Being Cuckolded #24 Needing Permission
Once a week my wife lets me out of my cage, purely to wash without hindrance. I wash through the cage too but it's best to make sure there are no bits missed every so often.
It's usually a Sunday evening, my missus rattles the keys and I go run a bath. She sits with me the whole time, making sure I don't try to play. The objective is to be clean, she keeps me honest.
This particular time was the evening after our weekend away. We arrived home earlier after a long drive, I was still very frustrated I hadn't been able to play with my wife for the weekend. My missus would tell you I'm always frustrated but that's another story.
I had just finished washing and was getting out of the bath, when my wife went to place my cage back on.
"Wait a minute" I said.
My wife looked up at me "hmm?"
"Can I...can I cum please?"
My wife frowned. "I don't know, can you?"
"I'd like to try please."
"Ok...how long?"
"er... fifteen minutes?"
"No, try again."
".....ten?"
"I'll give you seven"
"that's not very.." She cut me off pressing a button on her phone.
"Time's started."
"Oh...ok, can I go into the bedroom?"
"No stand here and do it."
"Not sure I can do it with you watching, puts me off when you giggle."
"Too bad, you have five minutes" She said, staring at me, a tiny smirk on her lips.
"Oh right..."
She sighed, distracting me again.
"What?"
"Was just thinking, such a shame how little you are now. sad to see you flopping about masturbating with only two fingers."
"oh.."
"3 minutes."
I was trying, but it wasn't really working. A mild tingle perhaps, a forgotten memory of how it used to feel. The distraction of my wife sat there spectating, the already huge pressure of being impotent, and the rather unforgiving standing position were destroying what little arousal I had left.
"Two..." my wife looked up at me and winked. rolling the cage in her hands.
I was busy trying to do my thing, trying not to be distracted.
She started rubbing the calf of her left leg. "You know I think I pulled a muscle cumming on that big black cock last night"
Ok that made me laugh, it was a hurtful frustrated laugh but still, her teasing proved too much. I leaned back against the bathroom wall defeated. "Bitch! I said as I chuckled".
"Oh you love it!" she snorted at me glancing down at her phone again. "time's up".
There was a delightful glee in her eyes as she clamped the cage back on my penis. The horrible snap of the padlock put me back in my cold, steel prison.
It's a sad fact that the only reason my wife gets down her knees for me now is to better see how the cage fits on for locking it. Standing back up she cupped my balls and kissed me softly.
It was a long, deep kiss, her lips teased and brushed around mine. As they finally met with mine she let out the sexiest moan, her finger nails scratching over my swollen testicles.
"Maybe I'll let you try again one day."
It's usually a Sunday evening, my missus rattles the keys and I go run a bath. She sits with me the whole time, making sure I don't try to play. The objective is to be clean, she keeps me honest.
This particular time was the evening after our weekend away. We arrived home earlier after a long drive, I was still very frustrated I hadn't been able to play with my wife for the weekend. My missus would tell you I'm always frustrated but that's another story.
I had just finished washing and was getting out of the bath, when my wife went to place my cage back on.
"Wait a minute" I said.
My wife looked up at me "hmm?"
"Can I...can I cum please?"
My wife frowned. "I don't know, can you?"
"I'd like to try please."
"Ok...how long?"
"er... fifteen minutes?"
"No, try again."
".....ten?"
"I'll give you seven"
"that's not very.." She cut me off pressing a button on her phone.
"Time's started."
"Oh...ok, can I go into the bedroom?"
"No stand here and do it."
"Not sure I can do it with you watching, puts me off when you giggle."
"Too bad, you have five minutes" She said, staring at me, a tiny smirk on her lips.
"Oh right..."
She sighed, distracting me again.
"What?"
"Was just thinking, such a shame how little you are now. sad to see you flopping about masturbating with only two fingers."
"oh.."
"3 minutes."
I was trying, but it wasn't really working. A mild tingle perhaps, a forgotten memory of how it used to feel. The distraction of my wife sat there spectating, the already huge pressure of being impotent, and the rather unforgiving standing position were destroying what little arousal I had left.
"Two..." my wife looked up at me and winked. rolling the cage in her hands.
I was busy trying to do my thing, trying not to be distracted.
She started rubbing the calf of her left leg. "You know I think I pulled a muscle cumming on that big black cock last night"
Ok that made me laugh, it was a hurtful frustrated laugh but still, her teasing proved too much. I leaned back against the bathroom wall defeated. "Bitch! I said as I chuckled".
"Oh you love it!" she snorted at me glancing down at her phone again. "time's up".
There was a delightful glee in her eyes as she clamped the cage back on my penis. The horrible snap of the padlock put me back in my cold, steel prison.
It's a sad fact that the only reason my wife gets down her knees for me now is to better see how the cage fits on for locking it. Standing back up she cupped my balls and kissed me softly.
It was a long, deep kiss, her lips teased and brushed around mine. As they finally met with mine she let out the sexiest moan, her finger nails scratching over my swollen testicles.
"Maybe I'll let you try again one day."
11 年 前
