Hotel Weekend

I sat there caged, straining in exquisite agony against the unrelenting bars of my steel prison, reveling in the pleasure of never ending denial, of being on edge for the better part of six months with no release. My arousal never took a break. I was at the peak of horniness seemingly at all times, the frustration of not ever being allowed to climax at odds with the feeling of heightened arousal. Denial seemed like the better alternative to a vanilla sex life when this journey started more or less four years ago, and the progress in my chastity lifestyle had evolved into this mostly permanent state I was in now. I had suspicious notions of my wife never letting me out again. It was terrifying yet strangely exciting.

My wife lay tantalizing on the hotel bed, exuding an air of confidence and sexuality rarely seen before I was locked up. Her long brown hair was down, how I preferred it, and framed her kind and youthful face nicely. Heavy eye makeup gave her a sultry look, almost as if she knew she shouldn't be trusted. She wore my favorite combination of sexual uniform- a strange mix that didn't seem to compliment each other, but really did it for me. A dark green corset that accentuated her ample feminine curves, evidence of her womanhood, paired with bright white 90's-style skater shoes, a throwback to her youthful days of flirtatiousness and mild promiscuity. While her attire didn't seem to mesh together, it drove me wild, a mess of current and forgotten eras, of maturity and youthfulness, a conflict not unlike  the predicament I now find myself in.

She lay there in silence on the bed, staring deeply at me as I sat naked across the room in the chair, quivering uncontrollably as I often do in anticipation of her unrelenting teasing and ultimate denial. She didn't speak, just turned to her back, spread her legs open to display her sex to me, and began to tickle the inside of her thighs slowly, never breaking her gaze. Her sneaker clad feet rested on the bed wide apart, her knees up high and turned out slightly. I swear I could smell her arousal in the air as her hand slowly moved from within inches of her neatly trimmed pubic hair to her knee, gently tracing her fingers along the inside of her thigh.

When she was ready for me, she simply pointed at her pussy, simultaneously commanding me and inviting me to lap at her delicious folds. I jumped as if I had been hit with a cattle prod, my feet barely touching the ground as I flew to her and landed on the bed between her creamy thighs, anxious to devour her. I was met with a flat hand on my forehead, stopping me dead in my tracks. She then roughly grabbed my chin and forced my face back up to her gaze. After several moments of her piercing stare, her eyes told me everything- slow the fuck down. She wanted to be tickled, seduced, encouraged. Our eye contact was broken with the hardest open-hand slap across my face that she had ever administered. It hurt like hell. My eyes immediately teared up, my ears ringing loudly, while the pain turned to tingling and settled into a dull ache. My dick strained in my cage. Pain was such an aphrodisiac to me. She knew it.

My duty to her right now was unsaid, yet obvious to me. Tickle her until she was ready. So I did. Slowly my hand replaced hers as I drew little lines along her thighs with my fingers, reminiscent of the Japanese tradition of using miniature rakes to tend to a bonzai tree display, relaxing her all while building her arousal. I couldn't look away from my prize just inches away, salivating with anticipation while admiring how perfect and inviting her vagina looked, her neat hair framed with the creases of her thighs and the corset sitting delicately across her belly.

I continued to tickle her until she was ready to proceed, again without words, as she cradled my head with both of her hands and guided me towards her pussy. I had to continually remind myself of her desired pace, and she reinforced this with firm pressure on my forehead with her thumbs before she released her hands from my head. I wanted to ravage her with my tongue, eat her with unbridled fervor, to devour her sex and have her pull me in closer to force my entire head into her so I could lick her from the inside.

Clearly that is not what she wanted though. My wife has had to teach me that in all aspects of our current sex life that this is a marathon, not a sprint. Slow, steady buildup over an agonizingly drawn out period of time is what she prefers. It's one of the hardest lessons to learn and deal with, and the one thing I struggle with the most. The chastity cage has been a helpful tool for me to learn this, but at the same time enhancing my carnal desires. Like everything else associated with chastity play, the conflicts within my head become more pronounced the longer I am locked.

I have learned that she gets what she wants one way or the other. I  force myself to slow down, gently exploring her folds. Light kisses alternating with long, slow licks with the flat of my tongue, teasing her tiny clit by circling it with the pointed tip and sucking it into my mouth. I feasted at her tenderly for as long as she would let me, soaking my face with her juices. I wrapped my arms underneath her splayed open legs and tightly gripped my favorite part of my wife's beautiful body, her womanly and ample hips. I loved eating her this way. I felt as I had a small sense of control over her. My wife never allowed me to eat her as long as I would have liked to, and I always felt like I enjoyed it far more than she did. Cunninlingus seemed to prime her, but never took her over the edge. This was a very sore spot for me, and hurt my ego greatly because I truly wanted nothing more than to be the source or her orgasm. I never have been able to make her cum, and it was the driving force behind our chastity journey,   my feelings of sexual inadequacy eventually led to my desire for denial and confinement, an attempt to make up for my lack of skill and stamina with the forfeiting of my own orgasms to her.

When she finally had enough of my my oral worship, my wife again gripped the sides of my head and pulled me from her and I put up a small fight in vain, not wanting to be finished with her. She always gets her way though, and I knew she was done with me whether I wanted to be or not. I sat up on my knees and looked at her lovingly, silently thanking her for the opportunity to taste her juices, frustrated as always at my inability to give her a "little death." She often reminds me that I'll never be able to do it, that only her vibrator can. Today she said nothing to me, allowing my own mind to condemn my poor oral performance.

My dick was involuntarily pouring  precum, or chastity tears as we called them, all over my tight and swollen balls. I was soaking wet. Like a girl, she often reminded me, getting wet as my arousal built.  I refused to wipe my face clean of her, wanting to savor her flavor as long as I could. She sat up and climbed off the bed, leaving me there alone, a dripping, soggy, horny mess.

She finally spoke to me. "Stare at the wall," she said flatly as she moved to the table behind me. She had packed our bags for this trip, I was not allowed to see what she brought, although I hoped for an exciting variety of our accumulated yet rarely used toys.

I heard her rummaging through her bags, my mind imagining all sorts of possibilities, my dick continuing to leak profusely in anticipation and my mind going wild. I found myself uncontrollably shaking with desire and desperation. My sense of hearing had been heightened,  as it was all I had to go on as to what came next. I listened intently while I heard clothes being moved around, the occasional click of plastic on plastic, what sounded like straps being pulled, and her tender skin rubbing together. My heart and mind raced, both looking forward to whatever was coming.

Her first contact with me was extremely rough, which I loved. My wife is rarely as assertive as I desire  her to be. I would love for her to take what she wants, with no regard for my pleasure or comfort whatsoever. I was about to find out that she was going to give me what I always wanted,   albeit her way. She grabbed a handful of my hair and swiftly pulled me backwards off the bed, landing hard on my ass. She never let go of my hair as she brought me up to my knees and turned me towards her, inches from her newly donned strapon cock.

This was all for me, I soon realized. Years of trying my damnedest to put her satisfaction first had trained me to push my darkest fantasies deep inside. Yes, she kept me in chastity, which was what I wanted, kept me teased, humiliated, and denied, again for me, but in the past years I strongly attempted to shift my focus strictly to her desires. No, this was different. She was doing this for my benefit, I realized it and was grateful. The dominant nature inside of my sexually docile wife was coming out solely to fulfill my fantasies. My wife usually has to be coaxed to be verbal with me, I never really understood why. I very much enjoy verbal sex, and humiliation and degradation coupled with tease and denial was very much my thing. I was about to find out how much she had really listened to me when I asked for her this. Like most men, I think, fantasy and kink tend to dominate our sexual thoughts, and the more I pushed her to go deeper down the rabbit hole, the more resistant my wife had become.

"Since you can't fuck me like a man,   have a clit-sized dick that can't even get hard in that tiny cage, and seeing as how you get wet like a girl, you're gonna gag on my dick like a fucking girl until your nose touches my belly," she meant it.

