Caught in Chastity 2

This story will not make much sense if you have not read part one.

I awoke the next morning thinking about how much my life had changed. It was impossible not to think about it, as my shaft was trying to burst out of its cage, which of course could not happen. Each time I thought I had reached the pinnacle of my desperation, I discovered I was not even close to the limits of my torment. Being locked up and knowing my only way out was to cut the cage off had been an incredible tease. Then discovering Laura and my ex had the keys, halfway across the country, had intensified things. Their teasing videos, audios, photos and comments turned out to be nothing compared to them actually being present, and me being able to go down on them. All with no relief for me.

But now, laying here next to my wife, staring transfixed at the key resting between her cleavage as she slept peacefully, wanting to be able to wake her by sliding into her, had me disoriented. I had to force myself to remain calm.

The night before, I'd had to carry my exhausted ex, Dana, to our guestroom and tuck her in.

When I returned to the master bedroom, I found Laura already asleep, completely sated. She had found the only dry spot, the only part of our bed not covered in girl cum. So, I could either go to the couch or choose to sleep in the huge wet spot from where she had experienced multiple orgasms and her first female ejaculation. I had missed her while she had been on her trip and wanted to be close... so I cuddled up to spoon her and dealt with the discomfort of the bed and my caged cock.

When she awoke, well rested and well sated, she was in a fabulous mood. She had already told me that my release would not even be considered until the next weekend, and then only if I performed as advertised for her friend Katrina.

So, I did not even ask. Besides, my straining manhood and the pre-cum leaking from the cage spoke for me.

Laura practically hopped from the bed, then leaned back down and gave me a joyous, tongue dancing kiss. She finished with a playful, "Muah!"

She stood, did a little shake of her butt and boobs, and giggled at Little Dan's response.

"Why don't you toss our bedding into the washer, then meet me in the kitchen. I am making you a big breakfast, stud."

She slipped on some PJs (which accented her butt) and headed out the bedroom door. She was met in the hallway by an equally bubbly Dana, my ex-wife. She was also wearing PJ's, which barely contained her DDs and her big butt.

They were both on cloud 9 as they looked back at me.

Dana said, "You know what they say about good, Earth-shattering sex, it either puts you to sleep or makes you really hungry. Well, I slept like a baby! I came so fucking hard!"

Laura grinned, "Me too! And now I am starved! Howabout you, stud?"

As I was pulling the sheets from the bed, I smiled wanly, "I am very hungry... for ya'll..."

They both said, "Awww..." together, then Laura added, "Remember... no clothes for you."

Then they disappeared down the hall.

When I made it to the kitchen, I found them both working together on the big breakfast. I was told to have a seat, with my chair sideways so they could "admire" me. I was given a coffee and told to relax... to the extent my needy "pecker" would allow me to.

They continued to dote upon me, explaining that they wanted to show their appreciation since they could not give me what I obviously wanted most.

I could have pointed out that they both wore a key between their breasts and could, in fact, give me what I wanted if they chose. But Laura had set the parameters... no cumming for Dan until Katrina had been taken care of, and I knew my wife. Once she decided something, it did not change. She was not being hateful, this was just her habit, whether it was business or home decor. Or now, my chastity.

After breakfast cleanup, we moved to the back patio, where we sat letting our food settle, sipping coffee, and chatting about our new dynamic.

I was pensive. We have a tall privacy fence, but I WAS sitting naked out in broad daylight. When I said something, Laura, simply smiled reassuringly. But my lack of clothing apparently included the back patio, also.

I did not ask many questions, preferring to just pick up on things from their discussion as much as possible. As a result, much of their conversation was carried on as if I were not a part of things, which of course, I was.

Dana asked, "So, umm... what access should I expect to our... uh, YOUR boy here, going forward?"

I was a little surprised they had not already discussed this subject, considering they had known about my chastity for two weeks and I had serviced them both the previous evening.

Laura grinned, and laughed playfully, "Well. Look at you miss 'I'm only doing this as a favor to you.' What changed your mind?"

Dana blushed furiously, embarrassed that her disdain for me had been outed. She recovered quickly, though. "Honestly? I had no idea how good it would feel getting ate out, knowing I didn't have to get laid as part of it. I think that is what relaxed me and turned me on to the point that I squirted. And... nobody has ever made me do that before."

Laura feigned concern, "So do I need to worry about you trying to steal him back?"

