Who's Birthday Present?byTako©
It was a few days before my birthday when my wife asked me what I wanted. I just leered (as usual), and she just rolled her eyes (as usual). "Is that all you think about?"
"Well, why not?" I answered, "Always the right size, color and fit. I never return it." We have this conversation every year, and this year we were laying in bed. I snuggled up to her to whisper in her ear.
"Maybe I should give you something different this year. Instead of giving sex, maybe I could, umm, not give you sex." She leaned back into me.
"Mmph. What?" I asked.
"Well, maybe instead of you pestering me, I could, um, lock you up for a few days. Then, if I wanted, I could still have a little entertainment."
I thought for a moment. "Well, I get a lot of 'no sex' now, so, what's in it for me?" I kissed her neck and squeezed a bit.
She reached her hand down to to fondle me. "Just think of how great it will be when I finally let you out," she whispered. "Besides, I thought that you found it exciting to be 'controlled' by me."
I had to admit that I was hooked. "Okay, sounds good to me. For my birthday, please don't give me any sex."
"You got it, baby," she said. "Now, turn out the light, okay?" And settled quickly settled down to sleep, leaving me to stew in my fantasies. Oh well, same as usual.
Thursday night, she took a shower before slipping into bed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I kissed her back, her shoulders, and worked my way around her front. At her urging, I slid on top of her, pressing my warm body against hers. We kissed, and my hard cock soon found her moist mound. Slowly entering her, I felt her stiffen. She stopped kissing me and leaned her head back, eyes closed. She came quickly, and I slowed my thrusts. Pulling out slowly, I slid down her stomach, down her thighs, kissing and nibbling. As I licked and nibbled her, she placed her thighs over my shoulders and pulled my head closer. She came easily. "Another one, don't stop yet", she murmured. A few minutes later she stiffened and settled back. She pulled me back up to her, and again I entered her wet pussy, slowly thrusting in deeply, and pulling back until the tip was just brushing her lips. I teased her for a few minutes until she dug her fingernails into my ass and pulled me closer. Again she came, and finally opened her eyes to look at me. "Mmmm, you're so good to me", she said, satisfied. "Now lay back and rest. I want to ride you."
"Your wish is my command," I smiled.
Quickly we traded places and she lowered herself onto my hard shaft. "Hey, no fair!" I told her I could see that she was already getting ready to come again. She pressed her hips against mine and rode herself to another orgasm.
"That was nice", she said a few moments later. I held her hips steady, trying to hold back.
"What's the matter, don't you want to come yet?" she asked.
"No, not yet. I was on the edge, and now I'm just trying to make it last longer." She leaned over to kiss me, wiggling her hips. It seemed like she was trying to make me come.
"What's the matter, don't you want to come yet?" she asked again. Concentrating, I shook my head.
"You know," she continued," I was thinking about giving you a nice fucking for your birthday. How does that sound?"
Still trying to hold back, I smiled. "Sounds good to me." I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like. Monday evening, as usual, we'd both be tired from work to do anything really kinky. Mentally sighing, I opened my eyes again to look at her body on top of me. Seeing the way she was looking at me made me suddenly imagine something very different: I had an image of her dressed in a leather corset, brandishing a whip. I felt myself going over.
I held her hips to slow her down a bit. I could feel myself on the edge.
"Still trying to hold back," she asked?
"Just another minute, it feels so nice," I replied.
"Well, I want you to come, because I want you to do something for me afterward", she whispered. I arched my eyebrows, "Mmmmm?"
She leaned forward to reach the nightstand. I heard jingling, and when she sat up, she was holding my cock cage, turning it in her fingers.
"After you come, I want you to put this on," she said, "and I'm going lock you up for a while." Despite myself, I felt my orgasm building. I've worn it for her before, but she rarely makes it a request. I love it when she gets dominant. I looked up at her, wondering if she was serious.
She smiled, "You'll wear this, and then maybe I'll give you a nice birthday fucking, okay?" I thought quickly: my birthday was Monday, that meant, what? Until Sunday night? Monday? That meant all weekend I'd be off limits. On the other hand, if she were suggesting it, then maybe there'd be a chance to play a bit. Maybe I could talk her into letting me out on Saturday.
"Umm, all weekend," I asked?
