Absolutely, its not about the cage, its about her controlling it.

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Absolutely, its not about the cage, its about her controlling it.
About 12 years ago when our daughter went off to college, my husband came to me with the idea of having a weekly "progress review" where I would give him a rundown of the things he did well, and of course the things that needed improvement or that he missed. And part of that was the idea of a weekly "maintenance" whipping to drive home the importance of compliance.
If this sounds very businesslike, it was and that is why I ended up dropping it after a few months. I had just retired as a manager in a large financial services company and honestly, I was tired of weekly progress meetings and compliance reports. Doing this with my husband seemed like it would be fun on the surface but honestly, it really wasn't sexy to me.
What was sexy, however, was the idea of whipping him. We had bought a leather riding crop at a local adult store, and it made me feel all mistressy and stern to wave it around and whack his ass with it. And after I dropped the progress review idea once in a while I would still pull it out of the drawer and give him some stripes, just because the idea was hot to me.
One week I flew out to see some of my family for a week while Tom stayed home by himself becausehe was still working. At the time he was not caged permanently like he is now, but I warned him not to be touching himself. I did not allow that and it was an agreement we had for some years, caged or not.
We usually text each other at bedtime when I'm away. He texted me that he was having a hard time going to sleep, so he was touching himself for an orgasm before bed. I was annoyed and told him that he had better not be. I was kind of hoping he was joking around.
But the next night was the same thing. He told me he was having a holiday since I was gone, and he was giving himself a couple a day. Now I was getting annoyed... my husband knows that this was the one thing he promised me and that I counted on. Again, I warned him to stop.
But the next few nights were the same thing. He told me that they helped him sleep and since I wasnt there, he figured it was okay. I stopped thinking that he was joking around and began to think he was serious and I found myself becoming very upset by it.
He picked me up at the airport at the end of the week. It was a late flight, so we stopped for a quick bite and he took me home where we got undressed for bed. I noticed he was wearing his cage, but didn't think anything of it. I was tired and just collapsed into bed.
The next day he got up early and went to work. When he came home, I ordered him into the bedroom, told him to strip and stand over the bed in the maintenance position. I gave him a few minutes and walked in. He looked at me and said "Oh, you're still dressed?" I told him to be quiet because wasn't there for sex. Without any warmup I immediately started whipping his ass with my crop.
The rule is that he is to remain silent when I do this, but he was grunting and gasping as I gave him real strokes. I asked him "Did you put on your cage so I wouldn't punish you? Did you think I'd feel sorry for you?" He started to say something, but I stopped him. "No, be quiet and take it."
I changed sides to use my other arm and continued to hit him hard. I was mad, disappointed, and oddly getting aroused which made me even more annoyed because I didn't want any sex with him, at least not then.
Finally his grunts turned into yelps, so I gave him a couple more even harder and stopped. I threw the crop on the and told him to get dressed and put it away, and then get cleaned up for dinner. As I left the room, I saw the big red welts on his ass and thighs.
We had a quiet dinner watched some TV and then went to bed. He snuggled up next to me, and I remember thinking "How can he do that after I just whipped his ass hard enough to leave marks?" I pushed him over and lay in his arms, and grabbed his cage. I asked him "You didn't think putting this on would save you, did you?'
He actually laughed and said "I put this on right after you left." I was like, "What are you talking about?" He told me that he was tempted to touch himself, so he put his cage on that night. He really was just joking about giving himself daily orgasms. He promised me he wouldn't, but he thought it was funny to tease me.
I think I called him an asshole, and that he got what he deserved, but he didn't seem to mind. He thanked me for the maintenance, and I kept him locked for the next 5 or 6 months. And the next night I made sure that he thanked me properly.
🔏 Tom here. I remember this well, because it was probably the only time that @mrs--edge actually caned me as a punishment. And she definitely was not pleased.
After I brought her to the airport, I did my usual chores, mowed the lawn, puttered in the garage, and did the usual bachelor things, like drinking from the carton and eating over the sink from the pan I cooked in. In my evening shower I realized that I was maybe a little too tempted to do the bachelor thing, so I dug my cage out of the back of the drawer (we were on a break), and put it on. I was already in bed when she texted goodnight, so I teased her a bit. My brain is really stuck in teenager mode.
I continued to tease her the rest of the week, not thinking that she would take it seriously. And for my part, it had been a few months since I was caged, and it felt comfortable to wear it again. When I picked her up, it really was late, and she was definitely tired from the flight.
I usually get up quite a bit before her, make coffee, and get ready for work. She was still in bed when I left, so I was very pleasantly surprised when I got home, thinking that she was happy to see me after a week away.
That made it all the more surprising when she laid right into me. I turned to look at her and she pushed me back and kept hitting. When she said something about me being caged, the light bulb went off. I started to say something, but she told me to be quiet and for the first time, really made it hurt.
Afterward, I was sore but horny. I was hoping that she would be in the mood for a little action, but she just tossed the riding crop at me and went back into the kitchen.