Dana flipped her off for picking on her, then shook her head, smiling, "Oh, hell no. I wouldn't do that to YOU anyway, but as good as it was, getting my pussy eaten would not be worth all his other nerdy behavior. That you seem to like."

Laura asked, "So, how much access do you want?"

Again, it was not lost on me that nobody was asking me. I knew I should be offended, but losing my self-determination HAD been part of my fantasies.

Dana considered, "Well... I overheard you tell him that he would NEVER fuck me, and that was part of why you were okay with him going down on me. And honestly, that is part of the attraction. I do not WANT to fuck him. I also don't like whoring around too much now that I'm single. If I don't need to get laid to date, maybe I'll have a better chance of finding a good guy. And yes, the idea of being able to force my ex to take care of MY needs while HE suffers, is a huge fucking turn on."

Wow. I mean, being used and denied was my fantasy, but hearing her put it that way was pretty demeaning.

Laura responded thoughtfully, "I don't think I want you to just stop over anytime you want. But I absolutely want to help you out. Howabout if you check in with me when you want to be serviced, so I can make sure he is locked up and has time to do things right?"

Dana's eyes lit up, "That would be great!" Then, looking at me, "Are you okay with that, Danny?"

Before I could answer, Laura answered for me, "He is very okay with it, aren't you, Danny?"

I nodded.

Dana blushed again, "I'm gonna have to get home and get situated for work tomorrow. Do you mind if I get some before I go, since I don't know how long it'll be?"

Laura smiled, "Of course! I am really sated, so it may be a while before he gets another snack from me."

She indicated that I should drop before my ex and get to it, right there on the patio. Dana chortled as she slid her PJ bottoms off and scooted forward on her chair.

My cock pressed even harder against the confines of his prison. I felt as if I was starving for my "snack."

I slid my body beneath her chair, so that I was in a comfortable sitting position with my face in her sex. Being on my knees that long on the rough surface of the patio would not have lent itself well to concentration.

Speaking of concentration, the ladies continued to discuss ideas and possible "rules" for me as I suckled her nether lips and her clitoris, until Dana could no longer concentrate. Her breathing became ragged, she began thrusting her hips forward, and soon she was crying out as she had an orgasm.

She was trying to be quiet, but I had to wonder whether the neighbors were all stepping outside to see where the passionate cries were coming from.

She was in the middle of her release when she latched both hands onto my head, and rasped out, "The thing... do... the thing..."

I understood. I slid two fingers into her womanhood easily, curled them and massaged her G-spot while continuing to bathe her clit with my tongue.

"Ohhhgawwwd... FFFUUUCKYES..."

There was no hiding it now. Her screams as she shook violently and soaked me with her female ejaculation could possibly get the police called.

I was trembling also, thrusting my hips in a desperate need for contact.

When she fell back into the chair and calmed, I thought, well, hell, at least the patio will be easier to clean than the bedroom.

Laura and I helped Dana stand and walk to the shower on shaky legs.

I was surprised when Laura told me to undress her and help my ex-wife bathe. Then she explained, "I'm not into touching girls. Its not like you haven't seen her naked before, and you can't get any more intimate than having your tongue in her twat."

After Dana had recovered her strength enough and we took her home, Laura and I bathed each other. She had me do my trick with the shower gel, explaining that she did not want to get into the complicated process of releasing me... she wanted to spend our last day before work snuggling on the couch watching movies. Which is what we did. We snacked, chatted, and she lackadaisically caressed my chest, arms, and what little was exposed of my privates. This kept me aroused.

As we lay in bed that night, she told me that she was really enjoying my chastity play, as she caressed me some more.

Knowing I could not have any relief, I began to kiss my way down her body. My purpose was two-fold. If I could not cum, I could give her orgasms, make her happy, and enjoy the intensity of release vicariously through her.

I was surprised when she stopped me and urged me to lay back down with her. Seeing my expression, she explained, "You took really good care of me last night; I am still very well sated. I think Dana only wanted more today is because she knew she wouldn't get more for awhile. I think you're gonna have to get accustomed to the idea that there will be times I am not horny, even though you are."

I don't know which was worse... or better, for my denial fantasies. Experiencing her orgasms or being made to do nothing. She caressed me some more, letting me know she loved me, and was not just ignoring me.

I smiled, a little, "I understand. You're right. I don't know which is more of a tease."

She ran a fingernail across my swollen balls, making Little Dan jump, "Are you still enjoying your fantasy? Or are you learning it is more than you thought?"