"If you're lucky. Now c'mon," she whispered again, "Come for me. Unless you want me to just stop, and we could cage you now?" I couldn't hold back any longer; moaning loudly I came hard, erupting deeply into her hot pussy.
A few moments later I settled back to the bed. She lay across me, stretching out her legs. "Oooooohh, that was the best one I've had in I don't know how long," I murmured in her ear. Nodding in agreement, she hugged me for a few moments, and then slowly got up to get a towel. She wiped herself off, and then ran the towel over my nowsensitive groin. It tickled, and in reaction, I got up to use the bathroom. I slid into bed, and saw that she was again fondling the cock cage.
"Are you ready?" she asked. Seeing that she was serious, I took it from her, and worked my softening cock into the steel rings and fastened the stainless steel clamp ring around my balls. She handed me the lock, which I placed into the hole in the ring. I pressed the hasp and heard the metallic "click". "There," she said, "now let's get some sleep. I'm tired." Despite the huge orgasm, I felt my cock stirring again. I tried to ignore it, and settled in behind my wife, holding her close. She was soon asleep, and I probably wasn't far behind.
I awoke before the alarm on Friday morning. My cock was straining against the metal cage, my balls felt heavy. The first few days are the worst; I'm aware of the confining rings, and they keep me constantly aroused. I knew that the head of my cock was red and filling the cage, my skin bulging out the sides. I curled up behind my wife's back and tried to comfort myself by pressing my crotch into her warm ass. As usual, it only made things worse. After another fifteen minutes or so, I could tell that I wasn't going to get back to sleep, so I moved my hand between her legs and rubbed her mound softly. A few moments later she moaned sleepily and turned over onto her back to I could have easier access. Soon her breathing quickened, and her hand moved over to caress me. She squeezed my balls gently, and I drew in a breath. I saw a faint smile as she teased my bound cock. Soon my hand had brought her to an orgasm. Her hand, which had brought me only frustration, stopped fondling. "You know," I whispered in her ear, "maybe one more for good measure?" Her eyes still closed, she shook her head.
"I'm still sleepy," she said, "I need to rest a bit more. Why don't you get up and stop bothering me." Taking the hint, I kissed her neck and got out of bed to get ready for work.
Work passed uneventfully. Well, that is, it passed because every so often I was reminded of my caged manhood, and wondered how I was going to make it through the weekend. Seems like whenever I forgot it was there, I'd have to bend or move in a way that made me painfully aware that I was caged. Finally it was time to leave, so I rushed home. I felt myself becoming a bit more affectionate, touching and kissing her, pulling her close. Sometimes she just pushes me away, but tonight she made a point to fondle my pants. "How are we doing in there," she asked, "I've been thinking all day about you." After dinner, she squeezed my crotch hard while I was doing the dishes. At least a dozen times she pushed her ass up against my crotch to tease me. By bedtime, I was becoming very turned on, and let her know it. I slipped into bed after my shower. I wasn't too surprised when she announced that she was going to take a quick shower herself before bed. A few minutes later, she had joined me, and was pressing her naked body against my own. She reached down to fondle me. "Not hard yet? I guess you must not be interested in me tonight. Maybe I should just go to sleep." I pointed out that I was trying to get hard, but it wasn't working all the way. Was there anything I could do to please her? In no time, I was kissing my way down her stomach, down to her warm mound.
She used to enjoy my oral ministrations more when we were dating, but she has mentioned that she prefers to have me give her a nice slow, deep fucking more than anything else. Now, that was impossible, so I did my best to give her a slow, sensuous orgasm with my mouth. I sucked her lips in and teased her clit with my tongue. As usual, she came quickly, enjoying the attention. I gave her a break for a minute, kissing her thighs and stomach, and was about to start kissing her pussy again, when she stopped me. "No, I want you to fuck me now." she whispered.
"Umm, I can't, I mean, unless you want to, um…"
She cut me off, "No, get the toy out of the drawer." Oh, she probably wanted me to use the big rubber dong while I ate her. I pulled it out of the drawer and crawled back down between her legs. I worked it into her slowly as I licked her clit and lips, and soon she was rolling her hips again. I could have made her come quickly, but I teased her with the dong, pulling it back and not pushing it in right away.
"Stop that teasing and make me come, or you'll be sorry," she warned.
"What's the matter?" I asked, "I'm being teased, why can't you?"