The rest of the evening was uneventful. We had dinner, got caught up on affairs, and watched some TV before bed. After I got undressed she touched my ass briefly, noticing the welts. We got settled in bed and I again explained what happened. I said that I kind of missed her, and wearing the cage made me miss her more. She told me that she was actually glad to see me back in the cage because she missed it as well.
She didn't know if she should be sorry or not about caning me, but I told her it was freaking hot and I was pretty happy. Then she told me that I was going to make it up to her, and she was soon asleep.
The only thing that I have to add is that in the past, caning always led to some kind of sex; usually my going down on her but sometimes followed up with some foxing. This time, the caning was just that: discipline separated from the sexual connection. I still look back on it as a particularly erotic session. 🥵
My beloved Ankewife keeps me strict and consistent chaste with cock cages like you do it Mrs. Edge.
I got my first spanking when my wife lasted me for the first time for 4 months without orgasm chaste. She had promised me 2 orgasms within the next 2 months and I had the constantly urge to know, when I would be allowed to cum. I wanted to have a fixed appointment and annoyed her almost every day. One evening, when she came home quite exhausted after a very hard working week, I asked again when I could cum. Annoyed she murmured to me. If you were a little boy, I would now spank your bare butt. And I whispered, then do it.
Did you just say, then do it? Did you say that?
Now my wife Anke really got into the rage and prevailed me: down with the clothes, off to the living room and bent over the armrest of the couch !!! I was totally surprised by her outbreak. I didn't know her that way. She never loses control and is always very controlled. I quickly did it, pulled out naked, and leaned over the armrest so that my butt formed the highest point.
What happens here now, I wondered? Will my wife really spank my naked butt, me an adult man? I felt small, somehow humiliated. At the same time, I felt my cock twitched in the cage. I was excited. What is going on here in you, I wondered. During that I heard my wife rumbling in the kitchen. Then she came back. She was still in her business clothes and I heard the Klack Klack of her shoes.
I will give you to constantly annoy myself, she blunted me and hit my butt violently with her hand. Then she reached to one of the wooden spoons she had brought from the kitchen, because she quickly noticed that her hand hurted just as much as my butt. She was now increasingly struck and I quickly realized that it was not fun. When she changed from the wooden spoon to one of hard plastic, I could hardly endure the pain and begged her to stop:
I will never ask again when my next orgasm will be, I whined.
You will definitely not be anymore, she said and continued. She held my hands so that I couldn't escape.. She now hit my thighs and I was whining very loudly.
Hold your mouth and take it like a man, you Whimp! I don't want to hear any sound from you !!! she screamed at me. That was the point where I realized that I had to go through it now. I bit my teeth together. My wife seemed like in intoxication. Beat after beat hit my ass cheeks, which burned like fire. Then suddenly, it was over.
Ah, that was good, really good, I heard my wife say. I groaned relieved, but painful.
This was followed by a short break in which my wife was aware that my butt was deep tomato red and my thighs were covered with wide stripes.
Oh, what did I do? My poor darling, I didn't want that at all, she was whining. She took me in her arms, and again said, I didn't want that. I left all of my frustration and anger from the office on you, my poor sweetheart. Please forgive me, I quickly get something to cool. My god, your butt is completely red and swollen.
No, stay here, I said. It was right what you did. You came home tired, frustrated and exhausted and I have not prepared dinner, do not expect you with a cool glass of wine, but just want to know when I can cum. This cannot be forgotten, I deserve to be punished like this. And, even if it sounds strange to you now, somehow I liked it. I felt humiliated when I stripped naked. Then, when I waited for you, I felt a strong excitement. And when you screamed at me, I should accept it like a man, I suddenly wanted to be strong despite the pain. wanted to show you that I am a man and although of my still burning ass, I'm proud, that I've taken it without crying from that point on. And let me tell you, I know now I have to try harder, I have to care more about your needs, your well-being. I've earned this lesson and realized that you are important, not my cock. I have to ask for your forgiveness, not you. I think I need a lesson like this regularly. I like being naked and at your mercy.
You mean I should spank your bottom regularly? Anke asked.
Maybe not quite as much, I answered, but still painful. Maybe it will help you release some of the constant anger and frustration in your job, and maybe it will give me the feeling that you're not just my keyholder, but my overall mistress.
I'll have to think about that first, Anke replied. I don't want to spank you for no reason, and frustration at work shouldn't be a reason. But I have to admit that spanking you also aroused me.
Afterwards, we had wonderful cuddle sex and I licked Anke to several orgasms. Of course, I wasn't allowed to cum; instead, one of the two remaining orgasms was taken away from me.
Anke found a reason to spank me: We jog twice a week, and I've been pretty lazy. If I'm slower than Anke, I get two strokes for every second, up to a base of 50. If I'm faster than her, which only happens very rarely, I get a reduction accordingly. Usually there are 80- 100 blows that land on my bottom every Sunday afternoon.