I had to think for a minute about how to phrase my response, "I... um... it IS much more frustrating than I thought it would be... I need to cum so bad. But at the same time, I like the almost constant sexual high, and I want you constantly. I know I'm fucked up, but I love the torment."

I was a little surprised about the enthusiasm in her response, "YAY!"

Then she was quick to add, "I don't want you to think I don't want Little Dan. I do miss feeling your hard, hot dick inside of me... I miss feeling your cum painting my insides... and you sharing an orgasm with me..."

She laughed as a dollop of pre-cum seeped from my cage, "But I am really enjoying this too!"

The next day at work was even more frustrating than before. Now I knew Laura had the key; now cutting the cage off was not even an option because I would be disappointing Laura. Most of the women at work were not being sexual in any way. But a flash of thigh, a low-cut blouse, a flick of the hair, was all it took to make my dick throb. And then there were the women like Simone... single, on the prowl, obviously horny, and always flirtatious with everyone. She made it apparent that she would not care whether a guy was married or not.

I don't know whether she could smell pheromones, if it was my demeanor, or a female sixth sense, but she seemed to know something was up with me. So, I was getting even more attention from her than the other guys.

As a result, I got no down time from being aroused day and night.

That evening, Laura was more flirtatious. When I got home, she reminded me about the no clothes in the house for me rule. Then she stripped down herself so that I got to look at her fantastic bod all evening.

That night in bed, it was her that pushed my head downwards to her nether regions. As I began to kiss her labia, she sighed, "Oh, thank you... I have been thinking about this ALL day..."

I took my time, which was no small feat considering how worked up I was. I wanted to devour her. Instead, I stuck to what I knew she liked. I drove my tongue into her, licked her from the bottom to the top of her sex, then casually bathed her bud with my flattened tongue. Then when she began pressing back against my face, I pointed my tongue and began lashing her clit from all directions.

She placed both hands on the back of my head, thrust herself against my face, and cried out as her orgasm overtook her.

As she calmed, I went back to lightly caressing her nether lips with my lips, working her back up for another round.

I actually whined when she pulled me back up beside her. I had wanted to give her multiple, shattering orgasm, not just one.

She giggled playfully, "You said its all about ME, right?"

I nodded.

"Well, that is all I needed. A nice, relaxing orgasm before going to sleep. Thank you, baby, I love you so much. Now spoon me, so I can go to sleep feeling your caged dick pressed against me."

The next morning, she woke me up by straddling my face and riding me to another good, satisfying orgasm. Then she hopped up to get ready for work, "Thank you, baby. That is the way to begin the day!"

Work was getting worse... or better, if you are a chastity-tease-denial fetishist like me. Simone was practically targeting me now. I am not bad looking, but I know I am not a hunk. And I am married. No matter, apparently. She found reasons to stop by my office several times a day, leaning over my desk and letting her impressive cleavage practically fall out of her top as she spoke. Once I made the mistake of rolling my chair back to grab something off of a shelf. When I turned back around, her plump ass was sitting on my desk right where I normally sat. She had her skirt hiked up, and I could see her panties.

"Like what you see?"

"Uh-huh... uh, sorry, I'm married."

She shimmied her hips but stood. She pointed at my wedding ring, "That don't fill no holes."

I was not a cheater. But even if I were, I couldn't "fill no holes" for her either.

By Thursday morning, it had become apparent that performing cunnilingus just before bed and first thing in the morning for my loving wife was going to be a new part of our routine.

She had let me make her cum twice before she got up. As we were in the bathroom, me shaving and her applying her makeup, she brought it up.

"Are you still doing okay with this?"

I smiled, "It is driving me absolutely fucking nuts, but yes, I love it."

"What about me making you go down on me morning and night?" She was looking in the mirror, applying her lipstick. Very sexy.

"I think I love that most of all."

She grinned, "Great! Because I think I want that to be something we always do, even if you aren't caged. I cannot tell you how good I have been sleeping... its better than a sleeping pill. And those morning cums? I am on cloud 9 all day! The girls at work are teasing me about getting some every morning!"

She kissed me on the cheek, "And for some reason, knowing you are being entirely selfless, and are left wanting each time, has me so fucking horny."

She leaned her sexy butt against the counter. "I do still want Little Dan. But... you know how we don't normally have sex during the week?"

I nodded, still shaving.

"It's because of the mess. If we fuck before bed, I have to get up and go clean up before I can go to sleep. If we do it in the morning, the same thing... I don't have time for that before work..."