Still grabbing my hair, she forced my mouth onto her lifelike cock. I recognized it immediately as the RealCock I bought for her a couple years back in the hopes it would allow her to cum if I wore it in a harness to fuck her with. It didn't. The dildo was extremely lifelike, big, veiny, dual density silicone that made it feel as close to the real thing as plastic can get. It was my turn on the cock now. It seemed bigger than I remembered, stretching my lips around it was a chore, and it went only halfway into my mouth before it abruptly stopped.

My wife wasn't about to make this easy. She knew full well that hidden just below the surfaceof my sexual psyche, I needed her to absolutely dominate and  take me fully, she knew there were very few lines I wouldn't cross. She was going to push every one of those boundaries. Like she had done her research by watching hours of female domination porn, she really put on a show. The harness was pulled tight to her body, and her cock moved as it was a part of her. I wasn't sucking her dick, she was fucking my face,   as well as my mind. I felt my little dick pumping it's tears out at an accelerated rate as she plunged in and out of my mouth. I couldn't breathe. Tears streamed down my face, and out of my little dick. My throat was starting to accept it's inevitable fate when she really let the trash talking go.

"Take this cock you little dick piece of shit! Suck my dick!" She said in between forceful hip thrusts. "I'm getting this cock down your throat or you're gonna die trying!" my wife said through clenched teeth.

My throat began to give way and my gag reflex started to quell as I could feel the tip of the RealCock start to move past my tonsils. She felt it too evidently and didn't relent. My wife grabbed the back of my head with both hands and slowly but firmly pulled my head into her body, forcing the cock down my throat. There was nothing gentle about any of this,   she was fucking my face, using me for my own benefit, fulfilling fantasies I rarely admitted to her.

"That's it baby, swallow that fucking cock. I will never do this for you ever again. This is what blowjobs are for you from now on, your tiny dick locked up tight where it belongs, while you gag on my huge cock like a fucking whore!"

Each thrust of her hips drove her cock deeper into my throat. I eventually learned how to relax my throat and calm my gag reflex. If I could make my body stop resisting her, I felt I could really enjoy her domination of me, and survive long enough to experience what else my wife had in store for me. After getting over my mental block of suffocation from her cutting off my airflow, and instead focusing on relaxing my throat, I had accepted her cock fully to the balls. I was deepthroating her. I was strangely proud of myself. This feat was not lost on my wife, and she really picked up the pace, both verbally and physically.

"I always knew you were a fucking little dick cocksucker! No real man would let a woman stick a strapon into his mouth. Definitely wouldn't deepthroat her. You're sucking this cock like you're fucking starving to death! You're more of a whore than any girl I've ever met!" She chided my as she really began to face fuck me.

My throat had become completely acceptant of it's oversized invader, and by now any sense of self pride or dignity I had left had vanished from my being. I stopped worrying about what tomorrow might bring, how my wife would see me from now on, whether or not she would still respect me. I couldn't unsuck this dick. What's done is done, there was no redemption for me now. I decided to live only in this moment, to fully experience and enjoy the generous gift my salacious wife was giving me.

I began to suck her cock with earnest. I mean really suck her cock. Drool spilled from my chin and covered my chest. I was loud, moaning lewdly as I struggled to get more of it into my throat. I found that my hands had involuntarily moved around to grip her ass, pulling her into me as she thrust forward. My tongue darted out to lick her dangling silicone balls every time her cock was buried to the hilt. My nose actually felt like it was going to bleed it was slamming against her stomach so hard. I really felt like I was an actual cocksucker. With my hands doing the job of helping her bury her cock deep into my mouth, she had released hers at some point. I was drawing her into me at a fever pitch now. Like a real whore.

I closed my eyes and focused on sucking her cock as if I could somehow make her cum into my mouth. Short, shallow strokes mixed with full length, nut licking thrusts. I was kissing and licking her shaft, moaning, slurping, and drooling all over my wife's huge dick. All of my inhibitions were long gone. My little dick filling the inside of it's home tightly, I felt like I was actually close to cumming myself. I realized I was... enjoying it.

I was soon taken out of my trance with her words. "Look at me when you suck me." I decided I would show her my newfound skill by burying her cock into my throat as deep as it would go before I made eye contact with her. Maybe somehow she would be proud of the whore I had become. One last thrust, I pulled her ass as tightly into my face as I possibly could,   my eyes tearing up again as the cock was a full nine inches into my throat.

As my nose crushed itself hard into her harness, my mouth and throat strained against their girthy invader. I was pleased with myself as I forced my teary eyes open to look up for approval from my wife. I choked and spit the cock out, a copious amount of saliva poured out with it, covering my chest and her thighs.

What I saw when I looked up simultaneously horrified me and turned me on even more- my wife was holding her phone sideways steadily focusing on her misbehaving husband,  sloppy with the unmistakable evidence of cock-drunk fellatio. Holding her phone at that angle, it was obvious it wasn't a picture or two. She had me on video. I immediately panicked, yet I could feel my own dick spewing out buckets of precum.

"Don't stop now, you little dick cocksucker! Show everyone how good you can suck a man-sized dick! Keep going or we're done here,   and this video goes public."

The last sentence was said with power. She meant it, I was sure. Not wanting my adventures to come to a premature conclusion, and also not being sure of what other twisted fantasies of mine she planned to fulfill, I drew her cock slowly back into my mouth. Was she really going to show this to someone else, use it for untold blackmail? My mind raced as I went through the motions of sucking her off once again. My wife knew now that she was completely in my head, and she had to get me to focus again.

"Suck my fucking cock like you want to see me do to a real man's dick! Don't lie to either one of us that you don't love this. I can see your little clit throbbing in your cage, getting wetter by the minute. You're here sucking cock and getting wet, you can't fuck or even get hard, just accept that you're the fucking girl now and your manhood is long gone. That cage ain't coming off any time soon so you better take whatever sex I generously allow you to have. Show me how grateful you are to me and much you really love this!"

I cleared my head of all of the what-if's and threw caution to the wind.   Whatever she has on video, she has. If she wanted to show someone what a cockwhore I was, she already had the evidence to do it. I let all of my inhibitions go and decided to put on a show. With my own dick spasming and dripping steadily now, I focused all my attention on hers.

My mind went completely blank as I gave her a blowjob worth an award. Audibly gagging and moaning, choking myself on the intake, I started breathing in tune with my efforts. My eyes closed once again as I made love to my wife via her silicone cock. It was glorious. I was sure I was going to cum I was so turned on. She let me continue to fuck my face on her cock for a few more minutes and said,

"I want you to tell me how much you love my cock. I want to hear you beg for more of it."

The hardest part about answering her wasn't the humiliation. It wasn't the camera. It wasn't my pride. It was that I had to take that beautiful cock out of my mouth long enough to string together a response. I didn't want to.

I hesitated as long as I could until she repeated more sternly, "Say it! Say you love my cock in your mouth!"

I released it's girth from my mouth just long enough to mutter, "I love it." Then returned my attention to my newest friend.

"Fuck you bitch! Tell me how much you love sucking my cock you baby dick motherfucker! Tell me you want it! Beg me for it right now, and you better be convincing or I'm taking it away for good."

She swung her hips back and pulled her strapon out of my reach. Another swift hand caught the side of my face, way harder than the previous one, causing me to fall over. That one hurt. Bad. It was followed quickly by another. Then another, seemingly harder each time. My head was throbbing and my face turned from burning heat to what felt like ice cold. Tears of pain ran down my cheeks to mingle with the tears of my recent choking and gagging. I knew what she wanted. To completely break me. No more pride or self worth. Nothing but utter servitude and compliance.

At this one point in time, I came to the realization that my wife was currently fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies. She was now far more than my loving wife. She was... my dominating mistress.

