The Long Weekend Ch 02 5

I had a terrible night's sleep, I was absolutely terrified of falling asleep and having my body take over so I tried to stay awake as much as possible. After the teasing my cock felt like it was fit to burst with the slightest touch, but the chastity cage was so tight around my cock it left no room for growth. As I drifted in and out of sleep my erotic dreams would cause my body to naturally become aroused but the pain from the cage soon had me wide awake, groaning in agony.

I remember Mistress coming in at least twice to use the dildo gag for her pleasure. Her juices must have been all over the base of the gag and the hood now, I could smell nothing else even when she wasn't there and that only made things worse. When she was using me I could feel her hands constantly teasing my balls as she rode my face to her hearts content.

I had no idea what the time was when Mistress came in for what I think was the third time, but I couldn't help but groan in relief when she unclipped my hands and feet from the corners of the bed and helped me sit up.

Pulling out the gag I coughed, there was a considerable amount of drool that had welled up behind it and I couldn't stop some of it leaking out as the cock shaped gag was pulled out my mouth. When I felt her un tightening the hood I hysterically sniggered in relief, and soon I had to scrunch up my eyes as the bright light of morning became apparent. It took me a while to get used to the light, when I did I looked into the face of my loving wife who sat on the bed next to me, grinning from ear to ear.

"I love you so much, thank you for last night slave," she said leaning over and kissing me on the lips.

She was dressed in her running gear, I had to admit even in workout clothes my wife was incredible arousing. It didn't help of course that she purposefully picked the more provocative work-out clothes to tease me, she always said she liked the idea of all the men eying her up as she ran about town.

It was at that point I felt the familiar grip of a chastity device around my cock and remembered the different feel it had last night. Looking down my thoughts were confirmed, in place of the rather generic plastic chastity cage was a gleaming stainless steel version. I could see immediately it was tighter fitting but had completely forgotten about the fist mitts as I went to inspect the device further.

My useless, bound hands clanged into the device, and I help them up in shock inspecting this new twist as well. Two shining metal balls, the base of which locked onto the wrist cuffs that I had locked onto myself the day before, had replaced my hands. Twisting them, I could barely make out the seam and I banged them together slightly as if to check they were even real. The only real blemish was a small ring at the tip of them, which I guessed was used to secure my arms in place to the corners of the bed.

My wife giggled next to me breaking my concentration.

"New additions," she said. "You like them?"

I sighed, studying them for a moment again before shrugging and smiling at her.

"Not really, but isn't that the point" I chuckled. "My hands are pretty useless with them on! Are you going to take them off?"

"Off?" she said looking confused. "What do you mean off, they're permanent. Can't you see, there are no key holes."

I looked at her shocked, she really did look rather concerned and I quickly checked around the base do the device to confirm that she wasn't lying.

"W-what have you done Mistress?" I said panicking. Had she really rendered my hand useless for the rest of my life? A tear escaped down my face as I looked down at my new hands.

My wife suddenly roared in laughter and slapped me on the shoulder. She almost fell on the floor she was laughing that much, it took her over a minute to even catch her breath enough to talk.

"You should see your face right now!" she gasped. "Of course they are not permanent, I like your hands you idiot!"

I looked back at her, then at the mitts and let of a chuckle of relief. Now I came to think of it I realised it was ridiculous to think that my wife would have done such a thing.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you Mistress." I sighed in relief. "You had me for a moment!"

"I always have you my love," she said reaching down in-between my legs and grabbing my cock.

Holding it up slightly she twisted the cock cage in her hand letting me see it in its full glory. there was no space for growth, the end did indeed securely go through my PA piercing and the ring was as snug a fit as could be without being too tight.

"Custom made, fits perfectly." She said. "I've been waiting a month to fit it, figured this weekend was the best time. Do you like it?"

I looked at her and smiled, she sounded so pleased with it and I could tell from her tone that she wanted me to like it too. I nodded and smiled, but the truth is a tighter, more secure chastity belt terrified me. The old one at least had some room to expand in, I got some relief at least.