She held up her fist in a "girl power" sign and laughed joyously, "This is so fucking EMPOWERING! I get a sleepy time cum and a start my day cum, and don't have to worry about cleanup."

She kissed me again, "Thank you for being such a pervert and thinking of all of this!"

That evening, as we were preparing for bed, I broached a subject of my own, one I was afraid might get me in trouble.

"Uh, can I ask you a question?"

She shrugged, "Of course."

"Can you... can women... tell when a guy is... umm... needy? Horny?"

She looked at me as if to say, what a stupid question. "Well, yeah. I mean, all men are horn dogs, but then, when they get an erection its pretty damned obvious."

"But what if they have a small dick? Or are... umm... like me? Can you sense pheromones or something?"

She looked at me curiously, "You mean like you as in caged?"

"Uh-huh."

Now her hackles were up, "Who's after you?"

Well. Obviously, I was three steps behind as usual.

"Well, I thought I was imagining it, because Simone flirts with everybody. But she has been extra flirty with me this week..."

She arched that eyebrow, "And?"

"Earlier this week she sat on my desk and lifted her skirt where I could see her panties... asked if I liked it. When I said I was married... she made it obvious that she didn't care..."

She sat on the bed. "Wow."

"I mean, obviously I'm not sporting a hard-on, and I haven't come on to her or anyone else... but I am really, really horny, even at work."

"That is not getting you out of your cage. If anything, it means you will wear it at work always."

I blushed, "I'm not trying to get let out... I just didn't want you to think I was doing anything, and I need to know how to handle it..."

She actually grinned lasciviously at me, "To answer your question, yes we can tell. All the girls at your work know something is up with you. They probably just think you aren't getting any at home. Slutty Simone is just the only one willing to act on it."

She moved into her place on the bed, "Let me think about what you should do. For now, don't do anything, let her tease you. Now... get over here and do for me what she wants you to do for her... it turns me on knowing other women want you, since I know they cannot have you."

It really must have turned her on. She took two orgasms before work Friday morning too.

As she was leaving for work, she kissed me, "Don't forget, Katrina is coming over Saturday so you can introduce her to cunnilingus. I expect you to make it memorable for her... so she will know what to demand from guys going forward."

I winked, "How could I forget? I'm looking forward to making you proud, and to maybe getting relief myself?"

She made a production of mock indignation, "YOU were not supposed to ask! Now I have to think of a punishment for you."

In my mind, I had only been mentioning, hopefully, a scheduling subject like she had done. But she was right, I had asked. I shrugged, hoping the punishment would be enjoyable, at least.

That evening when I got home, I found both of my "wives" there already. They had already gotten comfortable and were sipping wine in the living room. Both of them wore only long plaid T-shirts which came down to their knees... something to keep them warm, but... accessible.

Laura hopped up and met me, hugging me close and giving me a big kiss, "Welcome home, honey! I love you!"

I could feel her erect nipples pressing against my chest through the fabric of our clothes. I had been teased all day by Simone, who was still trying to convince me to break my vows. Now this. I felt as if I was going to cum in my cage. It felt so good... so close but yet seemingly impossible.

She was already a bit intoxicated... and intoxicating. She cupped my cage in one hand, "Baby, I want you to play man servant to us tonight... will you do that?"

It was, of course, a rhetorical question, since she literally and figuratively held my balls in her hand. But I thought it was nice of her to ask so sweetly. "Yes, ma'am. I am at your service."

"Goody!"

She leaned in close, "Just remember I love you, and it is all in good fun and fantasy... because this is the last time I will be nice to you this weekend... okay?"

I gulped, "Um... yes, ma'am."

She swatted me on the ass, hard. "Good. Now get your ass in the bedroom, strip, and start dinner."

Once again, we had the whole clothed female, nude male thing going on as I prepared our meal and served it to them. I mean, they were not wearing much, but enough to put me in my place.

After I had prepared our meal, served it to them, then cleaned up the dishes while they relaxed in the living room, I joined them to see what else they had in store for me.

I was instructed to refill their wine glasses. When I had done so, and returned with a whiskey for myself, I found the attitude had changed in another way. Previously, I had been encouraged to have a drink to relax me... all of this was new, and I had been very anxious. Now, their priorities had changed.

Laura spoke pleasantly, but firmly, "Oh, no you don't. Break in time is over, sweetheart. No alcohol for you... it might deaden your senses or diminish your... capabilities. Only water or coffee for the help."