I gave in with everything I had to give her. I complied fully. Her video showed an utter, cheap, slutty cockwhore, useless for anything else other than someone else's pleasure. I didn't care anymore. I didn't know what she would think about me going forward.   How our relationship could possibly move past this. At the moment I didn't care. All I wanted was to please this woman right now. She had finally broken me. Like, really broken me.

"Please let me have your giant dick baby. Let me show you how good I can suck it for you. I want it so bad. I love your cock so much! Let me suck it again, PLEASE! I want it so bad! I fucking want you so bad! I love you so much! Please let me show you how much I love it!" I looked at her with real need.

I wanted her so bad. Right now this seemed to be  my only way of showing her, of proving to her that I would do anything for her. While still videoing me, she gripped her huge rubber cock with one hand and wiggled it around mere inches from my face as if it really were her own. It seemed she had grown used to it's size and weight, tossing it around naturally as if she had always had it. She leaned forward slightly, and as I frantically tried to catch it in my mouth as she swung it back and forth, she slapped me with it, hard. The dildo was dense and heavy. It made a rude popping sound against my cheek when my mouth was open in a futile attempt to capture it's length. My wife giggled as she succeeded in keeping it away from me. A couple more slaps to the cheek with her cock, then she released it and face-palmed me firmly, again pushing me off balance onto my ass.

"Very good, but No," she sternly said.

"Onto the bed, legs up!" she quipped as I scrambled into compliance.

I wanted her inside me so bad. We had experimented with pegging a few times before, generally just doing the act. While I enjoyed it and it felt really good,   she always seemed to be just going through the motions and I could tell she never got anything out of it. Right now it was different. I was her unabashed whore. I was being selfish for once, and I hadn't felt selfishly needy in years.

I not only wanted it more than anything, I needed her to take me, to fuck me, to make love to my ass. She knew how desperate I had become. She could read me like an open book right now. I had nothing to hide and I told her so.

"Please fuck me baby. Please put that glorious cock deep inside me. Fuck me like you need it as much as I do. Pleeeease baby! I'm begging for your big, thick cock!"

Still holding her camera up to document my utter depravity, she wiped her fingers along my nut sack, gathering as much of my precum as possible, and pushed two fingers knuckle deep in my ass. She was lubing me with my own cum! Twice more she repeated this until there were no more tears to be had. She then squeezed a copious amount of lube onto her strapon, and lined it up with my puckered hole.

Video still rolling, my wife looked me dead in the eye, gave me a sarcastic smile, and said, "You know the reason we have to fuck like this is you're not a real man. A real man wouldn't lock up his cock like you did and give his wife the key." She started to put pressure on her cock. "A real man wouldn't go six months without properly fucking his wife like you do." More pressure. "A real man cums whenever he wants, and more importantly, makes his wife cum too, something you clearly can't do." She gave a little push as her cock head started to open me up. "A real man definitely wouldn't suck cock like you do." My hole gave way and swallowed the head of her huge cock. It burned bad. I hoped more than anything that she would hold still. She did. Momentarily.

"And you know what else? A real man wouldn't take nine inches of hard cock up his ass, like you do." She barely finished saying the words as she plunged her hips forward and with one thrust buried her cock balls deep into my ass.

I screamed. It hurt so fucking bad. I desperately tried to get away from her. But she grabbed by caged cock in her free hand snd squeezed my swollen balls hard. "Take this cock like the bitch you are and I'll stop squeezing!" She warned me as I began to stop attempting to flee.

It hurt so bad, I've never had anything remotely close to that big in my ass. She never gave me a break to adjust,   she just kept fucking me with a steady pace. "I thought you loved my cock, baby. You better start acting like it." Deep down I knew she was right.

Experiences like these are few and far between. Actually, experiences like these never happen more than once. I tried my hardest to allow myself to enjoy it, get into it even. Soon my overstretched hole began to adjust and the burning started to subside.

My wife had set the camera down,   slowed her pace to a slow roll, slid my body up the bed and held my head gently in her hands. She looked directly into my soul as she stared into my eyes, almost pleading with me as she kissed me tenderly on the lips and whispered to me, "Take my cock baby, please." I suddenly felt taken care of and protected. I was in love with this woman and she loved me. All the times I asked her to comply with my fucked up fantasies and ideas, and she did, albeit reluctantly sometimes.

I didn't really know if she actually wanted to fuck me right then, or if she was still reluctantly playing along with my weird fetishes, but the woman I love, the woman I trusted more than anyone on this earth, was asking me to take her cock.

I was determined to do my best. The searing pain in my ass had mostly subsided, and my confined dick had started to fill out it's steel prison cell once again. I realized I was starting to enjoy her pegging, enjoying her cock. I started to raise my hips off the bed to meet her gentle thrusts.

She felt me giving in and looked me in the eye and gave me a genuine smile. My wife mouthed the words, "Thank you" to me as she sat up and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. She put her feet back on the floor, still wearing her shoes to allow her maximum traction.

Her hands went to my hips and gripped me tightly, positioning my body to allow herself to be as effective as possible. I pulled my knees back with my hands to accommodate her giant cock more easily.   The same cock I begged her for moments ago. The same cock I couldn't get enough of and started to feel as if it were really a part of her.

I looked at my beautiful wife. Her hair wet with sweat, plastered to the side of her face in little feminine whisps. Her corset holding her figure together tightly, pushing up her ample breasts, making them look even larger and more inviting than they already are. Her womanly hips lashed tightly with a strapon harness wielding an absolute unit of a cock, shiny with lube, half buried in my ass. She was gorgeous. Not just physically. This woman was doing all of this for me. She really loved me, I could see it in her eyes, and her actions were proving it.

I can honestly say I've never been in a position as vulnerable as this is my life, and she was taking care of me, nurturing my needs. I loved her so much.

She slowly picked up her pace and I did my best to match her depth and speed with my hips. We soon fell into a good rhythm and she began to really work her cock. We both could clearly hear the padlock on my cage clamoring around loudly as my own dick bounced to the beat of her thrusts. The pain that was once in my ass had traveled into my dick, as the head of my little member was threatening to push itself through the bars of it's confinement. I really started to think this woman was going to fuck the cum right out of me.

The discomfort in my ass had vanished. My wife's cock was working magic on my prostate and every time she entered me, she was brushing up against it. This was causing an almost mini-orgasm with every stroke. My balls were drenched again with my juices and it just kept pouring out, running onto my stomach and legs. There was so much that there was a wet, slapping sound every time my wife bottomed out into me. We both noticed it, and she took her hand and scooped up as much of my love liquid as possible and brought it to my mouth. I sucked her fingers into my mouth eagerly and cleaned them off. It was delicious.

"Not only are you my little cock whore this weekend, you're going to be my cum whore, too," my wife stated. "Every drop of cum that spills in this room is going to end up in your mouth, but I still haven't decided if I'm going to let you cum yet."

What did that mean? What did she have planned? I didn't want to get too far ahead of myself and just focused on the pleasure she was giving me right now.

When she was absolutely sure my body had adjusted fully to her violating member, my wife pulled out of me and snapped, "Roll that ass over!" I turned over and presented myself to her, doggie style. She grabbed my hips tightly and I tried to arch my back in what I thought was the best position to accept her giant cock. My ass had been stretched to its limit, and she slid in easily, one push and I could feel her silicone balls being smashed against mine, her cock buried deep inside me. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you little girl." I squealed with pleasure, it almost sounded girly. In any other situation,   I would be embarrassed that sound came out of my mouth, but embarrassment was nowhere to be found. Not anymore.

My wife started to fuck me, really fuck me. Hard, deep and fast. In previous experiences we had had with pegging,   she struggled to move fluidly, making motions similar to fucking, but not actually fucking me. This was different. Way different.   Like she had a college degree in fucking. She moved as one with her cock, burying it deeply and pulling out all but an inch, just to bury it again. She knew it's length. How much to retreat, when she was going to bottom out. It was as if she always had this cock, and she knew how to use it.

