We had began celebrating longer times in chastity each time I went in. I learned a lot about how to perform oral with her and what she liked when I went down on her. We both loved using toys on her and it kept her sex drive satisfied without me being a limiting factor.
One year we decided to do Locktober, when it first became popularized. My birthday is in this month, and i had already spent two weeks in the cage at this point. The day fell on a Friday, and she had some special plans for me that required me to take a day off of work. I woke that morning to her kissing my chest slowly and sensually, getting me hard in the cage immediately. She slept in a baggy t shirt and guided my hand under her shirt and to her breasts so I could feel as she kissed all over me. She worked that day, and was leaving the house by 1030, so she took her time. After almost orgasming in the cage, she let me feel how wet she had gotten and guided my head between her legs to get her off before the start of the day.
After she had finished with me, she laid in bed and I rose, beginning to make her breakfast, since I had already had mine. I cooked in my normal sleep attire, which was a slinky satin nighty with matching panties, coupled with an apron. She entered the kitchen and sat down, I had prepared her plate for her and she lifted her foot for me to rub while she ate. Once she was done, she went to the bathroom to begin getting ready for the day. She had told me to expect company over as part of my birthday surprise soon after she had left.
She called me into the bathroom while she was getting ready, and I found her leaning over the sink doing her mascara, no bottoms on, just a shirt. She pointed to the ground behind her, and I found my place on my knees on the ground behind her. As she bent forward, she grabbed my head and forced it into her ass. As I ate her ass while she was getting ready, she talked sweetly to me, reminding me how special this day was to both of us, and how much of a treat I was in for tonight. I ate her ass for 15 minutes and she talked to me the entire time, in between my moans of pleasure she would make eye contact with me through the mirror and we exchanged loving gazes to each other.
She had finished with my services and gone into our bedroom to finish getting ready, and I returned to the kitchen to clean up. She had told me not to eat today, that I would be full tonight as a special birthday surprise. She was finally putting her shoes on when there was a knock at the door. The visitor was early and I met them at the door.
The visitor was a mutual friend of her, with a case in her hand. We excitedly greeted each other and I invited her inside. My wife had scheduled an in home manicure for me as part of a pampering session she had planned. I’d never had one before, and this one included a hand massage along with temples, sugar scrub, and an eye mask. My wife had disappeared in the bedroom for a while before she reappeared as I was sitting down at the table with the manicurist. She came over to me and kissed me goodbye, and she would be in touch. She left and I gushed about her to the friend working on my nails. I had noticed she had a set of acrylic French tips set out along with a file and glue. I inquired about it, and she said they were for me, my wife had explained to her that she wanted me to have a set of professional French tips done. I didn’t know what to say, and was embarrassed because I didn’t know she had decided to let her know about this between us. I succumbed to the pressure, and she began fitting me for the nails. Reality set in once my hands were under the curing light, and our friend was saying how brave it was that a man was getting falsies. I sheepishly agreed and played along, never having this experience before and asking her how they were removed. She said she could take them off for me whenever the set started to wear, but before then it would be difficult.
A shock hit me like I hadn’t thought before, I realized I was trapped with these nails for a lot longer than I’d planned. I felt myself shrink in my cage with anxiousness, I now only filled less than half of the tube that held my drive in place these last two weeks. My phone had gone off several times during this, but I hadn’t checked as my hands were occupied. The friend checked her phone, and said my wife had text her to tell me to check the bedroom for my next surprise. She had told me she was excited at what my wife had cooked up as my next surprise, but had another appointment at her salon so she had to leave before she could see what the next part was. She soon left, and we hugged as she exited the front door. I locked the door behind her and eagerly went to the bedroom to see what was waiting for me. To my surprise, a baby blue maids uniform was hanging up, complete with petticoats and a pair of stocking and pumps were laid out for me. My wife’s text read “Hey love! I set out your attire for the day, go ahead and get ‘maid’ up and ready for me, and start in on getting the house spotless for your birthday party tonight! I expect you cleaning by noon, send me a pic to confirm. Love ya bunches 😘”
My cage had began to get tight once again, as I knew I was going to have to hurry to meet the deadline. I showered and shaved as fast as was possible with my new nails and began doing my foundation so it would have time to dry. As I had my bra and panties on, I started putting on my stockings and heels before I began to put on the rest of my face. I had gone with smoky brown for my eyes and to go with the dress, the brown and blue combo had worked well for me before. I had gotten the last of my mascara on before I hurried to the bedroom to put on my uniform for the day. I noticed she had included a small heart shaped padlock under the petticoats on the bed, and as soon as I had the dress zipped and fluffed, I snapped the lock shut. It was 11:50 and I got out my rubber gloves to start cleaning the kitchen.
