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Tom Allen
Tom Allen
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She watched me squeeze my cock into the metal cage and close the stainless steel ring around my balls. I installed the lock, but she clicked it shut herself, something that she rarely does. "Just wanted to make sure," she said, giving me a little kiss as she tugged the lock. Then she was off to the shower, and I got dressed and went off to work.

Week 7: There soon developed a routine.

Over the next few weeks, life was pretty uneventful – for me, anyway. About two or three times a week my wife would get a nice massage or foot rub or back rub at bedtime, and would roll over to sleep, leaving me frustrated with desire. About once or twice during the week she would have me lick her or rub her, which left me even more frustrated. Sometimes she would awaken early and have me rub her, my fingers massaging her wet pussy, giving her a nice little orgasm. She would give a quick stroke to my cock, swollen and purple inside my cage. Then she'd go back to sleep for an hour while I got ready for work. Other times she would take a quick shower right before bed, my signal that I would be expected to eat her until she was ready to go to sleep. This could take five minutes, or almost an hour. Once she straddled my face, grinding her pussy onto my mouth so hard that I almost couldn't breath. The whole time that I ate her, she squeezed my balls, already sore and swollen. She tried to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue, but the bars on the cage were too close together. These sessions always ended with her going to sleep, and me lying wide awake for another hour with an ache deep in my groin.

During the course of the week, I'd find myself hugging her, brushing up against her, fondling her, copping a quick feel – anything to arouse her enough to let me out. Ironically, I couldn't get enough of feeling her, but the more I felt, the crazier it made me. My wife knew this, of course, and although the amount of sexual contact we had never increased, the amount of sexual tension certainly did. Wanting her was constantly on my mind. Sometimes she would take off her shirt in the night, and I would awake lying next to her smooth skin. It seemed like everything she did was meant to make me want her all the more.

Week 9: It didn't take long before the arrangement started to seem normal.

After the first few weeks, I noticed that despite how it seemed, we really didn't have any more or less sex than usual. Well, I certainly didn't have any more, but without the luxury of taking matters into my own hands, so to speak, the week-long period seemed ten times as long. She, on the other hand, never seemed to want me enough to unlock me more than once a week or so. Of course, at first, she had me making her come a few times a week, so she was just fine with the arrangement. As the weeks went on, though, my enforced chastity seemed to lose the novelty. Not enough for her to unlock me and end the game, but enough so that she sometimes didn't even want me to make her come all week. I gently suggested that she remove my cage so that we could take a break for a few weeks, but she told me that she'd then have to worry about me touching myself all the time, and besides, she liked for me to always a little on edge for her.

I noticed that the whenever I was re-locked after coming, I would be very excited for the first day. Then I would slowly settle down and spend the next few days perversely enjoying the sexual tension. If confined more than a week, though, I became too horny to enjoy it, and could only think about my next release. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to matter to my wife. She put off my attentions by reminding me that the chastity cage was my idea in the first place, and that it wasn't her fault if she ended up getting more benefit from it than I did. I tried to reason with her by suggesting that more frequent "time off" for me would be better for her, since I wouldn't be so crazed with desire and would be able to last a lot longer for her. After a few weeks, though, she just shrugged and told me that she was able to "make do", and that I should stop pestering her.

One week I wasn't able to stay home on her day off. We were both disappointed, but she didn't make a big deal of it. I, on the other hand, was frantic. That night in bed, she kissed me, and pushed my head down to her pussy. "Lick me," she commanded, "I've been waiting all day for this." She crossed her legs over my shoulders and stretched back. I held her hips as I flicked my tongue lightly over her lips and clitoris. She lifted her hips a bit as she came, and I slowed my licking, so she could catch her breath.

"Mmm, are you ready to fuck me, now?" she asked breathily.

"Of course I am, I've been waiting all day for this, too, you know." I rolled over to allow her to unlock me. "Where's the key?"

"Oh no, you had your chance this morning," she admonished, "You'll just have to fuck me with the dildo and eat me at the same time. You know, the way I like it now."

"But... but..." I stammered, "It wasn't my fault about work!"