The brushing of my prostate in the missionary position was gone. She was now punching it. Over and over the head of her cock beat into my special button, damn near making me cum on every thrust. I was pouring precum at this point. She somehow sensed this and reached for a plate sitting on the nearby table to put beneath me.

"Don't waste it," she said breathlessly between deep plunges.

She positioned the plate to catch the tears from my drooling dick without missing a beat. My wife was really fucking me by now. The bed springs squeaking loudly. I was beside myself with lust. My prostate was being beat to death by her wonderful cock, filling up the plate nicely. Her dick felt so good.

My eyes rolled back in my head and I could feel my own little dick spasming, trying like hell to ejaculate. She pounded me relentlessly for what seemed like an hour. My mind lost track of time.

I was in a blissful daze when I realized I was verbally responding to her actions. "Fuck yeah," "Oh my God yes," "I love your cock baby," were flowing from my mouth like the tears from my dick. "You feel so fucking good," I told her as she collapsed onto my back, totally spent.

I could feel her heavy breathing on me, her sweat had soaked through her corset. She had given me all she had to give. My wife sat up when she finally caught her breath and pulled her cock out  me. My ass gripped it greedily, not wanting it to be over. Nine full inches later, it finally came out with a loud plop. Like popping your finger in your mouth when you were young. I felt empty.

"Clean your plate," she said playfully as she pointed underneath me. There was so much. I couldn't believe that I had leaked so much, and still hadn't managed to cum. I moved down without hesitation and slowly licked every drop of precum that I had deposited onto the dish. It tasted sweet on my tongue, I wondered why I ever had a problem consuming my cum after a real orgasm. If it was anything like this,   it would be a treat. I licked my plate clean, secretly wishing there was more to eat. Wishing also there was more of my wife's exquisite cock to be had as well.

"If you want more of this dick, you're gonna have to ride me like a girl, and you're gonna have to beg me for it," she said while throwing herself down on the bed. "Take this damn corset off me, too. I'm fucking dying."

I tried my best to ask her for more of her cock while I untied and removed her corset. It was drenched in sweat. Her hair was dripping and clung in a mess around her face, she was flushed and glistening head to toe from her efforts. I should have just lay next to her and tickled her to sleep. I should have been more than satisfied with everything she just gave me, everything she just selflessly gave to me.

But I didn't. I was selfish. I wanted more. I felt like I was so close. I wanted so badly to cum on her cock. I needed to cum on her cock.

"Please baby, give me more of your dick, fill me up again, let me ride you." I turned to plead with her over my shoulder and noticed she has picked up her phone again. Gathering more evidence of my sexual surrender.

"Tell me my dick is bigger and better than yours and how bad you wanna cum on it," she continued to mindfuck me, pushing all the right buttons. "Tell me I give you better dick than you have ever given me,   Tell me you prefer my big fucking  dick to the pussy you are always begging me to deny you." She really drove it home there. She was right.

In the last four years I refrained from begging for her pussy. It didn't seem right for me to get off when I was unable to return the favor. But in the last four hours, she has video evidence of her convincing me to beg for her strapon multiple times, begging her to let me suck it, begging her to fuck my ass with it. She had broken me completely and turned me into her bitch. She knew it and smiled.

I had absolutely no self confidence left. She was right about everything. My dick was useless to her. Her dick was everything to me. I hated myself for what I said next, but I truly was her whore. "Baby, you're right. My dick could never give you the pleasure that yours can give me. I couldn't fuck you half as well as you just fucked me. You are amazing. I love what you have just given me,   I love you. So much. I love your pussy. I love being inside you. I love that you deny me. Being on edge constantly is hard to explain. There's not a moment that goes by that I don't desire you. I know I can't satisfy you, so I ask you to deny me to attempt to compensate for my selfishness. But I'm being selfish right now. I love your giant cock. I want more of it. A lot more. I want to cum on that fucking thing and I'm so close,   so fucking close. Please let me fuck you until I cum."

"That's all nice and everything,   and I believe you, but you need to admit it to me. Look me in the eye and tell me right now that you would rather suck my cock than have me suck yours. That you would rather take this big dick in your ass, than stick your tiny little dick in my pussy. If you can admit that to me, I'll give it to you. But... if you decide to sit down on my cock right now, your choice has been made.   Your sex life will change forever. You will never be unlocked, never be in my pussy ever again. We'll live together happily married, partners in crime. Forever in love. But the only dick will be my dick. This big, beautiful, hard, delicious cock that you freely chose over my soft wet pussy. I may or may not allow you to borrow this dick sometimes when I want you to fuck me with it, but you'll never be inside anything but your cage again, forever. That's right, permanent chastity. You'll never be allowed an erection again. Pussy-free for the rest of your life. The last sex you had will be the last sex you have. Think hard, my little boy. This decision will have long lasting repercussions."

My head was spinning. This is what I wanted, wasn't it? This ultimatum?  I fantasized about it for years. Playing this exact situation over and over again. But was I ready? To give up pussy forever? To be locked in chastity permanently? I thought I wanted it, but when was laid out so blatantly, could I go through with it? My dick was throbbing in it's cage,   leaking profusely again. Was I really ready to make this decision on the spot, right now? I hadn't had a real, uncaged orgasm in well over a year. I was happy though, sexually satisfied. The last few hours with my wife's strapon cock were unreal. It brought out a carnal desire in me I couldn't explain. I didn't want cock. It repulsed me. But I wanted her cock. Bad. I wanted it in my mouth.   I wanted it it my ass. I wanted to cum on it. I wanted her to use me like a piece of meat. I wanted her to fuck me. And never stop.

"Baby, I'd prefer you to fuck me over me fucking you. Please let's make this the only cock in our lives. I'll suck it for you whenever you want.   I'd love for you to bury it in my ass as often as you please. I'll stay locked forever if I'm always by your side. Let me ride that big beautiful dick again.   Make me cum on it. Please."

There it was. My decision seemed final now. But I felt a weight lifted. I felt like I was being honest with her. It's not her huge silicone cock that I desired, not the permanent chastity and denial, it's her. It's always been her. We connected like never before in the last few hours, I let her break me completely. I trust her. I love her more than I could ever convey to her with modern language. Now we share something special. A secret between us.   Nobody else knows abo... oh shit, the video.

"Are you going to get on this cock, or not?" My wife laughed at me, seeing my mind begin to wander.

I smiled back at her as I swung my leg over her to straddle her naked frame, all except those shoes. Those sexy fucking shoes. I rose up above her high enough to accept her beautiful cock. Nine fucking inches high. Like a real pro, she lined up the newest member to our love live, and guided it into my waiting hole. She had really worked me over earlier and it slid in easily. I sat all the way down on it. Somehow, in this position, it seemed much longer, hitting new places, filling me up more than it ever did before. Fuck I loved this dick.

I worked it in and out of myself, back and forth, alternating between my knees and squatting down on it. It felt so good inside me. I looked down at my wife and she held eye contact with me. It was so intimate. There was no strapon, fake dick. It was all her, she was fucking me, and fucking me good.

She held onto my hands for leverage as I moved back to a squatting position and really began to fuck myself on her monster cock. If I arched my back just right, and leaned forward slightly, her cock hit my prostate at just the right angle. My wife really knows me, and having ruined every orgasm I've had for the better part of four years, she can read me pretty damn good.

As I started to really figure it out, I closed my eyes tightly and focused on the angle that her cock was hitting my prostate. I started slamming hard onto her hips, crushing her pelvis with every downstroke. I came up high, almost releasing her dick, just to crash back down. I wasn't allowing myself to let gravity to it's only job and just fall back onto her, I was forcing myself down with the same fervor I was raising back up with. I picked up speed as my body started to clench up. I was close, my thighs were on fire.

At some point my wife let go of my hands and I rested them on her chest to help hold me up. "Someone is a little cock-greedy whore! Take it baby, there's plenty of this big thing for later! You don't need to use it all up right now!" she teased as I really bore down on her. "You're not gonna be able to walk for a week!"