I was somewhat pleasantly surprised about how my submission was handled. I expected, from the stories and videos I had watched over the years, to find myself kneeling as they did whatever they were going to do. Perhaps that would have been better, considering. But I was pleased, nonetheless.

When I was not fetching snacks or more wine, I was told to sit between them on the couch.

They wanted to watch a romcom. As they watched it, they sipped wine, chatted with each other, and almost absent-mindedly caressed me. My legs, sides, my chest, and occasionally my caged member.

It did not appear to be with the intent of arousing me, but of course it definitely had that affect. It seemed entirely unplanned... but I figured my ex-wife casually playing with me in front of my current wife must have been agreed upon in advance. I felt like I was on the edge almost continuously. And that would only get worse.

The romcom they had selected ended up having a lot of sex scenes in it. Not pornographic, but racy at least. I was surprised when they began to talk about some of the positions used, including guys going down on girls. Dana commented about how I was obviously much better and accommodating at "eating pussy" than the guys in the show. Laura pointed out that they could not tie up an hour's worth of screen time like I would. They both laughed a great deal about that.

As one of the scenes showed the couple in the missionary position, Laura grabbed my caged package and pulled it this way and that, "Damn, I sure do miss his dick... I really need to be fucked... it seems like its been forever."

Dana placed her hand on Laura's, covering my throbbing member, "I understand. He really does have a nice dick... that head is so big, even if the rest of him is just average."

I could not believe this conversation was happening. Damnit, I needed to cum.

Then they decided that, if they could not have any dick, they could at least watch someone else getting it. Laura switched the TV to the internet, and they giggled as they entered search parameters for what they wanted to watch. Interestingly it had nothing to do with chastity or cuckolding. They wanted "big dicks" and "fucking."

They wanted to see someone getting a good, hard fucking. They weren't teasing me... this really was all about them. I loved it, and it tormented me all the more.

Laura, "OMG, that cannot be real. Its huge."

Dana, "None of it seems real, huh? That girl is obviously faking it."

I raised my hand for permission to speak, and it was granted. "Um... add amateur to your search parameters."

Laura, "Our little pervy porn expert. Thank you, that is much better."

The "equipment", while still much larger than me, seemed more "real." The girl was obviously experiencing a real orgasm when she did, which took awhile.

Dana, "Damn. I know Little Dan is at least average, but this guy puts him to shame..."

I don't know if she was going for small penis humiliation, or if the alcohol just made her honest, but it had an effect on me. I thought, damn I need to cum. I felt as if I could edge at any moment.

As if we were on the same page, Laura murmured, "DAMN, I need to cum."

She grabbed my hair and guided me to my knees before her gently. I did not need to be told what to do as she spread her thighs and hiked her long shirt up to expose herself. I could smell her arousal. I could see it glistening on the soft flesh of her womanhood.

I began kissing my way up her left thigh, but she grabbed my hair again and pulled me straight into her crotch. I got the message and went straight for her clit.

Before long, with me lashing her bud hungrily, she grabbed both of my ears with both of her hands and was fucking my face as she cried out. It was muffled, but I could hear the orgasmic cries of the woman on the video also.

All of those orgasms, Laura's scent and taste, her slippery flesh pressing against my face, had me almost frantic. I could not help but thrust my hips forward repeatedly... I was right on the edge I was so excited. Or Little Dan was. It was taking everything I had to maintain my focus on ensuring that my wife got the most satisfying orgasms that I could give her.

She was shaking with incredible release; I was shaking with incredible frustration.

I cried out, "Oh, please!" It was muffled by her nether lips, and I quickly got back on task. It was strange because I as begging to cum... and at the same time I was begging not to cum.

When Laura fell back, sated for the moment, I leaned up. I saw motion to my left and looked to see Dana pointing a finger downward to her sex. The fingers on that hand were wet; she had apparently been pleasuring herself, but now that my tongue was available, she preferred me.

I crawled between her thighs and received the same demanding treatment.

Several times more each they passed me back and forth. It was if watching the other use me and orgasm, while watching the girls on the TV get a hard fucking, made them needy all over again.

Laura had just finished cumming when I looked up to see Dana whispering in her ear. Laura nodded and giggled, as if giving permission.

Dana guided me to sit on the couch again. Then she swung one leg over me and straddled me cowgirl style. Of course, she could not mount me... what was she up to?

