of the toilet and I was thinking how easy it would be to just squeeze that cage off, sit down on the toilet and give it a good wank. We should've bought a better cage.

I knew it was gonna be a long night. I decided to take it upon myself to do something about it. The original solution was to have an external control - the cage. I just needed another external control. I placed an ad in the online personals. It read, "Cock caged man seeks helper for cage check twice a day."

Within half an hour I had three replies to my ad. I talked to one of the guys and he seemed all right. Within the hour he was at my hotel room.

He was a stocky muscular dude in a hockey jersey. He didn't believe me at first. He didn't believe I really was all locked up in a cage and he certainly didn't believe my wife was really a part of it. I offered to prove it. First I tapped the remote control against the front of my pants. The metallic clinking sound was a sure giveaway. He said he was gonna have to talk to my wife in person. Pulling out his phone we called her.

He began, "I'm here with a guy who says he's your husband, average height and weight, black hair, he's about 45 years old, and he's wearing a metal cage in his pants."

She chuckled, "Yeah that's him all right. You're not a locksmith are you?"

I guess that's all he needed to know. They talked for a while, laughing at my expense

Then she reprimanded me. She said that if anybody needed to set anything up it should have been her, that all sexual decisions were to be made by her. But she added, what was done was done. I also had to acknowledge the truth of her sexual leadership by calling her Mistress from now on.

She talked to the guy one more time. Then she suggested he should send her a picture every time he checked the cage and he should probably get me to sign a contract. Jack wrote up a contract on hotel stationery stating very clearly that I was under no circumstances to remove my cage, that he was to check it twice a day, and that if I failed to let him check it, or if I took it off, there would be repercussions.