The words echoed in his mind; “...a month”! He just stood there, numb, as a bead of sweat dripped off his forehead. He had just finished cleaning the bathroom after his Wife’s bath when She had called him down. He was excited and tormented. He had sooo been looking forward to his release. He felt he deserved it, dammit. He had done everything She had asked of him and thought of things She hadn’t. He had been the perfect husband. Not once had he even hinted how desperate he was, no matter how many times She had ridden his face, or his strap-on dildo, or just used the wand while he lay next to Her - or at Her feet, or he’d listened to Her moans on the phone in his lunch break. He had taken his discipline with as much grace as he could muster, and agreed he needed it. So he stood there, his now perfectly smooth-shaven body reflecting the evening light shining through the open patio doors; his new plug stretching his sore, bright-red ass to new limits; his tiny new panties pulled down around his ankles; and his poor, aching, locked cock, swelling inside the new, metal cage that had replaced the plastic one they had used from time to time, gently bobbing up and down as waves of dread and excitement washed over him.
He hadn’t really thought that he would be cuckolded by his Wife tonight. She certainly knew it was one of his biggest fantasies, and exploited it mercilessly when teasing him. She had probed and he had gradually admitted just how much the thought turned him on, eventually showing Her his collection of pictures, videos and stories on his blog. They had just agreed to a week of a female-led relationship, surely they would have to build up gradually to anything involving other people, he thought. And there seemed to him to be a good chance that She hadn’t meant what She’d said, that She would return not very late and want his cock inside Her. God, even if She just let him out to have a wank. He knew he wanted this to happen. Just a week in the cage had concentrated his mind on pleasing his Wife at every opportunity, but another month? Could he maintain his so-far good behaviour? And here he was genuinely torn, between sheer lust on the one hand and a deep yearning to be Her permanently horny, locked-up submissive slave-husband on the other. He wanted to fuck Her right there and then, hard and deep, or at least as deep as he could manage; and shoot his cum inside Her, or over Her, even if he did have to then lick it all up like She had made clear he would.
But he also, at some level, wanted Her to bring home another man, a man who She would introduce him to as Her “subby hubby,,,see, I wasn’t joking” and to him as Her “lover for tonight...my big, thick cock carrying lover. She would walk him through the depths of his depravity: kissing Her shoes as they stood in the open doorway, pouring and fetching drinks for them as they settled on the sofa, kneeling on the floor as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. His hand would stroke Her stocking-clad thigh, find Her stocking top and slide under Her suspender strap, grab Her ass and pull Her closer to him. Her hand would grope his thighs, run along the inside, find its way to his crotch, rub his balls and using one bright red fingernail to trace the outline of his clearly swollen dick through his trousers. Soon he would have Her panties pulled to one side, his fingers buried inside Her, making Her cunt squelch and splash the sofa with Her juices, while She would have freed his cock from its confines, wrapping Her fingers around the pulsing shaft and stroking it gently but firmly.
Looking Her husband in the eye, She would spin Herself round so that Her perfectly round butt was in the air, within easy reach of Her date’s meaty fingers, which would soon have pulled Her short dress up over Her waist, tugged Her panties down Her black nylon-covered thighs and, after giving Her a few firm slaps on each of Her now fully-exposed ass cheeks, buried themselves completely inside Her clearly sopping-wet cunt. His other hand would find and squeeze Her gorgeous tits, pinching Her nipples and making Her squeal with delight. Meanwhile, She would lower Her mouth and, still holding Her husband’s gaze, stick Her tongue out and lick around the head of his huge cock, holding it steady at the base, before wrapping Her mouth around the swollen tip and pushing Her bright red lips down the throbbing shaft. “You know”, She would say, coming up for air, “I’m not sure they even make chastity cages big enough for cocks this size, baby”. Another minute or two of cock-sucking, then, “I guess some men were just meant to get as much pussy as they can handle, and some men were just meant to be all locked up so they can’t even play with themselves and think about what it would be like to fuck a beautiful, sexy, horny woman right in front of Her sissy husband. All while his poor, caged, little cock dripped into his slutty little panties...”
He mentally shook his head, not daring to imagine the rest. All he knew was, he was as turned on as he had ever been in his life. And, though remote, there now appeared to be a chance that he could be made a cuckold that very night, or at least some other night in the next four weeks, and he wouldn’t even be unlocked afterwards. He might have to watch, or at least listen to, his sexy, gorgeous Wife being pleasured by another, bigger, better cock. He might have to cleanup and swallow another man’s cum from Her pussy, ass, tits, mouth, stockings or maybe even Her feet if She revealed that particular fetish of his. And he wouldn’t get to cum himself; the night would be about Her pleasure and Her pleasure only. It was his ultimate dream, but could he live with the reality?