She sensed I was nearing my tipping point and to her credit decided to allow me to cum. Still in my cage, but my God I hope she didn't ruin it.   Not this one. I worked hard and deserved this one. I earned it. My own tiny dick pushed hard against the bars of it's newly acquired forever home, cutting into the glans, I knew I was drawing blood. The cage was pushed far out from my body as my dick struggled to get hard, trying in vain to compete with the massive hunk of fake meat deep in my guts.

Then my wife pushed my cum-button. She was waiting for just the right moment when she saw my orgasm was inevitable, when she grabbed my nipples hard, pinching and twisting while I writhed in exquisite extacy.

It was the nine inch cock buried inside me. It was the fact my nipples just got ripped damn near off. It was the denial I received with absolutely no orgasm for the last six months. It was the chastity cage itself, keeping me in a state of constant arousal for every moment of the same six months. It was my loving wife, who gave herself completely to me today while simultaneously taking everything I had to give.

It was all of it. The perfect storm. Hands down the best orgasm I've ever had, caged or not. Rope after rope of thick, seedy cum shot through the bars of my chastity cage and onto my wife.   During each spasm, my ass clenched the giant cock still at home deep inside me, putting constant pressure against my prostate, heightening every spurt with another orgasm of it's own. I had never cum with anything in my ass before, and the involuntary clenching of my "O ring" against the huge cock, timed in unison with my caged cock, unable to achieve hardness, pumping and pulsing copious amounts of pent up semen was more stimulus at one time than I had ever experienced.

My head flew back, I wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Every possible thing I was able to expel from my body was currently coming out of my caged dick. I just kept on cumming. Six months worth of pent up cum poured from deep within me. Much more than ever before. I started to convulse and felt like I was going to black out.

The room was spinning as I finally began to come down. My dick was still spasming, dry-heaving non-existent cum from an imaginary holding tank. My ass was doing the same, in perfect time with my dick, gripping it's own lovely invader, continuing my orgasm for long after I finally spent all of my cum.

I looked down at my wife. She was a complete mess. Cum absolutely covered every inch of her harness. There was cum pooling in her bellybutton. Cum all over her stomach. Cum covering most of her left breast, and all of her right. There was cum on her neck, her chin, her cheek. Even a little on her nose. There might have been some in her hair.

"Wow," was all she could say. I've never been a big shooter. Small dick, small loads. This was fucking impressive. Even more so that it was while caged. Even through every degrading thing I had just put myself through, I was damn proud of this load.

To say I was reluctant  to raise myself up off of my wife's new cock was an understatement. I wanted to keep that motherfucker inside me forever. I stared at my wife, whose sly grin slowly turned into a deep mischievous smile.

"Clean your plate," she laughed, "Every single drop!"  

I was going to do it, I really was. Just give me a minute I told myself as I lifted my body off of her and swung my leg to the floor. I felt completely empty now, I missed her cock already. I attempted to stand, and my legs gave out. I had to catch myself on the bed or I would have went all the way down. It was humorous to see how much my legs were shaking uncontrollably right now. The burning in my thighs from fucking myself wasn't helping.

I looked over to my wife with laughter on my face, but I was met with a sternness I wasn't expecting.  

"Now," she demanded while pointing to the mess I had made all over her.

Her tone was harsh, but I understood it was necessary. How many times had I skipped out on my own promise of cleanup duty? She never held me to it after my past orgasms had taken away my desire, but her intention today was clearly different. She was going to see to it that my humiliation would be complete, to be sure that she had truly  broken me. She knew she had to be a bitch to show how serious she was, and to be honest, I may have even felt a little tingle in my spent little dick. Her assertiveness was turning me on.

I crawled towards my wife and looked at her body. She was covered in cum and she was beautiful. She smelled strong of sex and sweat. I leaned into her face and gave her a delicate kiss on the lips.

"I can't thank you enough for all of this," I told her as I lapped up my first globule of cum.

It was warmer than I had expected, not sweet at all like my precum had been, but not altogether unpleasant. The mental block that had always prevented me from following through with this seemed silly now. It's not so bad, I told myself as I cleaned her face, chin and neck.

Long, slow strokes with my tongue collected every drop of cum in it's path, systematically cleaning one section of her body at a time. At the end of each pass my tongue made, I lewdly slurped up the small pools that formed as I pushed the cum around. By the time I got to her breasts, all my hesitation was gone. I was cleaning her eagerly now, almost frantically, like it was actually a significant part of the act we had just finished doing. The sex wasn't done until I cleaned her up. I knew that was how it was going to be from here on out. I was more than good with it. In time, I believed I would crave it.

My wife hadn't had an orgasm yet, and her libido was at a high point. She continued with her teasing as I cleaned her breasts, giving extra attention to each nipple along the way.

"You know, a real man would never eat cum like you do. Look at you, you like it. No, you love it. Fill your mouth with your nasty cum and show it to me."

I took several long licks across her belly and held the cum in my mouth. It tasted like pennies, but she was right, I loved it.   I looked up at her with my mouth open and head tilted slightly back, so as not to spill any of my delicious cum. I saw her phone in her hand once again. More video to capture all my debauchery and sluttiness. I didn't care anymore. Her video proof had already been captured,   nothing I did from here on out could change a thing.

I smiled into the camera, and as I did, a stream of cum leaked out of the corner of my mouth. I exaggeratingly swallowed what was in my mouth and caught the runaway cum with my finger and sucked it clean. I was trying to put on a show for her.

She was really hitting this degradation thing hard. She had put the final nail in the coffin when she made me clean up my cum, now she was determined to put a fresh coat of paint on it to prep for my burial.  

As I continued with my cleanup duties, she began to remind me of everything I had become. Her words were undoubtedly as much for the video as they were for me here, in real time.

"You can't call yourself a man, not anymore. You've been begging me for years to lock up that tiny little thing you call a cock. That's no fucking cock, it's a dicklet. You have never made me cum. Your dicklet is useless to me. You have no stamina. Your sex is trash. Today you literally traded away my warm, wet pussy for cock. You begged me of your own free will to give you dick instead. You decided that for the rest of your fucking life, you would rather be a pussy-free,  cum eating, cock sucking, anal whore, than a real man. When you get aroused in your cage, you get wet like a girl. You begged for cock like a girl, deep throated it like a girl. To be honest,   most girls would probably be jealous of the way you took that dick like a champ, like a real pro. Then you came on my cock like a girl, and you're eating cum like a girl."

I had no retort or reply. She was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I sucked the last of the cum off of her body and moved to her harness. I felt disappointed that it was almost gone.

I moved her cock to the side with one finger so I could easily access the cum still pooled at it's base. Most of it had soaked into the material of the harness itself, so I would have to suck it out if I wanted it. To my surprise, her cock didn't smell like ass at all. With all the filthy things I had just done, to pretend I had any self respect at all left would have been laughable, I was determined to give her a show.

I finished cleaning up all of my cum with a loud smack of the lips and a dramatic licking of my fingertips. I looked directly into her camera as I positioned my body so I had access to her glorious cock. I stared into the lens as I took her cock into my mouth all the way to it's base in one motion. It's large head easily slid past my tonsils and entered my throat.

I squeezed it as tightly as I could with my lips and sucked hard as I pulled back, and attempted to clean every trace of my ass from her cock.

"That's right baby! Clean my cock! Show me how much of a whore you are. Show me how much of a filthy girl you've become."

I sucked and licked every inch of her massive cock until I was absolutely sure it was clean. There was absolutely no denying now that I truly was her whore. I felt absolutely no shame surprisingly. I felt a bit of pride actually. I was content, happy, satisfied. I was in love.

My wife slowly rose from the bed and gave me a playful come here motion with her finger as she beckoned me to the bathroom. She wanted a shower. I brushed my teeth while she ran the water. Hot as fuck, like always. The room soon filled with steam as I finished and stepped in to join her. My wife immediately put her arms around me and pulled me in close. She was still wearing her harness, and the large silicone cock pressed against my cage while we embraced. I had to tilt my hips back to give it it's demanded room while I leaned into her.

