Our First Cage Pt. 01

Here is a little fantasy that is closely based on our current situation and has actual potential to come true.

My wife approached me to say that she had set up another date with her boyfriend Derek for the following day and that they'd be getting together at the place where he had been house sitting for a friend less than five minutes from our home. My heart tumbled into my gut and there was an immediate swelling in my pants.

"This time you'll be in your new cage for the entire day and also during my date" she beamed with an evil grin.

She gave my growing hard on a playful tap.

"I might even release you and let you cum when he's done with me."

My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I wondered how I'd be able to handle knowing that she is being enjoyed by another man and not touch my cock. I couldn't help but constantly stroke it the entire day of and during her dates in the past (no cumming, that's for her to decide when, where and how) but this time I would be helplessly straining against the confines of my hard, steel cage.

The next morning before I headed off to work she called me to the bedroom and ordered me to stand before her and drop my pants and underwear as she sat on the edge of our bed. She attempted to place the cage on me but I quickly began to get hard, making it impossible to fit into it.

"Well this isn't going to work!" She laughed.

She placed the cage back in its case and handed it to me.

"You had better have this on before you get to work and I'm going to need a picture of it in place or you will not receive any screenshots of our sexting today. I also won't be sending updates, pictures or videos while I'm with him". She warned sternly. "You definitely won't be allowed to cum anytime soon".

She clasped the silver necklace on which the small key hung behind her neck as I kissed her goodbye.

About half way to work I felt my hard on finally soften and I pulled over in an open parking lot and undid my pants, pulling them down to my knees. I scrambled to get the case open and quickly force my cock I to the cold cage and clasp the ring around my shaft and balls, snapping the tiny padlock shut. I took a quick photo and sent it to my wife. She responded immediately.

"That's a good boy. And don't even think about removing that cage or you'll experience some REAL punishment."

"Yes my love" I responded.

As I approached my work it suddenly dawned on me that the company I work for supplies uniforms and I'd be changing with 8-10 other guys and I'm wearing a steel cage on my cock. I decided to play it cool and face away from everyone as much as possible as I undressed, changing my pants first in hopes that my shirt covered any signs of the chastity device. Much to my relief the cage was barely noticeable under my boxers and I went about my day.

Halfway through the morning the screenshots of my wife and boyfriend's conversation bean to come through.

My brain had become conditioned to relate my phone's notification buzzing to sexual excitement and I immediately begin to get hard. I was alarmed at the pressure created by my cock forcing outwards inside it's cruel prison and started to doubt my ability to make it through the day.

I opened the message to read how he was going on about the things he couldn't wait to do to her. Things that would more than likely actually happen that evening.

My cock throbbed almost painfully and I felt the cage jump with every beat of my elevated pulse.

It was at this point that I usually disappeared into the bathroom stall and edged myself for at least a small amount of relief but not this time.

The screenshots and teasing continued to come through for the rest of the day, driving me absolutely wild, leaving my cock tightly scrunched up with no hope of release and constantly oozing pre cum.

She sent me messages like "I can't wait to feel his thick cock inside me" and "I love the way he can fill me with cum and keep on fucking until he cums again" and they would incite the most intense reactions of lust, jealousy and angst within me.

Finally my shift ended and I sped home to my cuckoldress. I arrived at the house and found her upstairs standing naked in the bedroom where I kissed her passionately, my hands greedily exploring her body. I wanted her so badly.

She reached down and undid my pants, pushing them and my underwear to my ankles and shoved me onto the bed. She looked down, admiring my cage and giggled. It rattled as she shook it playfully.

"Now you're going to help me pick an outfit for Derek to take off of me" she commanded seductively.

We ended up choosing a pair of light blue denim shorts and a soft rose pattern top that displayed her full breasts. No underwear, as usual.

Once she was ready to leave she leaned down and kissed me softly, reaching down to run her soft fingers over my cock. It was a strange sensation to know she was touching me but not actually feel it through the steel walls.

Once she pulled out of the driveway the real challenge began. In as little as 10 minutes she could be naked with her boyfriend inside of her and be back home in an hour or they could go out for the evening and spend the night together, all while I'm home alone locked in chastity. At this point I would normally be jerking off and fantasizing about what was going on but what would usually be a raging hard on was tightly packed away in my cage.

I had been given a check list of chores to take care of while she was out enjoying Derek's long, thick cock which I obediently completed. I was to sweep and mop the floors, do her laundry and do the dishes.

The seconds turned to minutes and the minutes turned to hours as the evening passed and I waited in delicious agony for that first update. I eventually showered and tried to watch some TV but nothing could distract me from the raging lust and curiosity within me. I paced around the quiet, darkening house, occasionally checking the driveway for her vehicle.

Finally my phone buzzed and I gasped, snatching it up from the arm of the couch and quickly opening it. It was my queen. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened the message.

"Hi babe. We went out for a drink and then a long walk on the beach. We made out a few times and I gave him a handjob in that secluded picnic area at the back of the park" the text read.

"No way! That's awesome!"

My cock throbs painfully.

"Did you make him cum?"

"No of course not! That's for later😈" she replied naughtily. "We're about to head back to his place.If you don't hear back from me don't bother waiting up😉".

She knew damn well I wouldn't sleep a wink.

Another hour or so passed and I began to assume that I wouldn't hear from my beautiful wife until the next morning but just then my phone buzzed again and my heart skipped a beat.

Another deep breath.

I opened the message and a photo fills the small screen. It was my wife's gorgeous smile filled with Derek's thick cock. Her beautiful eyes focused on the camera and her lips stretched around his shaft as she grasped him at the base. She had previously described his size with lust and gratification but part of me couldn't help but wonder if she was exaggerating to make the experience more thrilling for me but the proof was right there before my eyes.

Before I could respond to express my excitement another message comes through. My hands began to shake and knees went week so I sat on the couch.

This time the message was a video and my eyes popped wide open. I clicked on it and experienced the longest 3 seconds of my life as it loaded. When it did finally play I was startled and jumped at the sound of my wife crying out, not realizing my phone's volume was so high in the dark, silent room.

The video was dark, illuminated only by what seemed to be the streetlight outside. The phone jerked and swung sporadically but I could make out that Derek was doing her doggy style. Their skin smacked together loudly and she wasn't making the typical moaning sounds that she made when we had sex. The only way to describe the sounds she made were a panicked yelping. Loud cries of intense pleasure in time with Derek's thrusts. The short video ended abruptly and I was once again left in the dark. I gripped my cage and yanked on it sharply, aching for some type of stimulation and relief.

"Wow that is absolutely amazing!!" I messaged but received no reply.

She went dark and I was once again left in sweet torture to imagine what they were doing in that moment.

Another half hour passed as I studied the photo and watched the 6 second video over and over until my phone buzzed out another notification.

"That stupid bitch!!!!" is all that my wife's message read.