This story is entirely fictional and is intended as a fantasy in the world of female domination and male submission. It involves tease and denial with the use of a male chastity device, cuckoldry and corporal punishment. The premise is to explore what may happen if such fantasies were taken too far. The characters are not based on any living or deceased persons and are not written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. If you are not interested in fiction in which males willingly submit to dominant females, or find such subjects objectionable and in opposition to your own preferences, I would strongly suggest you exercise your right not to read any further.
Chapter 3
Wednesday 8th July 2015
When I woke early the next morning, it was with a desperate ache in my groin as my penis strained against the hard plastic bars of my cock cage. I'd been in this cage for eleven days, and prior to that, I hadn't relieved myself since that last occasion in prison which was around another seven days before. I looked across at the drawer next to Becky's side of the bed where I'd been so close to breaking open the box to get the key that would have released my penis. Thoughts suddenly ran through my mind concerning Cassie and how we'd spent a lovely evening together, but at what cost? She now knew of my dark secret, but she'd kissed me ... on the lips as she'd left. What had that meant?
It was only Becky calling to tell me she was on her way home today that had stopped me from breaking that box open to get the key to my cock cage. In the call, she promised me I would finally get what I was so desperate for, and as soon as she'd said those words, all thoughts of what I wanted to do with Cassie had been pushed from my mind.
I spent that morning and early afternoon watching the clock and following the flight tracker for Becky's plane. It was an annoyance when one of the occupants in the ground floor apartment complained of the water pipes banging in the night, so I ended up releasing trapped air in the system, thus dragging me away from my laptop. Finally, the flight tracker showed Becky's plane had landed and I sat working out the time it would take her to pick up luggage, go through the checks, get a taxi and drop the other two off before she got home.
It was twenty past four when I heard a vehicle pull up outside, the tell tale diesel engine sound of a taxi. I looked out of the road facing window at the sight of Becky below, rolling her suitcase towards the building, a bag also over her shoulder. I'd seen her for less than twenty four hours when I'd come out of prison. The time had flown and I wondered whether the euphoria of my release had prevented me from really appreciating that short time with her. But now, having had time to readjust, I was well prepared for this proper homecoming.
There was no point in me going down to meet her as the single lift would be on its way up, so I waited with baited breath for her to come through the door to the apartment. I heard the lift arrive, movement on the landing just outside, the key going in the lock and turning, and then she walked in. My heart missed a beat when I saw her looking even more stunning than when I'd seen her outside the prison almost two weeks earlier.
She dropped her shoulder bag on the floor and we moved towards each other, our lips meeting, our tongues meeting. It was the reunion I was looking for, almost as though this was the start of the next phase of our lives together. I was absolutely certain there would be no cruel teasing this time, not the way our passion was let loose, this was what all the tease and denial was aimed at, this moment when our love would bring us together, reaching a height of sensual ecstasy that defied comprehension.
Becky pulled away from me and slipped off her dress, dropping it to the floor. She undid her bra and pulled her pants down to stand naked before me. Of course, my penis throbbed inside the cock cage knowing it would soon be released. She took hold of my hand and led me to the bedroom as I struggled to remove my t-shirt. I lost it just before being dragged over to the bed.
She pulled my shorts off and pushed me down onto the bed, all this time neither of us spoke a word. From the drawer beside the bed, she took out that same wooden box I'd held the previous night with its own padlock to ensure I couldn't reach the key. The padlock sprung open after she rolled the four digit pass numbers to the correct setting, and lifting the lid, she took out the key.