She shrugged and reached for dong in the dresser drawer. Acting as if she hadn't heard me, she simply handed it to me and pushed my head toward her mound. "You're supposed to be ready whenever I want some," she explained, "that's supposed to be one of the fringe benefits of our arrangement, isn't it?"

I just moaned in frustration, and went back to licking her lightly.

"Don't worry," she said, "I'll give you some later."

"Oh? Later tonight?" I asked hopefully. By this time I was teasing her with the head of the dildo.

She stiffened, "Uh unh, not tonight," she replied in a distracted voice, "I meant later, on my next day off."

Only her legs around my shoulders kept me from jumping up. "What?! But that's next week! That's not fair!"

Seemingly taking no notice, she reached down to guide my head again to her mound. "I know, it's not fair that I should have to wait to get your cock inside me, but I'll have to make do." she stiffened under my tongue, and I resumed fucking her with the dildo, Oooh, fuck me nice, like that.... Mmmmm." She was obviously beyond understanding, so I ate her that way until she came a few more times. Pushing my head away, she settled back with a sigh. "Hurry, clean up and come hold me, I'm sleepy now." Completely oblivious to my aching, swollen cock, she soon fell asleep in my arms. I, however, spent the night silently moaning in frustration.

The next morning, I again complained that it had been a week for me, and that it was unfair to make me wait until the next day off, especially when she had gotten some the night before. She countered with saying that it was unfair to her, as well, since she still enjoyed my nice cock, but being tired at night, it didn't seem worth it to go through the trouble of unlocking me, moving into all those different positions, cleaning up afterward, and then locking me up again. In fact, she continued, since it was my fault that she had to do without, it was only fair that I had to do without. Besides, her next day off would be here before I knew it.

Week 11: This was a decidedly bad turn of events.

During the rest of the week, she made sure that I did something for her every single night. I was sure it was her way of reminding me that she had to do without, although I kept reminding her that she seemed to get a lot more pleasure out of "doing without" than I did. She kept reminding me that this whole arrangement was my idea to begin with, and the least I could do was to accept my birthday present with a smile. In the meantime, she would have to force herself to have weekly pedicures, back rubs, massages, and a few sessions taking pleasure from my tongue.

Finally, her day off came. I was almost frantic from more than two weeks without coming. We both jumped into the shower, and I gladly washed her back by soaping my hairy chest and rubbing against her back. She was soon ready to get out, but I told her that I needed to stay in a bit longer. I was afraid of coming too fast, and I needed some time to settle down. It was only then that I realized that she had not given me the key before my shower.

The shower helped to ease the soreness in my groin, and I walked to the bedroom. To my surprise, I saw her already in bed, eyes closed and smiling broadly. A glance further down told me she was fucking herself with the dildo. I watched her hand moving it in and out; it was as if she wasn't even aware that I was staring at her. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the rubber dong, but kept staring as she slowly brought herself to orgasm. She opened her eyes, not surprised to see me there. I climbed into bed and held her. Sensing what I was about to ask, she put her finger over my lips. I rolled on top of her, kissing her hungrily, my hands touching, groping everywhere. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers and felt her slippery and warm. As usual, she pushed my head down to her mound. Handing me the dildo, she leaned back again to have me lick her expertly while I pressed the dildo inside of her. She was very excited, and began to moan loudly. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled hard, I had to pull back in order to catch my breath. Within moments she tightened her legs around me and squeezed. She came strongly, and almost immediately came again. I kept licking until I could feel her spasms subside. Almost a minute later she sank back into the mattress, seemingly spent.

"What the hell was that?" I asked her.

She just shook her head, " Mmm, I don't know, I was just feeling horny, I guess." She reached down to feel me. I jumped. "I'll bet I know what you want," she murmured. "I hope that you've learned your lesson about being ready for me when I want you. I don't want you to disappoint me like that again."

I shook my head, but before I could mention that I was still locked up she pulled me on top of her. "Come on," she said, "I'm really wet. Put it in me. I want to feel it."

Remembering the last time we had done this, I started to pull back. "No," I said, "I don't want to come like that! I want a good one. Please, unlock me! Please?"

She just chuckled. "I just want to make sure that you learned your lesson. After all, it's you're your fault that I had to go without your nice cock last week. You didn't think you'd get away without some punishment, did you?"