Eyes closed, she answered "Because, you're supposed to be giving me as much as I want, that's why." She kept her eyes closed while I continued to eat and fuck her. Finally she stiffened and grabbed my hair, a sign that she was having a particularly good one. She yanked my head into her, a little harder than usual as I continued to massage her clit with my tongue. Finally she sighed and settled back down to the mattress. I stopped licking and pulled out the dong. It glistened with her juice. She saw me staring at it. "Lick it clean," she ordered. Winking at her, I licked her juice off as if it were an ice cream cone.
I was so swollen that I was actually sore, but she still was in the mood to play.
"You know what we haven't tried in a while?" she asked me, "The harness for that thing."
"Seriously?" I asked.
She nodded, "Yes, hurry up and put it on." I opened the drawer again and pulled out the mass of nylon straps that were the strap-on dildo harness. I quickly slid the dong into the hole and pulled the harness over my hips. I had to make it sit a bit high, since my swollen cock was in the way. A few moments later I was poised between her legs. It's the strangest feeling to be "fucking", yet not feeling anything.
"Oooh, it's cold," she said at first. I tried to get a rhythm going, in, out, in, out. The head of my cock, bulging out of the cage kept grazing her ass. "Oh, that's nice," she exclaimed, "I can feel two cocks. Mmmm." By now I was moaning in frustration, panting, shaking from lack of release. My wife, on the other hand, was panting and shaking from yet another orgasm. As usual, she came quickly, so I slowed my rhythm so that I pulled the head almost all the way out, and then slowly back in. It was difficult, since I couldn't actually feel what I was doing, but her hips began to meet mine.
"Are you ready to come yet?" she asked me, teasingly. I swore at her and continued to move against her, gently slapping my cage against her ass. I saw her bite her lip, and a few moments later she grabbed my ass with her nails and held firmly. She pulled me close to her as she came. I slowed my thrusting. "No, don't stop," she moaned, "I need a little more."
I resumed my deep, slow thrusts. Without being able to feel her hot lips around my cock, I couldn't tell if I was almost out or in. Watching and feeling her get so turned on, but without being able to get any feeling from it was frustrating. Knowing that my cock was firmly caged, and that there was no way I was going to come was absolutely maddening. I kept thrusting, hoping insanely that some feeling from the silicone cock would transfer into my own. I almost didn't notice her own orgasm until she gave a small cry and pushed her hips up hard to meet mine.
Again, she collapsed, never once opening her eyes. "Mmmm, that was nice. Oh God, that was so nice," she kept repeating. She smiled slowly as her voice trailed off, " Maybe I don't need to unlock you after all…"
"Don't even say that," I said, "I'm dying. I'm going to explode if I don't get to come."
"Oh, but it's so nice. You eat me so well, and now you can fuck me well, and there's no mess to clean up. I can go right to sleep now." She opened her eyes to smile wickedly at me. Putting a hand on my chest she pushed me away. "Okay, that's enough. Time to roll over and go to sleep."
"Enough for who? I'm so sore, I really need to come. I'll never get any sleep like this." Whining and moaning, I pulled the dong out of her and slipped off the harness.
"It's enough for me," she said. Maybe you should put soak a washcloth in cold water and cover yourself with it. That should cure your swelling."
Sighing, I brought the toys into the bathroom to clean off. I wanted to pee, but I didn't think that I could get soft enough. Finally, all cleaned up, I went back to bed, only to find her almost asleep. Frustrated beyond belief, I curled up behind her, the feel of her warm ass a comfort and a tease at the same time.
I barely slept all night, since my cock was so swollen and sore. I must have had a dozen erections, or at least, attempts. Each attempt was a painful reminder that my orgasms were under her control. Finally, close to morning, I drifted off to a fitful sleep. We had turned off the alarm for the weekend, but I woke early anyway, my usual "morning woody" straining against the steel. My wife, of course, slept just fine. I didn't want to wake her, but I had hoped that maybe, just maybe I could convince her to let me out for some relief. Although I had only been caged since Thursday night, it seemed like a week had passed. The first few days are the worst, but I had never really worn it for more than a few days. Once, when she was gone for a week, I wore it the entire time, but it was easier since she wasn't around to tease me. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
I rolled over to fondle her. She woke up easily – a little too easily – and almost immediately asked me to go down on her.