She took all of this in, gauging his reaction, examining him. She knew how much he had been anticipating this weekend. She had been a very strict Mistress all week: keeping him busy with various chores every evening after work; adding a dozen strokes of the cane to his midweek maintenance-spanking, “because I want to”; using his face and face-dildo for Her pleasure; had him fuck Her with his strapon-cock; having him give Her a full-body massage; worshipping Her feet while She called Her friends; and having him clean the entire house this morning before taking Her shopping for tonight’s outfit in the afternoon. She had even become so wet that She had asked the assistant for another pair of the same panties he was buying for Her, only in his size, allowing for the slight bulge of his “little chastity cage”, holding Her key up for emphasis when the lady at first couldn’t quite believe her ears, until looking back and forth at the two of them had convinced her and a broad smile had slid across her face: his Wife looking dominant and triumphant, Her husband red-faced and humiliated; but silent - obediant. She had made a mental note of the shop assistant’s name and filed it under “maybe one-day”.
He looked down at those panties: the barely-there, delicate, deep-red yet almost transparent silk material, already sticky with his pre-cum, with a pink-lace trim that matched his toenails (he really hadn’t expected Her to want him to paint his nails, and a girly pink at that!). He had worn Her panties to work every day, but these were by far the sluttiest. And they were by far the sluttiest he had ever known his Wife to wear. He looked back up at Her now. He looked at Her new, shiny, black patent fuck-me-now high heels and thought of how She had instructed him to kneel and put them on Her feet in the store while She flirted with the manager. He looked at Her black stockings and imagined Her crossed legs, rubbing gently together in the back seat of the taxi, then as She walked into the bar where She was meeting a couple of Her friends. Did they know? Did anyone else know? His cage swelled with the thought. She then pulled the hem of Her new dress away from Her body, revealing a taut suspender strap. His mind reeled, he was so horny now; actually having to be allowed to cum when, and indeed if, his Wife decided suddenly felt very real and was way more intense than he had fantasised about whilst wanking at leisure. He looked at Her cleavage and nearly passed out, moving quickly on. He knew from frustrating experience not to let his eyes dawdle there; even so, his cage bobbed violently and a few drops of pre-cum formed, fell and splashed on the polished floor.
She was testing him. What did total control really mean to him? How far could She push him? How much further did he really, secretly, afraid-to-admit-it-to-himself-ily want Her to push him? She wasn’t planning to cuck him tonight. She had only just taken up the option after finally agreeing to try indulging his fantasies, so long as they were on Her terms. At most, She had told Herself, this was to be a dry run. Her friends knew that they were trying “something new in the bedroom, something a little less vanilla...”, but hadn’t gone into specifics. She had decided not to wear Her key yet either. She knew the thought of that conversation was one of his biggest turn-ons and She wanted to save it for just the right moment. She wanted him thinking of Her all night while She was out, wearing Her new outfit that he’d bought for Her and dressed her in, with Her husband wearing just his matching panties She had chosen for him. She wanted him to feel the plug filling his slutty little ass, pressing on his prostrate, in turn causing him to constantly drip into the his cute little panties. And She just loved the look of the cage stretching the little red silken triangle. She wanted him to think of Her in the same slutty panties, feeling confidant and sexy, in a bar full of men who would have actual, full erections when they saw Her. She wanted him to wonder what would happen whenever She went out, with or without him, even as he made the marital bed. She wanted him to wonder if he would be sleeping in the spare room as She enjoyed Her new lover that night. She wanted him to imagine just how humiliating that would be for him, far surpassing the embarrassment of being Her caged, plugged, pantied and painted slave in front of another man, a stranger who was about to fuck his Wife in his bed, and fill Her and cover Her with his cum while he listened from down the hall. Even that, though, would surely pale into insignificance compared to being summoned into the master bedroom to clean Her well-fucked, swollen, puffy, sopping wet and stretched-as-never-before pussy, “like the dirty little cum-slut you are”.
She wanted his horny little mind to go into overdrive as he hand-washed and dried Her new, expensive lingerie, underwear he had always imagined Her in when edging himself over and over whenever he was home alone, before confiding in Her all of his sordid dreams. He had obviously never expected Her to make any of them real and certainly not with such gusto. She was just as surprised Herself and though She had felt She should make a strong start, She was determined not to act in haste. Things needed to be happen progressively and besides, there was no rush: She was in charge. He wanted this. And, it turned out, so did She. Which is why what he did next was critical. He had to show that he was willing to abide by Her every whim. She wouldn’t abuse Her position as Her subby hubby’s Mistress, but She would re-enforce it as She saw fit. Panties weren’t the only lingerie he would ever wear, She had near enough decided that he would be in seamed stockings, suspenders and high heels, with all his nails manicured and painted, and possibly even be professionally waxed at a salon, for the first time that She pegged him. She wanted to make him cum in his panties just from fucking his ass. But first, She wanted him truly desperate to cum, possibly with tears in his eyes, so that he knew it was no longer a game but a way of life, the new normal. In short, She wanted to break him. And right now, She was sure that was what he wanted too.
He caught his Wife’s impassive gaze, both intimidating and reassuring at the same time. Her knowing smile beamed back at him, and he thanked his lucky stars that he had married the perfect woman. “Yes, Mistress”, he said proudly, “Thank you, Mistress”. He was Her’s. “Good boy”, She cooed. “Now, pull your panties up, slut, lick up your mess and call Me a cab...”
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