The Switch Ch. 01

It's been 6 weeks... 6 weeks since I've been allowed to touch my cock. 6 weeks since I've gotten hard. Something has changed with Summer (my wife) over the last few weeks. Her attitude towards me seems different. I can't quite pinpoint what it is, but I can feel a shift. Sure, I've gone 2-3 weeks at a time with the cage on. She usually has me lock it on when I travel for work, or when she's about to get her period. She's never in the mood for sex right before then, and I stayed locked until she's done and horny for dick again. We've been playing this game off and on for years now. Sometimes it's every month. Sometimes we'll go a couple months without the cage making an appearance. But like I said...this time is different.

There are just a few simple rules for this game we play. But whether I'm locked or not, she's still in control.

I'm not allowed to jerk off...ever. The only exception is when she instructs me to. Sometimes she does this just for her amusement, making me jerk off in humiliating ways. Other times, she has me jerk off right after she allows me to take the cage off. After a week or two, my cock is so sensitive and I cum really quickly. She'll tell me to make myself cum so I can fuck her as long as she needs. The last time I was allowed to jerk off was 3 months ago. I had been in the cage for 2 weeks. She told me to unlock myself, plug my ass, suction her large dildo to the ground, get on my knees and make myself cum on her fake cock. It took me less than a minute to shoot my huge pent-up load all over the dildo and the floor around it. When I finished I looked up at her and with just a quick glance, I knew what to do. I bent down on hands and knees and licked my cum off her cock and the floor, making sure to get every last drop, before she told me to go clean myself up. Which leads to rule #2...

I'm to automatically lick up my cum, without hesitation and without being told. At first this was incredibly difficult. As much as it turns me on thinking about it before I cum, it immediately seems gross after. Even when we have sex, I'll typically pull out and cum on her stomach and chest. Licking it up is Summer's way of putting me right back in a submissive place after I've been allowed to fuck her. I've licked my cum out of my hand, off the bathroom floor, off a full length mirror, out of her pussy, even out of her ass. One of her favorite things is to give me her vibrator while I'm caged and make myself cum on the floor before I lick it up, leaving me locked up afterwards.

Her last rule is simple. I am not to mention my dick. She decides when it's caged or not. She decides when I cum or not. She decides when we fuck or not. "My dick" is essentially "her dick," and I don't have a say. In the early years of this game, I would admit that my questions, expectations and demands for playing were irritating. When am I going to be locked again? How long do I have to stay in the cage? Can I cum today? It was too much. Now I just wait patiently. She's not into all of that bullshit of edging, teasing, counting days, rolling dice, unlocking, locking, etc. This is about what she wants and what I can give her. When she wants me to lick her pussy, I do it happily. When she wants the house cleaned, I do it happily. When she goes out with girlfriends, leaving me with the kids, I do it happily. I don't obey her because of what I'll get out of it. I do it because she controls me, and I like it like that.

The first week of being caged is always a little dull. I've usually cum just before then, so I'm not that horny, and the tightness of the cage makes it a little uncomfortable to sleep. After so long playing with chastity, I've found that smaller and smaller cages are much more comfortable. The one I wear now reduces my good sized 7 inch cock down to less than 2 inches. It's little more than a nub. My wife sometimes makes fun of me for having a "clit" when she allows me to cum in my cage.

The second week is when chastity gets interesting. I start to have an anxious burning feeling in my stomach. I become hyper-sexual, noticing every move she makes. Every time she gets dressed, bends over or touches her hair feels like foreplay to me. I slowly drip in my cage just watching her move around the house. When I'm at the grocery store or at work, I also pay attention to other women in a way that I never would otherwise. Fit, skinny or fat, I appreciate them more. I wonder if they like to be in control. I think about what they might have me do if I served them. I wonder what their pussy might taste like. But while I fantasize, it just reminds me again that my cock is unusable locked in its cage.

Week 3 brings out the worst in me. My brain is telling me I might not cum again. Some of the time it feels like the desire goes away. Other times I go down the rabbit hole of sexual kinks that I would normally never consider. I think about getting fucked in the ass by someone (girl or guy). I think about being forced to suck a dick. I think about living full time as a sex slave. I wonder if my wife and I would both be slaves, serving someone else's desires, with me being the slave with the least privileges, most restrictions, and forced to do the most humiliating acts.