She reached down and lifted her long T-shirt up and off, exposing her naked body. I tried to contain myself, lest I anger Laura. I know it sounds silly, considering, but I did not want to create one of those issues I would hear about for years. Guys will know what I'm talking about, reasonable or not.

I love Laura's body... it is perfect. I love her freckled B cup breasts.

But Dana... Dana has wonderfully shaped and firm DD breasts with large areola and very pronounced nipples. They have always garnered her much attention, free drinks at bars, and her ex-husband's worship when we were married.

She shook them back and forth in front of me slowly, making them jiggle, then pulled my head down to feed me one of her erect nipples. Ohhgawwd. I was definitely losing my ability to remain stoic.

As I have said before, my cage had an inline, built in locking mechanism. The tube was pointed straight down, nestled between my swollen testicles. There were no vent holes, only the hole at the tip so I could urinate or leak pre-cum, which I did a LOT. So I could feel nothing on my penis, and the cage was very sleek.

I describe this so you will have some understanding of the sensations I felt when Dana lowered her nether lips onto my cage and began masturbating her clit with it. It worked perfectly for her purpose, as the tube was nestled between her labia, giving her a "dildo" to slide across.

I could not feel her on my shaft, but between her weight and the warmth of her sex, and her soft lips grazing my balls, I certainly knew what was happening.

My little buddy was pressing harder than he ever had against the cage... I felt the "I'm about to cum" sensations on his head, and my balls were trying to draw up close to my shaft... which of course they could not do.

Dana's breathing was growing increasingly ragged as she humped my caged cock, I sucked one nipple and tweaked the other with my fingers. I was groaning into her fleshy orbs.

The Laura got in on the act. There was no girl-on-girl action, although incidentally they had to touch each other. Laura began twisting my nipples with one hand, and with the other she was lightly caressing my perineum. Then... then she upped the ante my slowly inserting one finger into my ass and gently fucking me with it. There was plenty of lubrication from Dana's fluids.

I was on absolute overload.

And then it happened. What I had hoped would not happen, even as I hoped it would.

I came.

My first ever ruined orgasm. But it was so intense.

My testicles were forcibly held away from my body, so it was never going to be the relief of a full on, powerful blast of all my semen and built-up frustrations.

Add to that the position of my cock. Picture a water hose that is bent nearly double, but somehow the fluid is still forced through it.

I felt as if a ball bearing was very slowly being forced through my urethra, a stream of cum very gradually emitted from my cage.

I felt the sensations of an orgasm, but in slow motion and very muted. My face was buried in Dana's breast as I screamed. My entire body was shaking and trembling.

Dana was cumming... SHE got a powerful, body wracking orgasm.

Mine dribbled to a stop, providing no relief, no diminishing of my sexual high.

I lay there, almost delirious as the girls recovered. Now they sat next to me again, looking at me.

Dana, "Wow... you actually nutted in your cage..."

Laura, "Yeah... I cannot believe you came in your cage... and with HER instead of me..."

Dana, "You know... if he can cum in his cage... maybe there is no reason to ever let him out..."

Laura, "Hey, you're right... I was gonna let him out to fuck me this weekend so he could cum... but he just did, didn't he?"

I almost broke down as I tried to explain that it was a ruined orgasm, there was no relief at all.

I saw the twinkle in their eyes and realized I was being fucked with... and not the way I wanted to be. Of course, they knew what a ruined orgasm was.

Laura laughed pleasantly, "It still counted as an orgasm, Skippy, ruined or not. I could just decide ruined orgasms will be the only kind you're allowed. You should have seen the look on your face when it happened!"

Then she showed she really had taken the stories to heart and showed the lovingly sadistic parts SHE liked. She used the fingers she had not just shoved up my ass, and scooped up some of the cum I had just expelled. Then she fed it it me. Dana thought that was hilarious and did the same. They took turns until my package was all clean.

The rest of the evening was fairly tame by comparison. The most interesting thing was that Dana pulled her top down to display more cleavage. I finally figured out why. In my delirium, I had left hickies across her beautiful breasts. She was leaving them exposed so I had to look at the little bruises... a constant reminder of my strangled orgasm.

When we went to bed that night, Laura lay her head on my chest, while cupping my cage with one hand. She spoke sweetly, "Thank you for taking such good care of me today... I am sooo sated. Try and get some good sleep, you have a big day tomorrow. Katrina will be here about one, and I promised her you would take good care of her."

