I was lying in bed late on a Saturday night, struggling to fall asleep. Not only was my mind and body aching for sexual release thanks to my being in chastity for close to 2 weeks, but my wife and her friend had been drinking all evening and I could hear them talking and laughing loudly from the living room. Finally I was drifting off into what was sure to be a restless sleep, when I hear the lights being turned off and my wife finally enters our bedroom, with what I expect she thought was stealth.
She turns on her bedside lamp, knocking something off the bedside table and giggling to herself quietly. She sits on the bed and runs her hand down my body and jiggles my cage until I stop pretending to be asleep. "Hey you," she says seductively, "I want stuff." Doing Stuff is our code-word for sex, and sex related things, and despite being tired, in my deprived state I was instantly awake.
Drinking wine often made her horny, so I shouldn't have been surprised, but I had really expected her to be as tired as I was and crawl straight into bed. I even harboured a glimmer of hope that I'd be unlocked and allowed to cum at long last.
She reached under the corner of the mattress and pulled out the rope restraint we had hidden there, and under the other 3 corners as well, each securely attached to a bed leg. We used this setup occasionally to restrain me during teasing sessions, and the feeling of helplessness was a huge turn on for me.
I tried to deduce what she had in mind for me this time as I shuffled into the centre of the bed and she slipped the rope noose over my wrist then moved to the other side of the bed. Once my hands were secure she pulled the blankets down off the bed and my boxer shorts quickly followed. My legs were spread and ankles also restrained to the corners of the bed.
She paused to take in the sight of me spreadeagled and naked except for my cage on the bed, mischievous grin on her sexy mouth. Then she knelt down to dig through the 'toy' drawer in her bedside table, and after a moment pulled out the face mounted strap on. Now that I had an idea of what was in store for me, my cock grew to its maximum size, given the constraints of my steel chastity cage. I lifted my head as she tied the strap around my head and bit down securely on the mouthpiece at the base of the 8" dildo.
Standing back to observe me once more, my wife hummed appreciatively, and then said something that turned my blood cold: "You can come in now." Her friend Kat pushed open the door to our bedroom and strutted in, eyes wandering up and down my body. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" she purred, approaching the bed.
"What the fuck!?" I tried to say, but the dildo strapped to my face muffled my words. I realised that this was her plan from the start, using the strap-on as an impromptu gag, seeing as that was one of the few toys we didn't own.
"Shhhh!" my wife said, slapping the dildo making it jiggle back and forth in my mouth painfully, "I told Kat about your little cage and she insisted on seeing it for herself."