I sent off a selfie of myself in the kitchen, cleaning rag in hand and within thirty seconds she had replied “Good girl! Now send me a pic of the closed lock please.” I obliged and soon after got a pic of her necklace, containing three keys, one for my cage, one for my dress and another I didn’t recognize. I knew better than to ask, so I began cleaning as fast as I could, getting every chore taken care of, including ironing her panties like she liked them. I had contact with her throughout the day, when she told me to expect a delivery sometime that day with one of my presents. I was vacuuming and hardly heard the doorbell, and then the knocks that followed. I waited for sometime, but the courier didn’t leave. I walked to the door, and said I wasn’t dressed, just leave the package there. The driver answered me that they needed a signature.
My heart sank. I couldn’t answer the door in uniform, it was locked on me, and they couldn’t leave without the signature. It was at this time my phone rang, it was my wife. She calmly explained to me that regardless of my attire, I needed to open the door and face the driver to sign for my gift, in my chosen for me woman’s name, Sara. She was going to be checking the confirmation I did this. She also told me to open it and get it set up as soon as I could. It took sometime, but I mustered up the courage to open the door, my head lowered at my obvious contrition. The driver took one look at me head to toe and handed the slip to me wordlessly, her eyes hiding a smirk. I knew this was going to be told by the driver over and over again to all her friends. I signed my name and she handed over a heavy box, bid me farewell ma’am, and left the porch. I had tears in my eyes as I closed the door from the rush.
I opened the package to reveal a full sized cage, three feet by four feet, made of heavy steel bars. My wife text me again. “Get your present set up at the foot of the bed, check the guest bathroom for the rest.” I soon finished the assembly and moved my new prison to the bedroom and went to the other bathroom to find the rest of the gift. It was a full sized satin bed, perfect for the cage, a padlock, and a sheet.
My next text read “Give yourself some relax time, but by five I want a pic of you, in the cage, locked with the sheet covering it. Happy birthday my love”
Time flew by, my nails were hindersome at first, but I soon got used to them. The time had come, it was time to get into my cage and send off the picture. I laid my new bed in the cage and soon found myself curled up and as comfy as possible in my new arrangement. The sheet kept me from seeing the rest of the room and I was confined to the inside of the cage. My wife normally got home around 6, but by 7 she had not yet arrived. It was dark and I laid in the cage hoping she was coming back to let me out. I wondered what kind of plans she had for me.
At 7:30 I heard the door open. I heard the familiar sound of a purse hitting the counter, soon followed by steps. She was coming into the bedroom. I greeted her as she entered, but I couldn’t see her. She didn’t respond to my greetings, and ignored me as I asked her how her day was. She then left the bedroom and closed the door and turned off the light behind her. I was left in the dark again as I heard her in the rest of the house going about her business as usual. She continued to ignore me for the evening, watching tv for a bit and eating dinner while I stayed in my cage.
I heard her enter the room and gather some things from the drawers and closet before she quickly left again, and I heard the shower turn on. She was gone for quite a while until she suddenly appeared while pulling the sheet away from the cage. She was stunning. She wore a black lingerie set, complete with stocking and heels, similar to mine only black. My cage instantly became tight. She bent down with her necklace, and pulled the third mystery key out and unlocked the cages padlock. I waited on her instructions to exit and she held up the strap on with her favorite dildo attached. She handed it to me, came close to my ear while I was kneeling before her and whispered “Fuck me like your freedom depends on it.”
I had spent hours locked in a cage, and was eager to be inside her, with whatever means I could get. We passionately began kissing and soon found ourselves on the bed. We started in missionary and soon used every position, switching only when she had orgasmed. I had to hold my dress out of the way when in doggy style and could feel her clit hitting my cage repeatedly. I found myself on edge of cumming, so close I had to stop twice for fear of exploding in my cage.
We had birthday sex for almost an hour before she laid on the bed, nearly exhausted. I knelt before her, and she looked at me and said “Your turn, but first clean me up and clean it off”. I ate her out until she orgasmed again, stopping only so she could swap out with me on the strap on, and then went to work sucking the dildo. Once I had sucked for a few minutes, she took my head and pulled me up to her. I took my turn on her strap, sliding my panties to the side with her using her vibrator on her clit as I rode the dildo that was just used the fuck her. She came twice more like this and I leaked until my panties were soaked. I was ready to actually be inside her, to stop this locktober experiment and feel her once again.
Then, suddenly, she said “That’s it. Get off and kneel on the floor.” I raised myself off of her and obeyed her command, taking my place on the floor next to the bed. She ordered me to clean myself up, which I did, promptly. After a change of panties because my others were wet with precum, she kissed me passionately and felt of my cage once again. She fumbled for her necklace, and then back to my cage again. She tried to fit the key into the lock to no avail, then the other key. I noticed she had only two keys on her necklace now, and the third to my cage was missing. “Uh oh, I think I left the key to your cage at work. Guess that’s it for the night.” She gave me a wink and pointed to the cage I had just been let out of.
I sheepishly crawled back into my new bed behind bars and looked at her through the metal. She knelt beside me and through my cage door. “Happy Birthday my love, I hope it was a good party”.
Click. The door was shut, the lock closed around it. The satin cover sheet placed over the top signaled it was my bedtime, as she turned off the lamp and settled into bed by herself, with me curled up on my satin bed.