"I had such a nice dream," she explained, pushing my head down to her thighs. "You spent all your time eating me, fucking me with the dildo, and never getting to come. I got all the attention."
"Umm, I thought that you liked to fuck me, to make me come," I tried to play on her sympathy, "You can't tell me that you'd like that all the time."
"Ssshhh, just eat me," she commanded. Now in a bit of pain, I licked and sucked her until she came twice. Caressing her, I moved up to lie on top of her, kissing her neck.
"Umm, are you sure you don't want a little of my real cock?" I asked her, nuzzling. I could usually talk her into it this way.
"Hmm, you know, maybe I would like to feel you in me. Too bad you can't, though."
"Sure I could. Just unlock me, and I'll get out of this cage, and give you some of my nice, swollen cock. Wouldn't that be nice?"
She kissed me back, "Oh, I'm sure it would be wonderful, but you'd never get that cage off, even if I could unlock it."
"Sure I could," I continued to kiss her, "A little cold water, some cream, and… What do you mean, 'even if you could unlock it'?" I sat up.
She pulled me back to her, "Oh, didn't I tell you? I left the key at work. I wanted to avoid the temptation, since I know how persuasive you could be." She smiled as she reached down to squeeze my swollen cock. I just groaned; waiting until Monday night was now inevitable.
Dejected, I got up a few minutes later, fixed some coffee for us, and put on my work clothes to do some yard work. I spent the rest of the day digging, hauling, mowing, and raking. By sundown, the yard certainly had gotten the benefit of my pent-up energy. She didn't flirt or tease me all day, so my swelling wasn't so bad. I threw some burgers on the grill, and we had a simple dinner. I hopped into the shower, and she came in to join me. "I'm tired," she told me. "Is it okay if we don't have sex tonight?" She was teasing me again.
"How could we have sex anyway?" I wondered, frustrated. We soaped each other in the shower, and despite knowing that I couldn't get out of my cage, I began to get turned on again. She pushed my hand away from her mound, so maybe she really was tired. I had an idea. "Maybe you could just relax while I give you a nice massage," I said.
"That would be lovely," she answered. We finished up the shower, and soon she was reclined on the bed and I was rubbing warm oil into her skin. It wasn't a sexual massage; it was just a nice, sensuous rub down. Soon her back, legs and ass were as smooth as silk. She rolled over so I could do her front. I started with her shoulders and breasts, and rubbed the moistening cream into her stomach, thighs, and down her legs to her feet.
"My feet are so dry," she complained. I rubbed the remaining oil into them, and got up to get her a towel. Having an idea, I grabbed a bottle of polish remover, some tissues and cotton balls, and a small bottle of red polish.
Still naked, I told her to move to the chair. She sat at the edge, and I put the acetone on a cotton ball, and rubbed it over her toenails. In a few minutes, her old polish was removed. She had said nothing the entire time, but noticing that I was again swollen, she asked, "You don't have a foot fetish, do you?"
I laughed. "Don't worry, I'm just having a good time. I just get turned on when I'm 'working' on you. Of course, if you want me to have a foot fetish…"
I looked up at her, and she just rolled her eyes. So I put cotton between her toes and took the emery to her heel and the ball of her foot. When I finished, I rubbed her feet clean with a towel and uncapped the polish. I think she was rather surprised to see me concentrating on not getting the polish all over, and maybe even more surprised that I didn't. It wasn't much different from painting small model parts, though, and in a few minutes I had a nice coat of sexy red polish on her toes. I looked up at her.
"So, takes, what, about 10 or 15 minutes to dry before we put on the second coat? I have an idea on how you could pass the time." I grinned wickedly. Gently, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and leaned in to clean, moist pussy. She scooted forward a bit more on the chair.
"What an excellent idea," I heard her say as her thighs closed around my ears. Before long she was moaning gently and I was again painfully aware that my cock was in a tight metal cage.
"I'm sure that you're ready for a second coat," I said presently, and again carefully painted her nails. While waiting for this coat to dry, I put away the towels, acetone, and everything else. I sat at her feet, rubbing her calves and thighs. Soon I was able to remove the cotton balls from her toes. She slipped on a light nightgown and slipped into bed. I quickly joined her. I lay on my back, and she curled up next to me, throwing her leg over my thigh. She kissed my ear and thanked me for her massage.