"But it's not good this way," I complained.

"It's good for me," she replied, and besides, it's all you're going to get this time. Now, do you want to come or don't you?"

I did of course. I gently pushed myself into her, gasping as her warm pussy closed over the head of my cock that had swelled out of the cage. Now I really was frantic. I wanted to come so badly, since it had been over two weeks. But I wanted to make it last longer, since it would probably be another week before I'd get the chance. But no matter how long it lasted, I couldn't have a real orgasm while still locked up. The cage kept me from the deep muscle spasms that make it so satisfying.

"What's the matter," asked my wife, "I thought you would be happy to come after waiting so long." She paused, "but if you want, we could always wait until the next time..."

Groaning with frustration, I pushed as deeply into her as the cage allowed. I barely noticed her stiffening with her own orgasm as mine built so quickly. I moved back and forth a few times and felt a huge contraction start in the root of my cock. As I heard her come, my own spasms started and I suddenly felt my seed just trickling out. No wave of pleasure, no firm contraction from my groin, just a few small spurts and my come merely spilled out of me. I collapsed on top of her and literally sobbed in frustration.

"Didn't last very long that time, did you?" she asked. She held me for a moment and said, "So, maybe I shouldn't have let you come if you weren't going to enjoy it. On the other hand, now you'll remember how our arrangement works. Am I right?"

I nodded, too frustrated to argue. Feeling used, I allowed her to push my head down to her pussy so she could be satisfied.

"Remember," she reminded me again, "you should always be ready to give me some when I want it." Soon, she lay back in the bed, enjoying her orgasms, and ignoring me.

Week 14: I became somewhat resigned to our arrangement.

The rest of the week passed by without comment. She got her nightly back rub, and I was still horny most of the time, and it was well into our third month since my "birthday present", or our "arrangement" as she sometimes called it. Since her day off came at different times in the week, I might go anywhere from five to nine days. Over a month ago she had stopped unlocking me for night sessions, saying that she preferred to have me inside her when she was awake and rested. Her next day off finally arrived, and I was looking forward to some good, long fucking. I was so excited that I figured I'd be able to come twice. She handed me the key and I hopped into the shower. She kissed me and told me not to take too long, as she was going to have a little surprise for me. The soap lather helped to ease the cage off, and I quickly finished shaving, dried off, and stepped back into the bedroom.

My wife was laying there in a black outfit, holding a pair of leather handcuffs. "Come on down," she teased, " I have a little surprise for you."

Although she has talked about handcuffing me during lovemaking, she hasn't actually done it since before we were married. I lied on the bed, and she climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply. "You've been such a good boy that I thought that I'd give you a little treat." She had me roll over and fastened the cuffs securely behind my back. Rolling me onto my back again, she took my cock into her mouth. "Mmm... big, isn't it?"

I couldn't answer, I was too busy enjoying myself. For over three months I had pleasured her in every way imaginable, and my reward was to be kept locked up. Now it looked as if I was going to get some attention for a change. She swung her legs around and settled onto me in a sixty-nine position. I hungrily lapped at her sweet, salty juices, relishing the feel of her soft thighs around my head. She ground her hips down onto my face, almost smothering me, as she came. "No, don't stop," she whispered, and pausing only to take a breath I went back to softly flicking my tongue over her swollen lips. This was one of those nine day periods, and she had rubbed it in by having me give her extended massages almost every night, and a few nights she made me follow up by licking her to a nice, slow orgasm. Not surprisingly, I was ready to come almost immediately. Her own tongue was licking the head of my cock, and I fought hard to keep myself under control. I concentrated on making her come before I could, since without the use of my hands, I was unable to push her away.

She was making herself excited by sucking hard on my cock, drawing all the blood to the already swollen head. My cock soon felt as hard as a steel rod. Thankfully, she paused to let out a moan. Her head dropped to rest on my leg, but her hand tightened around my sore balls as she came loudly. I stopped licking directly on her lips, and kissed and caressed her upper thighs with my own lips and tongue. She lay there for a few moments before getting up.

"Very nice," she complimented me, "we never do it that way anymore."