As she jumped up off the bed, I drew in a deep breath and looked her up and down in her sexy running gear. She was so damn hot.

She looked back over her shoulder at me and grinned.

"Ah yes, I almost forgot you have a weird, work out lycra fetish." She said smiling at me. "I'll have to wear this around the house more often, won't I?"

"You could wear anything around the house Mistress and I'd find it arousing. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Aw, that's so nice slave." she said leaning over to me and kissing me passionately on the lips. I moaned as her tongue slipped into my mouth,

"Probably won't get you any closer to being released but don't let that stop you trying." she said slapping me gently on the cheek as she pulled back.

"Now I'm off for a run, will be gone for at least an hour but you can make yourself busy getting breakfast ready. I'm sure whatever you have planned will be delicious. If you are lucky, when I come back all sweaty and disgusting I'll let you take my running clothes off for me, maybe even with just your teeth!"

She was just about to head out the door when I cleared my throat, making her turn in the doorway to look at me confused. I held up my hands, still trapped in the mitts to her.

"I might be able to manage toast at best with these on, Mistress. I definitely will not be able to stick with my original plan through."

My wife laughed and let her head drop slight. "It's always something with you isn't it?"

It turned out the mitts were incredible advanced and were controlled from my wife's iPhone by means of transmitters imbedded in the devices. As she triggered the mitts to release I realised that I would never be able to unlock these without her, the app required her fingerprint to authorise the unlocking and I realised that was probably the case for the other metal restraints as well. They all seemed to match up as one set.

After my wife left for her run, I set to work tidying up from the night before and preparing breakfast. My stomach growled in hunger, and I briefly thought about sneaking in a snack before thinking better of it. My wife wasn't going to let me starve I knew that, I just had to have faith.

I had barely finished preparing everything when my wife came back in from her run. She tossed the morning paper onto the side and pulled out her headphones, she was dripping with sweat as she walked into the kitchen smiling.

"Not so sexy now I bet," she chuckled. "Not sure if getting you to undress me would be a treat or a punishment!"

I would have disagreed if she'd said punishment, she still looked damn hot despite the sweat. Her nipples stuck out though the fabric thanks to the chill she got coming in from the outside and her clothing clung to her body leaving little to the imagination. She quickly put down her phone and looked over at the table smiling. I'd rearranged the table from dinner, put new flowers out that I'd got from the florists the day before and already had drinks on the table waiting for her. I'd only set the table for one this time.

"Smells wonderful, what do I have this morning slave?"

"Egg benedict, only with that smoked salmon you really like from the fish mongers instead of bacon Mistress."

She had walked round next to me as I was just getting ready to poach the egg and kissed me on the cheek.

"Sounds wonderful," she said slapping me hard on the arse, making be jump and yelp slightly. "I'm just jumping in the shower, give me ten minutes then serve up."

I rubbed my bottom where she had spanked me, it stung slightly. I looked down at the food and wondered if I should even bother preparing myself a portion.

True to her word a few minutes later she was back, wrapped in her light bathrobe again as she sat down at the table and took a swig of the iced water I had put out for her. Along with the eggs benedict there was fresh orange juice, and a steaming pot of fresh coffee waiting for her.

I dished up and placed the plate down in front of her, before kneeling at her feet. She pointed at the paper.

"Read me the headlines slave as I eat. You know the sort of thing I like to hear about, make sure you have a good scan of the business pages as well."

I spent the next ten minutes reviewing the morning's news for my wife. Every now and again, I'd get half way through a story before she'd wave her hand and tell me to move on. My wife could be impatient like that. It wasn't until I got to the business pages that the first blemish on our weekend happened. There, in one corner of the news was an article about my company. Apparently it have been hiding terrible financial results over the past few months but that now the money was all but gone.

"Well, what is it?" My wife snapped. I hadn't realised I'd quickly starting reading the news in my head rather than aloud.

"It's my company; apparently they have been hiding poor trading for over a year now. This article talks about administration."

"Oh hunny, I'm sure it's not that bad." she said snatching the paper from me.