But it's week 6 now...this is a new level of chastity that I'm trying to figure out. I don't dare ask my wife what's going on, when or if it will end. I just continue to serve and be patient. We've still been having "sex" though. By that I mean I've gone down on her several times, making her cum. She's been especially into getting head lately. And 3 weeks ago she told me I could fuck myself with her dildo for some relief. I cleaned myself out, suctioned the dildo to the floor, and rode it hard without touching my cage, milking my cum out onto the floor, before licking it up. I learned I could cum from anal after 2-3 weeks in the cage a few months back. I told my wife, and I could tell she was excited to see it.

Clearly something has changed with Summer though. Her happy hours with friends have become more regular. She's dressing better. Doing her hair and makeup more often. And she's been much more demanding and assertive towards me. 2 weeks ago she took the kids to spend the night with family. She left a list of instructions. It read: "I expect the entire house to be spotless when I return this afternoon. The bathrooms/showers must be perfect. You are not to watch TV or look at your phone. You will change into the outfit on the dresser. When you are finished I expect you to be waiting by the front door on your knees."

On the dresser there was a jeweled butt plug, a white lace thong w/ matching bra, a black leather collar and a red ball gag.

She pulled into the driveway just after 4. I could see her through the front window from where I was kneeling. I felt confident in my cleaning, but I couldn't help being nervous that it might not meet her approval. At the same time, I was hoping she'd find something to punish me for. She had clearly stepped up her dominance, so I wondered if she already had a punishment in mind. To my surprise, she opened the door barely looking at me, gave me a nonchalant "Hi dear," patted my head and walked into the bedroom.

I was totally confused. I was a complete mess, dripping pre-cum through my panties and drooling down my chest from the ball-gag. I had been waiting on my knees for more than an hour, and was hoping for a theatrical finish to this whole ordeal. As I had been waiting, I kept imagining all the ways she might punish me. Bondage. Fucking me with a strap-on. Maybe she'd even let me cum in some humiliating new way. I'd even take getting whipped with her crop at this point. After 6 weeks, any punishment would have been welcomed as some kind of sexual release. Instead, I got nothing.

After a few minutes wondering what was happening, I heard her call for me. "Dear, make me a cocktail. Vodka and soda, and bring it in here." I went to the kitchen to fix her drink, and brought it to the master bathroom. She was straightening her hair, which also came as a surprise, as I thought we were having a date night at home. It was our first night without our kids in more than 2 months. I expected this was all a lead-up to an amazing night of sex. As I handed her drink to her, she said, "The girls and I got a hotel downtown tonight. I'm leaving in 45min. I hope you don't miss me too much." She gave me a quick little smile. The first time she looked me in the eye since she got home.

I immediately felt anger. I would have objected, even if it meant some kind of punishment, or even longer in the cage. But the ball gag in my mouth prevented me from saying a word. I just nodded. She finished her hair, makeup, and moved to the closet to get dressed. She took off her clothes. As she did, my dick strained in its cage. She's always looked great, and worked hard to lose the weight after having our two kids. But she looks even more incredible now. She's clearly been working out with a renewed purpose over the last 2-3 months. She put on my favorite underwear of hers. Something she hasn't worn for me in months. A black strappy thong, that just barely covers her shaved pussy, but hints at bondage, and a similar sheer black bra, where the color of her nipples is just barely visible. She picked out a black dress I hadn't seen before. It left little to the imagination. She finally stepped into her heels. I couldn't help but wonder where she and her friends were going. I admit I was suspicious, but also incredibly turned on thinking she looked this gorgeous, and it wasn't for me.

She finished the last sip of her drink. Looking at me smiling, she held up her phone, took a picture of me and said, "Take off that ridiculous outfit. You look pathetic. I'm gonna show this to my friend though. He'll think it's hilarious. Oh, and no drinking for you tonight. See you in the morning love." She walked out the door, got in her car, and drove off. My head was spinning..."he" will think this is hilarious...what the fuck?