"Thank you, baby, for everything. I love you so much."

"I love you too," she assured me with a smile, laughing at my predicament with her cock still pressing against me.

We held each other firmly, passionately, while our hands explored each other's bodies. It seemed like it was new, fresh love. First sexual experience love. Exciting, frantic,  hungry love. I hadn't felt like this in years. When we finally broke our embrace, she stepped slightly backwards, letting the steamy hot water run over her shoulders and down her chest. She was gorgeous. Standing there with her monster cock proudly protruding from her feminine body, her womanly hips framing it's girth.

Her breasts hung heavily on her chest, still flush with desire, wet strands of hair cradling her face. She reached for the liquid antibacterial soap that she had placed there when we first arrived. I grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste sitting next to it and began to brush my teeth. She liked to set everything up as soon as we entered a hotel room.

My wife pumped a copious amount of the soap directly on to her strapon cock, and began to slowly jerk herself off.

"You like seeing me jack off baby? You like watching me do this?"

"Fuck yeah," I replied, studying her every movement.

The suds covered her whole cock and balls as she cleaned of every bit of evidence of where it had recently been. When she was satisfied with her efforts, she aimed the cascading water towards point where the harness met her body, and rinsed it clean.

I helped her loosen the straps so she could step out of the harness, and reached around the curtain to set it aside. When I turned back to her, my wife met me with kiss. God I loved this woman. We made out like teenagers pausing only long enough to soap up and wash each other's bodies. I felt like there wasn't enough of her to wash. I couldn't get enough.

When we finally were satisfied that we were as clean as we could get, she shut off the water and pulled back the curtain to step out. My wife started to dry herself off and bent over to dry her legs, presenting her big, beautiful ass to me. I smacked it playfully and we started laughing and touching each other again. We were having so much fun together.

We spent a long time drying each other off, leaving wet towels strewn across the floor. She was always messy, but I loved her for it. As we moved back to the bed, she reached into her bag and fetched her magic wand. Her boyfriend. The only thing capable of drawing out her elusive orgasms. She could cum a dozen times in a row while using it, and I loved watching her do it. Her wand was also her preferred way to ruin my orgasms while in chastity. It really was magic.

"Sit down in the chair and watch me cum. You can't do it for me, so you don't deserve to touch me while I do it," she playfully teased as I moved over to take my place in the chair.

My refractory period had passed way sooner than usual, and I could feel my own little dick desperately trying to get hard in it's now permanent home. I felt my own chastity tears begin to flow once again, dripping down onto my balls as my arousal heightened.

My wife settled into the bed, legs spread wide, eyes closed in concentration as she wiggled her hips back and forth to find a comfortable position. The wand was on high, and I could hear it's whirring sound loudly as I was reminded of how my tongue could never dream of moving as fast as it's vibrating head. She spread her lips apart with her left hand, and brought the wand to her sex slowly,   with precise, deliberate movements that I could never replicate as much as I tried.

She came within seconds. A hard, violent orgasms tore through her body and she shouted out her stream of "Oh god oh god oh gods," like she always did when she got off.

Without missing a beat, she repeated it again, another strong, full body orgasm shook through her and she lifted her body up off the bed while it ravaged her. I absolutely loved watching her cum. Sitting across the room somehow enhanced my own experience with watching her. I was sure I could smell her arousal as I witnessed her bring herself off over an over.

I sat on the edge of the chair, a long bead of sticky sweet precum now hung from my emprisoned dick towards the floor. I scooped it up quickly with my finger before it fell, and brought it to my lips. I held it inside my mouth for a while, savoring it's taste and texture.

My wife worked her wand on herself with experienced skill and desperate determination. Orgasm after orgasm ravaged her body and I could see her wetness in the crack of her ass. She was unable to hold herself open due to the amount of her cum spread all over her sex, and she was frustrated. Wiping herself dry with the sheets so she could continue, she shook her wrist to alleviate the stiffness she felt from holding the wand in just the right place.

She was sensitive now, her body jerking in retreat each time the wand touched her swollen clit. She clicked the vibrator on low and proceeded to extract several more, smaller orgasms from her body. I had counted at least 12 orgasms, although there were probably more. She was spent. Eyes still closed, she collapsed back into the pillow, her legs still splayed vulnerably wide. The wand lay next to her, it's sole task accomplished, for now.

My wife sensed me getting up. My thighs still burning from fucking myself earlier as I rose. Depending on how sensitive her clit is after cumming, sometimes she will allow me to lick her pussy clean. I always try. No such luck today, she was far too sensitive. I noticed her own legs steadily shaking as I approached her like mine had earlier. I was proud of her. Happy that she had cum so hard.

She had trained me over the last four years to experience my own pleasure through her orgasms. I was well conditioned to be more than content with her cumming, while she denied my own little death. She allowed me to cum today, and cum hard, harder than I ever had before. I was extremely grateful for her generosity, six months without relief was worth going through for everything she had just done for me.   I watched her with pride, eternally grateful that I got to spend my life with someone as wonderful as her.

Without opening her eyes, she seemed to stare directly through my soul as she dictated my next move. I was elated to hear what she wanted me to do. This day just kept getting better.

"Go get that big ass dick and put it on. I wanna be fucked, and I'm sure you're well aware your little dick can't get the job done. Cage stays on like always, as if you need to be told. That cage will never come off again, you're gonna be buried in it. You're never getting this pussy again either, not without that strapon."

I tripped over myself heading for the bathroom where that glorious cock had been laid during our shower. Readjusting the straps to fit my frame I hastenly donned the heavy silicone cock and adjusted it's height to sit tightly on my pelvis just above my own, completely useless, caged dicklet. Precum once again flowed freely from it's little head, and I made several swipes to consume as much of it as possible while I pulled the straps taught.

I looked down at the vulgar member, jutting out from my body, the harness concealing any evidence that my own caged dick was tucked discreetly underneath. The base of the large cock rested directly above my own restricted package, so every thrust I made into my wife would transfer it's pressure directly to my inadequately sized genitals. I glanced in the bathroom mirror and saw the big cock protruding farther out than mine ever had, and I had a full understanding of why my sex life consisted solely of silicone cocks and magic wands. My own dick strained in it's cage, unable to please, but nevertheless a part of who I had become.

I rushed through the door, seemingly finished admiring the large cock now between my legs, secretly wishing my own anatomy was this capable and well endowed. My wife was waiting for me with outstretched arms, beckoning me to hold her. She had initially told me she wanted to get fucked, but I listened silently to her subtle body language that told me she wanted me to make love to her.

I preferred it this way when I used the strapon on her. The way the cock put pressure on my cage while I moved in and out of her caused severe discomfort during tantric sex. Slow, deliberate movements were extremely pleasurable for me when I wore the cock, and I felt close to her. My wife never understood how it felt so intimate for me when I made slow, passionate love to her with the strapon, and I was determined today to help her understand.

Our individual needs to orgasm had been satiated by now. There was no need for hard fucking and urgent, desperate pounding away at each other. This was strictly for the emotional closeness that only the act of lovemaking can bring to a couple, even if it wasn't my own dick. Especially because it wasn't my own dick. I shared deep  passionate kisses with my wife, our hands tenderly tracing each other's bodies.

I moved to between her legs, open wide and inviting to my advances. Placing my left hand next her to hold me up, I held the big cock in my right, drawing it along the crack of her ass up towards her engorged lips, collecting as much of her juices as possible. She was still soaking wet, and there was no need to use anything but her own cum to lubricate the cock. I moved it slowly up and down her vagina, parting her lips a little more each time, spreading her natural slickness around it's bulbous head.

I loved looking down and seeing the thick, heavy cock as she prepared herself for it, unconsciously opening her petals for it's impending entry into her. When I was satisfied with the amount of wetness coating the end of the silicone cock, my hand slowly aimed it at her entrance and pushed in slightly with my hips. My wife's pussy gave way instantly, and the cock sunk to half it's depth.