My wife worked in the financial sector and knew far more about this then I did. I watched her read the article herself, her face scrunched up slightly as she took in the facts. I could tell from her reaction that it was actually serious.

"Ok," she said putting the article down. "That is pretty bad actually, but you don't need to worry. Let's just enjoy the weekend and see what happens next week when you go back into the office."

She paused, I looked up at her and could see she was choosing her next words very carefully. "I mean, financially we don't need the money to be honest. Your job is more for you than the money."

I sighed, it was true. I had long since gotten over the idea that as the man of the house I needed to be the primary income provider. My wife was far better at that than I ever would be but I enjoyed work none the less, it was a reason to leave the house and it was so flexible and local I had time to take the kids to school, do the shopping and basically make sure the house ran.

My wife reached down and stroked my face. "I know you enjoy your work darling, but would it be so bad if you had to stay at home for a bit whilst you found something else? I mean think of all those little projects we've spoken about that you never say you have time for; the kitchen garden, the new shed and the playroom down stairs?"

The last one I knew my wife was keen on most of all. We have a cellar in the basement that as it stands is just a dumping ground for stuff we never really need. It has massively thick walls and a sturdy door that bolts from the outside, I've been down there before calling out for my wife to help me with a heavy box and she couldn't hear me from the top of the stairs.

She wants me to convert it into a grown up's play room, a sort of BDSM dungeon that is locked away so that once the kids are in bed she can play with me at times other than just the odd weekend when we have the house to ourselves.

I guess she was right. "As you say, it's not worth worrying about Mistress. Let's just enjoy the weekend."

I watched as she finished her breakfast and push the plate towards me.

"You may eat now, cook yourself the same if you like. I suspect you will need your strength," she said winking at me. "I'm going to go get ready; I'm meeting Mandy and the girls for a bit of retail therapy at 10. You have 20 minutes to eat before I leave."

I was so thankful to hear I could eat, my stomach was aching so much having gone without dinner last night and I quickly thanked her as she walked off into the bedroom. Twenty minutes later and I had finished eating, I had made scrambled eggs and smoked salmon just for ease given the time I had. Mistress came back into the room carrying some bits in her hand.

"Come here slave, I want no fuss," she said.

I looked down at the parts, there on the table was a bondage belt, a gag and some chains. I obediently stood there as Mistress tightened the wide bondage belt around my waist, it was nearly 6 inches wide and covered the majority of my lower body. Mistress purposefully did it up tightly, she wanted no chance of it coming loose and sure enough by the time she locked it in place with three padlocks I was struggling to take full breaths.

She quickly clipped a chain to one of the O-rings that hung off the side, the other end was locked to my wrist restraint restricting my reach to about 10 inches. The same was repeated with the other wrist.

Finally she held up the butterfly gag and I opened my mouth without question. The flabby silicone mass was pushed in and like the penis gag from the night before Mistress quickly did up the spider web of straps that secured the thing in place.

"Final step, love you!" she said holding up a small bulb in her hand.

I tried to tell her I loved her too, but all that came out was a jumbled muffled message.

She giggled getting the message, before attaching the bulb to the valve at the front of the gag. Pumping the bulb the flabby silicone inside my mouth started to expand, and before long my mouth was completely filled to the point I could barely manage a grunt. Removing the bulb my Mistress put it into her handbag, along with the keys to the padlocks.

Picking up her keys, she blew me a kiss as she headed out the door. I watched as she grabbed her coat and just as she reached the door she hesitated and looked back at me.

"I almost forgot this!" she said digging down in her handbag.

Pulling out a piece of paper she handed it to me. Looking down I went to unfold it but she placed her hand on mine stopping me.

"Wait until I'm gone slave, it's just a couple of extra things I'd like you to do for me whilst I'm out." She said, and she leant over a kissed me on the cheek.

A moment later, she was gone. I watched from the window as she got in her Mercedes and backed out of the drive, through our gates before disappearing down the road.

Unfolding the piece of paper I looked down in astonishment at the long list of tasks to do, it was more than a couple!