Then she drifted off to sleep. Of course, I knew what the next day was... it was "K" Day in my thoughts all week. Not only was I looking forward to experiencing Katrina all week, but I was also nervous about pleasing her for her sake, and for my sake, since I had been told only through her satisfaction could I get any myself.

I was up for quite awhile. Would I be allowed to cum if I made her happy? Or had Laura been serious about my ruined orgasm being all I would get? That only ruined orgasms would be lot going forward. I hoped she was just messing with me. I was not allowed to ask about my release, or my orgasms... so I was left only to wonder.

I looked down at the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully on my chest. I considered in amazement the contradiction. She was so sweet, so loving, and so devoted to me. Yet at the same time she was playing the part of the deviously creative and sadistic domme so well. I felt loved and tormented at the same time.

It was my fantasies come to life. What had I gotten myself into?

Saturday morning was somewhat surreal. The way they were behaving, as if everything were perfectly normal, almost made me question whether I had imagined all that had happened. They cooked breakfast and chatted like the best friends they were, being deferential to me. I was told to sit and sip the coffee they brought me while checking the news, etc on my phone. Very relaxing.

They did not act like wife and ex-wife. The only indication of our adventures was the fact that they were still dressed (PJs this morning) and I was still not permitted clothing. And yes, Little Dan was still reminding me of his long-denied condition.

While we were eating, Laura brought things somewhat back to our new reality, unknowingly reassuring me that I had not lost my mind.

Pointing at me with a piece of bacon, she began, as if giving kind advice, "When Katrina gets here, you need to remember that she is not like us."

I was taken aback, "You know I don't care about that... she is a sweetheart. I mean, I've never happened to have dated a black girl before, so I've never been with one, but I would have if the opportunity had presented itself."

She looked at me as if I were a dumbass for a moment before continuing, "I know that doofus. I meant, she isn't one of your wives, she isn't going to shove your face in her crotch or tell you to eat her ass. I mean, she's not a virgin by any means. But the fact she never had anyone go down on her before says something. And you're right, she is a sweetie, so she may be hesitant about being with someone else's husband. Even though it was her idea."

I relaxed a bit, "OH. I get it now. I may need to actually lead a little?"

She winked at me, "I have faith in you... you wooed me."

Dana piped up, less convivially, "Me too."

The doorbell rang at 1 PM on the dot. Not 12:59, not 1:01. It made me wonder whether she had been sitting in her car waiting.

Laura would not let me dress to answer the door, not to hide behind it. She also would not allow me to look out of the peephole to make sure it was Katrina ringing.

So, when I swung the door open, it was an open bet whether Katrina or I was more nervous. The ladies were watching intently as Kat stepped inside, and they both tittered giddily because they had been right.

Katrina was obviously discombobulated by my nudity and my seeping caged manhood. Yes, she had seen photos, but being in person hit home. She was flushed and stammering.

I smiled in an attempt to calm her, but I was not yet comfortable either.

Laura called for her to sit with them, and they talked while I got them all a drink... wine again. By the time I got back, they had Katrina calmed down, somewhat.

She still seemed nervous. I was "standing by" but after a few minutes I decided I should act and try to do what Laura had encouraged me to do. I inserted myself into the conversation, asking Katrina if she would like to join me on the patio, so we could get to know each other better.

She looked to the other ladies apprehensively. Laura smiled reassuringly, "It's what you came here for... with my 100% approval, I might add."

I got both myself and Katrina a new glass of wine. While she drank hers, I sipped mine slowly. As Laura had suggested, I did not need to be intoxicated. But I did not want Katrina to feel she was drinking alone.

It was, of course, awkward sitting out on the patio naked with a clothed woman; but I was growing accustomed to awkward situations.

I chatted her up about her job and other events not related to our purpose. Then I gradually moved things to the sexual.

"I want you to know that YOU are in charge completely when we get to the bedroom, okay?"

She hesitated, "I, uh... I'm not into the dominatrix stuff... whips and chains, I don't think I have the demeanor for that..."

I smiled placidly, "Me neither, unless Laura decides to try that. No, what I meant, was that if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, all you have to do is say so. And by the same token, if I do something you really like, do not hesitate to tell me."

I placed a hand softly on her arm, "This works... because it truly is all about you. Not just because I am locked up. It should always be about you, even with guys who aren't locked up. Us guys will get ours... take what you want."

"Oh! Thank you, I think I get what you mean. Its okay to be selfish."

I nodded, "Exactly. And in this case, I am here for you to use me."

We talked about their trip, and some of the funny things that happened.