The issue with using a strapon instead of my actual dick was that it was impossible to know when she was ready for deeper penetration with regards to lubrication. The feeling of drag, or resistance was not there. I usually made several short strokes, slightly deeper each time, to accommodate for the lack of feeling until I felt she was ready.   Since she typically didn't enjoy being fucked with the dildo, her body language was difficult to read. The act of having sex with her using the dildo was generally for my benefit, and usually lasted just long enough to shut me up when I begged for it.

I didn't have to guess today. She grabbed my ass firmly and pulled me into her completely in one stroke. The pressure the harness put on my own dick was exquisite as I bottomed the big cock out inside her and it's base pressed against my cage. She held me there for several moments and took more deep kisses from me. When she released her grip on my ass, I drew back halfway and gently drew my hips forward back into her, bringing a sensual moan to her lips. Today,   she was enjoying this. It wasn't just for me, it was for us.

I made tender, sweet love to my wife for longer than she had ever let me while using a strapon. The intimacy of the sexual act between us was palpable. She moved her body in unison with mine, thrusting her own hips forward to meet mine. We held onto each other tightly, sharing the pace of our own breathing as it matched the slow, steady pace of our lovemaking. Each time our bodies came together at the hip, when the big cock was at it's deepest, there was an audible wet, squishy sound that emanated from between us. I couldn't tell if it was coming from her own natural lubrication, or the product of my profusely leaking dicklet. A combination of both was most likely.

The tension between us was growing and the speed of our efforts slowly increased.

The  constant pressure against my cage was becoming too much to ignore, and my breaths started to become sharper and shallower. My motions were not as fluid as they were earlier as my muscles began to tense up.   I felt a familiar churning in my loins as my confined balls drew closer to my body. It had been a decade since I had more than one orgasm in a day, shit she had only allowed me three in the previous year.

My wife was good. She knew I was close. She allowed me several more shaky strokes into her body until she knew the timing was just right. I  pushed into her one more time, deeper than ever, trying in vain to feel my own dick somehow enter her forbidden pussy. If I was never going to be allowed inside her again,   this would have to be enough for me. It was a torture of my own making.

At the moment of no return,   her strong legs were able to wrap around my own and she placed her feet on my thighs. With her hands on my chest together with her feet,   she threw me off of her hard, ruining my orgasms. My cum poured weakly out of me on to her pubic hair, just above her swollen opening. There were no convulsions, no spurting. Just a slow dribble of cum that pooled onto her.

Ruined orgasms are horrible. They offer zero relief. All the anticipation and buildup of cumming does not subside at all. I was left in a silent protest with myself, knowing it would fall on deaf ears if I were to complain. She absolutely loved ruining me. I hated it.

My wife was hysterical as she reminded me, "Locked husbands don't get to cum! Now clean your plate!"

This was going to be a new saying in our household, I could tell. On the rare occasion that she would allow me to cum in the future, I would now be eating it all. She would never hear any argument from me. I tried my best to always do as she says. I bent down to her pubic region and spent the next twenty minutes sucking my cum into my mouth, while licking the sweet nectar from her pussy.

I did my best to get a little of both,   attempting to mingle both liquids in my mouth, combining our flavors together. The mental block with eating cum did not occur with a ruined orgasm, not that it mattered anyway, I desired doing it now.

When I had succeeded in cleaning her spotless, I climbed up the bed and fell onto my back next to her,   completely and utterly spent. I was exhausted. I couldn't move anymore.

"I love you," I simply told my wife.

"I love you too," she replied.

I relaxed my tired body, and the wild emotions of the day finally overcame me. I could feel my wife watching me as I became to cry. I don't know why it was happening. Not bawling or sniveling, but a few tears had fallen down my cheeks.  

In her own loving way, true to the spirit of tease and denial, she looked at me and said, "Quit crying, you fucking girl."

I didn't even look at her as I laughed and replied, "Goodnight baby, thank you for everything," as I drifted off to sleep.

I was shaken awake several hours later by my wife rustling around between my legs. The reading light was on and the room was dim. My eyes slowly started to adjust to the light and I rubbed them to speed up the process. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on so I pulled back the blanket and saw her. I had fallen asleep on my back with the harness still strapped to my body, and I saw the giant cock buried deep into her mouth.

Her eyes found mine as I threw the covers off onto the floor.   "I just thought you might want to see what a real man might wake up to when he falls asleep next to a woman," she smirked.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. Here was my wife, who hadn't given a blowjob in a decade,   stuffing this huge cock into her mouth. She worked it expertly, one hand on the base as she twisted and sucked it, jerking and licking. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of her oral minstrations, and I immediately missed it. My wife really knew how to suck a cock, and I loved watching her do it.

She was putting in maximum effort strictly to  tease me, to show off her skills, and I knew full well I would never again be able to feel her hot mouth on my own dick. I never received a blowjob from her with this much enthusiasm, and I was genuinely  jealous of that cock. She was slobbering and slurping, moaning loudly as if she was receiving the pleasure herself.

My dicklet filled the bars of the cage tightly, and I involuntarily began bucking my hips up to meet her. She never broke eye contact with me until she decided to up the ante on her show. My wife moved her body slightly forward, slid her hand, wet with her saliva,   down to the balls of the cock, and walked her lips down the veiny shaft.

Her eyes closed tightly and began to water as she forced her own head onto the cock, pushing it's head past her tonsils and into her throat. She got about six inches of it in before she coughed and gagged, quickly pulling her head off of it. A copious amount of saliva poured from her mouth and down the shaft as the cock sprang free. Undeterred, she immediately repeated her actions, challenged by it's seemingly impossible length and girth.

She knew it could be done,   she had just seen it yesterday when she forced that same giant cock deep into my own throat. Uncaged and fully erect, my dick is a bit longer than six inches. She had never taken it's entire length into her mouth although her oral was top notch. I'm not really sure why its so arousing to watch a woman deep throat a cock. I guess it's a mental thing,   the same as whether she spits or swallows. You cum either way. In my experience, a blowjob can feel as good or better when there is skill and desire involved. But the desire to bury a cock all the way to it's root can cause a man fits.

My wife wasn't about to be defeated by this cock, and she sure as hell wasn't about to be shown up by her husband. She tried again. Seven inches this time. More saliva flew from her mouth as she was forced to retreat, and it landed all over my belly this time. I knew better than to grab her head and force her down, she always hated that.

"You know I would never have this problem with your little boy's dick. To bad you'll never find out, only man-sized cocks for me from now on," she chided.

I knew she was right. As turned on as I was watching her suck this monster, and as much as I imagined it being my own, I knew I would never feel her mouth on me again. I had traded the opportunity to receive her pleasure for the chance to stay eternally horny and desperate. I traded my little dick for this huge cock.

As horrible as denial was, witnessing her attempt to fully felate this cock was a tremendous experience. I imagined I was feeling it myself. Looking down at her servicing this lifelike cock between my legs, feeling her hot breath on my loins, her hair brushing against me on each stroke, the pressure against my cage as her throat met resistance with it's head, I could almost feel it.

Almost. She sat up, pulled her hair back and tied it up with the tie she had around her wrist, wiped the spit from her lips,   and went back in. My wife owned this cock. It was time to stop fucking around.

She took another seven inches on her first push. I knew from experience the head was just past her tonsils there, she would have to open her throat and force it the remainder of the way. Two inches left, it was going to be the hardest part. Mentally shutting down her gag reflex, she shook her head slightly side to side, squeezing her eyes closed, and forced her throat to open up and accept it's rude invader. All the way to the balls she went, nine full inches of realistic man meat fully buried deep into her neck. She had done it. I was so proud of her.