'Slave,

I expect these tasks done, on top of the normal chores before I get back:

1) Sort through my underwear draws, organise into colour and type.

2) Get boxes down from on top of the cupboard in my room and sort through your clothes. As I told you weeks ago, I expect most can go to charity.

3) Change bedsheets on all beds.

4) Sort box's in my play den as I asked weeks ago and make it suitable for a guest room. DO NOT open any boxes marked for my attention, put them to one side.

Mistress.

xxx'

I couldn't believe it, she expected all this done in the few hours I had to myself? I let my hands fall and realised immediately what else she had done to make my work even harder. The lack of movement in my chains would slow me down even more, and would make sorting the box's and the playroom so much harder. I knew this was a sort of punishment, she'd been asking to sort it out downstairs for ages now.

With a heavy sigh, I quickly set to work with my 'normal chores'. It wasn't until I walked into the main bedroom I realised Mistress had set out to make this as much work for me as possible. Scattered across the bed and floor was the entire contents of her underwear draws, everything had been muddled together to make it as much work as it could possibly be. I sighed and quickly started picking up her panties.

As I sorted through the underwear I felt my cock twitch, my wife had some incredibly sexy sets and I couldn't help my response but no sooner had my cock started to stiffen then it was gripped tightly by the new chastity cage. It was far more restrictive as I though and I groaned in pain at even the slighted arousal.

Eventually the pain got so bad I had to take a break from sorting sexy undies so I looked up at the boxes on top of the wardrobe and figured I may just be able to reach them with the steps. The next hour was exhausting, and I nearly fell twice from on top of the stairs as I tried with my limited movement to lift down the heavy boxes of my clothes. Again, my wife had been asking me to do this for a few weeks so this was her way of punishing me for not doing it sooner. It was a very efficient punishment, I knew that from now on if she asked me to do something like this, that I shouldn't hesitate and put it off.

It wasn't until 2 pm I had contact from my wife in the form of a text message.

'Hello slave, having fun with my undies are we? M xxx'.

'Did you have to scatter every pair you had across the bed Mistress?' I responded. At least I could text, I was grateful for that.

'I couldn't find the pair I wanted, hence why you needed to sort it ;). The girls and I are done shopping, just off for a drink or two in the spa then I'll be back around 5 pm.'

'Very well Mistress, I'll be waiting. Will you be ok driving?'

'I left the car at Mandy's, she'll probably drop it round tomorrow. I'll get a taxi back later.'

'Ok that sounds sensible. Anything else I need to know?'

'Remember we don't need dinner tonight so you have more time to focus on the tasks I've given you.'

I read the text twice to make sure I'd read it correctly. 'We don't need dinner', it definitely said 'we'. I wondered if she had changed her mind, it would probably be the first time I've been taken out with her interns so I was slightly shocked.

Focusing on the rest of the tasks, I set about the chores with renewed vigour. The play room took the most time of any of them, there was about 50 box's to sort through, half of which were total junk and could be trashed. There was about half a dozen boxes marked for the attention of my wife, and heeding her instructions I left them well alone.

I had lost total track of the time sorting the box's and had forgotten that not only did the room block out most sounds from upstairs, the phone signal was also blocked.

"Well, well, you have been busy!" my wife said behind me.

The sound of her voice made me jump up so high It felt like I almost hit my head on the ceiling when I jumped up. I turned to see her standing there grinning looking round the room. Now the boxes were organised under the staircase it was even larger than we both thought, plenty of room for whatever my wife wanted to put in there.

"You have finished the list?" she said questioningly.

I nodded in response, I couldn't almost believe it myself but I'd pretty much got the lot done. She looked around the playroom once more and nodded.

"Very good, I'll check the rest myself later but for now we need to start thinking about tonight. I have some things to set up but first I want to get you cleaned up and fed."

After going back upstairs I thought my wife would remove my bonds, instead though I was led into the bathroom and pushed into the walk in shower. I knew what was coming as soon as she pushed me down to the floor and used a short chain to clip the front of my collar to the drain on the floor.