It and the occasional filling of my boi pussy are the only sex I've had in 2 years now. I'm in sissy heaven😍
It's definitely something that I dream of is sucking a cock and getting a cock to explode deep inside of my tight little sissy butt
Umm yes please
Would 3 fingers be ok
You like that she has a boyfriend. That she regularly gets fucked the way you know she needs and deserves. Even when she started to fall in love with him you still got aroused. So much so you encouraged her. You told her it is okay for her to have an emotional connection with him.
It was you who told her, if she really feels she loves him. She should tell him. She did the next time she saw him. Whispering "I love you too," while in bed with him. While his cock split her pussy and he slowly pushed it inside her and slowly pulled it out. They melted into each other when she said it. Kissing, dipping their tongues into each others mouths. It felt intoxicating. The desire she felt for him her pulse quickened. Telling him "I love you," made it real, it made her even love him more. To crave him. Crave his body, his touch, to be with him. When he filled her with his cum he pushed all the way in, farther than you have ever gone igniting her own orgasm. With a groan he clenched his ass as his cock throbbed and poured his fluid inside her moaning and twitching body under him. It wasn't fucking, they made love.
She told you she told him "I love you," and it aroused you so much, she watched as you had a powerful orgasm of your own and it made her feel good that you approve of her loving another man. That it arouses you too and gets you off.
You still have sex but it feels different. Like your little dick no longer belongs inside her. You can't reclaim her. She is no longer only yours so you reconnect. Sex outside her feels so much better for both of you. You rubbing your little dick on her clit, her jacking you off while she tells you about their weekend together out of town. How she told him "I love you" like a thousand times.
Both of you teased and fantasied together. She told you that you feel so much better out of her pussy. Maybe that is where you belong. Her pussy reserved for men that can fuck her the way she needs. Men like her boyfriend. It got you hot and got you off. Again she saw you orgasm in her hand harder than you ever have inside her.
Your married though, a married couple has to have sex right? So you go through these cycles. You having sex with her, then both of you fantasizing again about you only on the outside. Your angst got the best of you. That jealousy, the fear of her leaving, the feeling of inadequacy. One morning she came home to you after a long weekend vacation with him and you weren't excited. You felt hurt, even betrayed, sad and alone. You blew up at her and you had a fight. This wasn't the first time. It is like a rollercoaster of emotional and sexual highs. Then your angst hits and it comes crashing down on both of you. She didn't want to see him anymore to save your marriage. You make up and have sex. You think how hot it was that she spent a romantic weekend with him, that she didn't call, ignored your text. You wish you didn't lash out at her.
Alone you masturbate. You think about that pain she caused you. About her with him telling him she loves him like a thousand times. You are eager for her to do it again. You don't want her to leave him to save your marriage. She does do it again. They see each other to talk about what happend between you and her. They can't resist and make love. Only this time she doesn't tell you. You snoop and find out though and it feels like she cheated on you. Again the angst hits like a car hitting you head on, or someone reaching into your body and pulling your heart out.
You tell her you know. You forgive her though. Encouraging her to keep seeing him.
One day you go on a website. A website you never thought you would be on. There are so many choices. Micro, short, small sized cages. Rings that hold it into place. You do it. You order a micro chastity cage for your tiny little sissy dick. So you can lock it up.
It feels so arousing when it arrives. You try it on. It feels tight around your balls and restricting around your dick. But you like it. You wear it all day and it reminds you, you are a cuckold, a sissy. It feels submissive, it feels right. You want your wife to openly cuckold you. Even cheat on you if she wants. Your dick swells but it can't get hard. A feeling that is hard to describe, blood is flowing to your dick. It is a warm pleasure a feeling of humiliation and arousal. You show your wife and she laughs. "It is so cute, you really are tiny." Her words should humiliate you but they arouse you too. So much so you make sure you tell her it is a micro cage. It helps, she spends the night with him and you feel the pleasure and pain of the cage all night. Like she is giving you a gift, being at another mans house and making love. The cycle goes on and on. She takes it off. You slip inside her, then you unintentionally slip out and she laughs. "Your little dick isn't made to stay inside me, that is what my boyfriends cock is for." Again you should feel humiliated but it gets you harder. You rub your dick on her pussy and cum so fucking hard your toes curl. You both want it but you can't admit it as fact, not fantasy. You want to be pussy free and she doesn't want your dick in her pussy anymore. She fantasizes and masturbates about having sex with other men, she craves and desires sex with her boyfriend when she cums on her vibrator.
You fantasize about and masturbate thinking about her getting fucked like a slut by other men. you crave for her to see her boyfriend again and make love to him so you can be and feel like the sissy cuckold you are. You want to accept it. You understand she might leave you, you don't want her too but it is an arousing thought. A fantasy you don't want to come true but accept that it might. Her leaving you for another man she loves. You are now being emotionally cuckolded. Uncertainty is part of life. It is time. To lock it up, time for permanent chastity. Time for her pussy only to be for other men.
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