She swung her leg over my hips and teased my cock with her pussy. I was already gasping from holding back my own climax, and didn't know if I wanted to push it in or wait. Sensing my distress she smiled "Poor honey. You want to come so bad, don't you?"

Eyes closed in concentration, I could only nod.

"You're trying so hard to hold back, maybe I shouldn't let you come at all. Is that what you want?"

My eyes snapped open. "No! No, I want to come, really," I managed to croak out, " I just want it to last a little longer. It's been so long, and I want it to feel good."

"Hmm, so it doesn't feel good other times?" she asked in mock hurt.

"No. Yes. Um, it always feels good... Oooooohhhhhhh..." I moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto my hot shaft.

"Isn't this good?" she asked again, rocking on my hips. She reached back to squeeze my balls. "Mmm, got something in here for me?"

I could only moan. "Please, please, no, yes, oh please..." I lost all sense as a huge, unstoppable climax began to build. I could feel the pressure in my balls, in my cock, and deep inside my groin. I opened my eyes briefly to look longingly at her, and heard myself moaning. Suddenly what seemed like a gallon of hot come pulsed deep into her pussy as my hips pushed up off of the bed. Finally I collapsed, my cock now spent inside her, the pressure in my balls released. I opened my eyes again. "That was incredible," I told her, "I think my throat is dry from moaning so much."

Still smiling down at me, she said, "I didn't give you permission to come. You're so selfish, you couldn't at least wait until I was satisfied? After all, I had to wait more than a week for this, you know." Using her fingers to hold her swollen pussy lips together, she slowly raised herself off my now-soft cock, and moved up to position herself over my mouth. "I think that you need to eat me until I've had enough," she said, holding her dripping pussy over my mouth, "besides, weren't you just saying that you had a dry throat? I'll bet that there's a real lot of juice for you in here."

I don't remember when it happened, but for some weeks now, she had decided that any time that I came in her, that I was to suck out the juices and to clean her with my tongue. She claimed that I was much better than using a towel, and the best part was that she didn't have to get out of bed. Admittedly, I did get some small pleasure from making her come that way. Unfortunately, she sometimes didn't care about coming, and merely used me, which made me feel a little humiliated. It was useless to resist with my hands still handcuffed, so I reluctantly opened my mouth and licked her. I almost gagged on the amount of hot, salty come that dripped from her pussy, but didn't dare stop sucking on her until she had came, shuddering.

"Okay, now it's my turn to relax," she said. She pushed me off the bed, told me to kneel at the edge. She then lay back on some pillows and placed her legs over my shoulders, pulling my head into her still-dripping mound. "Mmm, too bad your hands are still tied, or else you could be fucking me, too." I just mumbled in agreement and slowly pleasured her with my mouth and tongue. In no time she came again, and I rested my head on her thigh.

"If you undo these cuffs, I could rub you, or use the dildo on you, or even give you a little massage," I suggested.

This sounded like a good idea to her, so a few moments later she was stretched out on the bed and I was kissing her deeply, my hand slowly pumping the familiar red dong. I climbed on top of her to give her some body contact, and found myself getting hard again listening to her moans of pleasure. I teased her with the dildo, keeping her right on the edge of coming, and when I could feel myself harden all the way, I slipped between her legs to give her some of the real thing. She responded by arching her hips to meet mine. I angled my hips to push at her pubic bone and she grabbed my hips. She was going to have a nice one, I thought, so I pumped her deeply, making sure that she felt the full length of my shaft inside her. Her hips stiffened and I felt her bite my shoulder hard. I continued my pace, and she came twice more before finally settling down to the bed. I kissed her lightly until she caught her breath.

I motioned her to roll over on her stomach, and entered her from behind.

"Ooh, you never do me this way anymore," she murmured.

"When do I have the chance?" I asked her, pushing my hips deeply. Her pussy was still hot, and soon I felt another orgasm building. I pulled her back onto her side, and entered her roughly. She closed her eyes and gripped my hand tightly. I let her come once, and then I increased my own tempo. The feel of my balls dragging on her warm thighs, and her soft ass pressing into my groin was enough to again send me over the edge. Although not as intense as the first one, I came hard, letting out a short yell. I collapsed on top of her, my legs still shaking.

Tom Allen
Tom Allen
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