The first time was the hardest. She repeated it again and again, all the way out to regain her breath, all the way down to prove to both of us she won the battle. I couldn't look away. It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. My hip thrust upwards with every one of her downstrokes, meeting her halfway each time.  She started to mix it up again, jerking, licking,   sucking, deep throating.   My wife was worshipping this huge cock, and she was doing it just to teach me a lesson- I was an idiot for giving this up.

When she was finally satisfied with the clinic she had just put on, she moved up the bed to feed me her saliva with the sloppiest kiss I had ever received. I accepted it willingly and kissed her back hard. My face became wet with her spit, and in between kisses she licked it back off my cheeks. Fuck she was hot.

"Bet you wish that was for real bitch! Keep dreaming, permanently locked husbands don't get their dicks sucked!"

"Holy shit baby! That was the hottest thing I have ever seen!" I admitted to her.

My wife sat up on her knees and arched her back, stretching out the kinks. She put her hands behind her head and rolled her neck, returning her muscles to their normal state.

She stared at me again with pure lust as I watched her grab the saliva coated cock and guide it to line up with her most prized entrance. Slowly she lowered herself on to it until I felt her entire weight on my hips. She was absolutely crushing my cage against my body, my dicklet bulging through the steel bars, unable to achieve an erection, my balls felt tight and swollen. She rocked her hips side to side, helping both to coat the big cock with her juices, and to comfortably settle it in her guts, navigating it's obscene length while it displaced her organs to make way for it's invasion.

My wife reached her hands out, fingers outstretched, toward me. I knew what she wanted and interlaced my fingers with hers, setting my elbows on the bed, giving her leverage and holding her up.

Years ago when we first started dating this was one of her preferred positions, and she would grind on me fast and hard, rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone as quickly as she could. I had a feeling my wife could make herself cum in this position, but my premature ejaculation never gave her enough time. Several times I felt she got close, but I could never last long enough for her to bring herself over the edge. I hoped she could do it tonight.

She looked gorgeous perched on top of me. Leaning forward slightly, she began to rock front to back, rolling her hips and grinding her clit into the harness. I wish I could feel it pressed hard against me. There was no in and out movement between her body and the cock fully penetrating her. Just front to back.

The cock was buried inside her for nothing more than the fullness and stimulation it gave her. This was all going to be clit work. She picked up the pace quickly, working her hips hard. She was not a teenager anymore, and the wear and tear of competitive gymnastics combined with childbirth and aging were against her. She must race to the finish line before her body betrayed her.

Faster and faster she went, trying to control her breathing to be able to control her body's own impending failure. She was in complete concentration as she worked faster and faster, her knuckles had turned white with her death grip on my fingers. Her large breasts swung heavily in time to her body's motions. Sweat began to bead up on her face and chest, and I watched her intently,   ignoring the building pressure of my own sexual organs.

I was rooting for her, silently in her corner hoping she could do it. I had never once seen her cum on a cock, real or fake. I had conditioned myself to receive my sexual satisfaction with her orgasms. Sharing in them as if they were my own. To see her actually climax while being fucked would be a new chapter in our sexual journey together and truly I wanted it as much or more than she did.

I could tell her stamina was fading, her frustration building as she knew her time was running out. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead and splashed down onto my chest. In a last ditch effort, she found another gear as her hips flew forward and back at a blinding speed. It was now or never for her.

I heard the low, gutteral moan telltale of her success. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she repeated again and again.

She had done it. Hold on a little bit more baby, I thought, ride it through.

"OH GOD, OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" her blasphemous cries echoed throughout the hotel room as she drove her body through her climax.

She was damn near screaming as she continued bucking back and forth, milking herself of everything inside her. She immediately froze, sitting upright,   face snarled up in extacy.

Then it happened. Something I never would have expected from her. Powerful jets of hot liquid shot from her vagina from just above where the huge cock impaled itself into her. She squirted all over me, soaking my belly, up to my chest. Three, four heavy streams hit my skin with enough force that I could feel their impact. It ran down my sides onto the sheets. As fast as it happened, she resumed her hip thrashing, trying to get more.

"OH GOD, OH FUCK!!" she yelled out, pulling another orgasm from her body.

Her rocking slowed to a halt. Her hands released mine and she fell to my chest, exhausted. I could feel her entire body shaking, convulsing, periodically twitching violently as her muscles relaxed from their abuse and the final throes of her orgasm came to the surface. My own orgasm was less important to me now than it had ever been. This is what I wanted. This was the sole reason I had ever asked to be denied, to be caged.

I knew I could never, ever do this for her, and she deserved to have it regularly. She was owed this, for having to settle for my mediocre sex for so long. I wanted for her, for us to experience this pleasure as often as possible. Her success in cumming on a cock was more satisfaction than I deserved,   her squirting on a cock was unreal. Nothing could top what I had just witnessed.

Then she put the icing on the cake.    After she came down and recovered, my wife slowly lifted herself up from the cock and shimmied her way up the bed, hovering her soaking wet, gaping hole above my face. I stared at it in awe. Swollen, red, dripping, and still wide open from the affects of the monster recently extracted from her insides, she was an absolute, utter mess.

It was a glorious sight. It was beautiful. Her pussy had never been more inviting to me. I wanted it so fucking bad. She was about to accommodate my desire. Slowly she lowered herself onto my face, drawing back sharply to protect herself from overstimulation. There was no need for her to spread herself open for me, she was still cavernous where the cock had been.

I loved sloppy pussy, and this was the sloppiest I had ever seen.   Her weight pushed my head hard into the pillow as she sat fully on my face. My mouth covered her entire vagina, my tongue stretching as far into her as it could. My nose was smashed firmly into her pelvis, cutting off all of my air. I couldn't breathe at all and I didn't care. It would be a great way to die. I explored everything I could reach with my tongue, mapping out her insides to the best of my abilities.  

Her cum drained into my mouth,   waking up my taste buds with a tangy kick. She was delicious and I savored every drop I could get. She could sense that I was literally about to suffocate and die, and with her fingers, pushed the fatty tissue at her pelvic bone in slightly, clearing my nasal passages to quickly exhale and draw in a fresh breath. My wife only allowed me to take one breath before she let go again.

I knew her clit was a  no-go area right now, she had just beat the living shit out of it. She would be sensitive for quite a while. I feasting at her for several more minutes until I started seeing stars. The lack of oxygen to my brain was causing me to pass out.

"You ready to die down there little girl?" she teased. "I don't think I have to tell you that that would never have happened with your tiny dick,   never." 

My wife then got up off my face and I could finally breathe again, I was slightly disappointed she wouldn't allow me to die that way. Death by pussy. What a way to go.

Sitting on the toilet my wife tried her hardest to pee. She always peed after sex, but squirting all over me had contracted her muscles and closed all her bladder functions down. Clearly this was no surprise to her, and she gave up quickly.

She came back to bed and barked at me, "Take that big fucking cock the fuck off and bring your little baby dicklet over here, I wanna laugh at it as I fall asleep. You can tickle me too bitch."

I removed the harness and set it on the table next to her bag. My lock clicked loudly against the cage when I moved back to the bed. I couldn't wait to press it into her big ass when I spooned her. I ran my fingers up and down her back, barely letting them come into contact with her skin as I traced her spine and where her ass met her back.

"That was absolutely the best thing I've ever seen," I told her, being completely honest.

"No thanks to you," was the reply I got.

The embarrassment and humiliation caused my dick to jump involuntarily several times in it's micro cage, and I knew she could feel it in between her cheeks. I imagined it making her smile.

"I love you baby, thank you for letting me experience that with you. Thank you for being selfish for once and keeping me locked up, and not letting me cum."

It sounded corny whenever I thanked her for locking me up, or denying me, I meant it though, and I wanted her to know.

"I love you too. I really do. I wish you had a real dick so we don't have to use that bastard of a strapon, but you don't. That's why you're staying locked, forever. That's why you'll never be in my pussy again, that's why you're gonna take my dick from now on, and that's why tomorrow you are going to pay dearly for that orgasm earlier that I never gave you permission to have." I couldn't wait.