My life was so complex.
At times it had my head spinning.
My morning wood had awoken me.
My penis filled its chastity cage.
Morning wood was painful.
But it always passed.
I felt so horny.
I was laying in bed.
Denise's bed.
Our bodies were lovingly intertwined and tangled.
Thursday morning.
I glanced over at her alarm clock.
6:55 am.
I still had time to cuddle.
A lot had happened over the past 24 hours. Heck over the past couple of weeks, but especially the past 24 hours. It may have made the waters more clear but maybe it just muddied them even more.
I thought back to Wednesday morning when Denise and I were siting on my couch in my office. She was consoling me and trying to help me make sense of what my wife Emma had said the night before.
I was being trained Emma had stated. Emma knew of my training. Only Miranda and Naughty had spoken of it before. Emma must be in on it somehow. She might even be Naughty herself.
And I was being trained to climax better anally she had mentioned to Jon, our 21 year old babysitter while he fucked her. Why? Why would I be trained for better anal climaxes when Emma also revealed that she wanted to be fucked a lot? And that I did not fuck her enough. That did not make any sense.
Either someone else was in control and she was going along with it, willingly or blackmailed herself, or she wanted it that way.
My heart sank so deeply into my gut.
That last option Denise did not really explore with me as she could sense how much it really shook me.
Emma even told Jon that I did not want more sex with her but that I preferred to be done up as a woman and to be fucked by men.
Did she truly believe that? Why would she?
She also told him how much she loved his big, manly cock. It fit her pussy 'just right' she had said to him. She called my penis small. Naughty and Miranda both said that small penises should be locked up. Did my wife also think that my chastity cage was the right place for her husband's penis then?
Where did that all leave Emma and I?
Or was it all for the cameras. The cameras that Naughty had installed in every room of our house. Cameras meant to capture every sexual act. Every demeaning or revealing sexual act. And hold it over my head and maybe even Emma's.
Cameras that did not allow Emma and I to speak freely and openly about Naughty or our marriage. That is, if Emma actually wanted to.
And if she wasn't Naughty herself.
I so had wanted to talk to Emma about all of this. We tried at a coffee shop already but were thwarted by Naughty. It had become even more important than ever. But now part of me did not want to. Part of me was afraid of what I might find out.
After I overheard what Emma said about my cage, they both came powerfully and I pretended to just be arriving at the front door. Then after she had me eat her out and clean her up from the sex that she had with Jon, she had kissed me tenderly, cuddled with me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning she told me again that she loved me so much when I was about to leave for work and kissed me so warmly on the lips.
It was all so confusing. What was real, what was not. Or was it all real and somehow made sense in some weird sort of way?
I felt so mixed inside.
And I still loved Emma deeply.
That I could not deny.
I quit thinking about Emma and focused on Denise as she stirred, kissed me on the cheek, and then kept snoozing in my arms. I also loved her so much too. Being with her made me feel so warm inside.
So much else happened that was also important and not as hard on me to think about.
Well maybe.
Images and thoughts of Wednesday evening came to mind. Miranda was at Denise's place with Denise and I. Ostensibly to check out my caged penis.
Her weekly task.
Like the week before, only things went down a little differently this time.
Well a lot differently.
We were in Denise's bathroom. I was standing in front of Miranda naked. I had just showered and she herself had cleaned my penis.
"Ok, stand still, arms behind your back," Miranda commanded.
The hot, white haired blonde reached out and began to stroke my penis as she had promised when cleaning me. But only if I was good and did not cum in the shower.
I was so hard, as hard as I could ever imagine. Her amazing looking, red nailed fingers were lightly caressing my penis as they slid up and down it.
I moaned lightly.
A few minutes ago I had thought it felt so good to be let out of my chastity cage.
It felt even better to finally be touched again. And by such a hot woman. Not only were her nails red, but Miranda had on a short red dress, red lipstick, blush, hoop earrings and red heels. Only her sheer black stockings were not red. That and her shoulder length, white blonde hair. She truly looked incredibly hot.
She smiled mischievously as she noticed me checking her out.
I breathed quickly.
As she could sense my pending orgasm mounting she stopped her erotic motions and released my penis.
She had told me that if I came without permission, the cage would not come off again for months.
I did my best not to have the orgasm that I so desired.
As the feeling subsided she began her light ministrations on my willing and freed member.
"So you say that your not small, yes?" Miranda asked me openly.
"Yes," was all that I could manage to say as I was concentrating on not blowing my load.
"How long would you say your penis is Shauna?" the hot blonde continued.
It was all I could manage not to cum under her dainty administrations.
"About six inches," I said proudly.
"Denise hand me that small ruler from my bag," Miranda said to Denise.
She brought a ruler?
She was going to measure me?
I looked over and saw that Denise was rummaging through Miranda's purse. She pulled a clear ruler out, one that would've been in a mathematical set and handed it to Miranda.
This ruler was only six inches long.
"Let's see how short your penis really is," Miranda said a bit condescendingly.
With that Miranda took Her hand off my fully erect member.
I groaned as her hand left my aching penis.
"Don't worry, when we are all done checking out the size of your thing, if you're good, I will stroke it some more," she said with a grin.
Miranda placed the ruler beside my throbbing member. She even pressed it slightly into my groin so that I was not cheated.
I could not believe what I saw.
Just over five inches.
The tip of my fully erect penis was just over five inches.
Maybe five and a quarter, if I was generous.
It was six inches.
I measured it when I was 18.
I'm sure it measured six.
Didn't it?
Or had I been fooling myself and it was under 6", but I called it six?
"Are you fully aroused?" Miranda asked matter of factly.