Laura and Dana were sitting inside, watching us begin to laugh together. I was not privy to their conversation but learned of it later.

"I know he is supposed to relax her, but good grief. Get to it, already." Dana never was a patient one.

Laura chided, "You remember how smooth he can be when he puts his mind to it. He'll get her there... in more ways than one..."

Dana switched gears, "So. Between me and now Katrina, this will be two women he's had. When are you gonna fulfill his cuckold fantasies? I'm tellin' ya, there's nothing wrong with his dick game, but bigger can be better..."

Laura considered, "Well, technically ya'll are having him, he is not having you. In fact, other than that ruined release in his cage, he hasn't cum in weeks, much less HAD anybody."

They laughed, and she continued, "Cuckolding is more complicated than you think."

"How so?"

She explained, "You always call us nerds. In a way, that's true. You know me... I cannot just go out and pick up a random guy in a bar for a one-night stand. It has to be someone I like, someone I trust, someone I WANT. That is a much more serious dynamic. If it ever happens, I will have to be careful."

About that time, they were interrupted by the French doors swinging open. The wine and our chat had the desired effect.

I had no idea what they had been talking about at the time. I gave a little parade wave as Katrina, giggling, dragged me along behind her by my cage.

She looked at them, "Wish me luck!"

Dana laughed, "Maybe we should be wishing HIM luck..."

We entered the guest bedroom and Katrina stopped, poking her head back out the door to ask, "Are we supposed to leave the door open, or closed?"

The girls gave each other a look, then Laura answered, "I imagine you would be more comfortable with it closed, and if he does things right, we'll be able to hear you anyway..."

After shutting the door, Katrina stepped into my arms, smiling shyly. I leaned in and kissed her. I had intended a brief signal of affection, but once our lips were joined, apparently neither of us wanted it to end. Her plump, soft lips felt like heaven. I know I'm a pig, but I'm sure all guys have had the same thought in that moment. I wondered how they would feel enveloping my erection, were I able to have one.

She was dressed conservatively; blue jeans, a T-Shirt, bra and panties. As we kissed, she kicked her tennis shoes off. I broke the kiss just long enough to pull her top over her head, then resumed the kiss as I unfastened her bra and tossed it aside.

Then I dropped to my knees before her and gently pulled her jeans down and off.

As I pulled her black silk panties down, she stated the obvious in a small voice, "I decided to shave for you... I hope its not too ugly..."

Tossing her panties with the other clothes, I leaned forward and kissed her genitalia, "Are you kidding? You are magnificently beautiful."

And she was. Plump, juicy nether lips and a very obvious clitoris which was already aroused and prominently asking for attention.

"You smell and taste wonderful too. I cannot wait to devour you... but I have to take care of you properly first."

I picked her up and playfully tossed her onto the bed with a bounce. She giggled. I followed her and nudged her to lay on her stomach.

My word, she had a fantastic body. Very much in shape, with a bubble butt that I craved to kiss. But I had to take my time.

"First, you get a full body massage..."

I began with her hands, working my way up her arms to her shoulders, alternating between light caresses which raised goose bumps and firm massage which released any stress.

As I kneaded her shoulders and her neck, she murmured, "Oh, damn, you're good..."

"Well, I love doing it, and Laura had trained me well on massage long before she found out about the chastity thing."

I straddled that beautiful butt as I worked her shoulders and back. I wedged my cage between her cheeks... normally I did this as a tease with my firm erection for Laura, so she would be thinking about the penetration to come. Of course I could not do that now, so I hoped the firmness of my cage would have an effect. It apparently did, as Katrina unconsciously thrust her buttocks up against it, as if willing me to penetrate her.

As I worked my way down her back and sides, I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders... sucking on them enough to leave the first hickies I would give her.

She moaned, "Ohh, fuck me that feels good."

Oh, how I wished I could.

When I made it to her sweet ass, I massaged it thoroughly, then I did kiss it, making love to it with my mouth.

I worked my way down the backs of her thighs and legs to her feet. Then I urged her to roll over so I could pay homage to her front.

But first, those feet. I do not have a foot fetish... I have a fetish for pleasing my lover. Most women know a good foot rub feels good, but they do not realize what an errogenous zone they are. Kissing and sucking her foot, then using my thumb to press along the center of the bottom of it, she mewled in shock as she had her first mild orgasm. I took my time with the other foot for the same result.

"Omg..."

I worked my way up her front until I had reached her womanhood, or near it. She spread her thighs in invitation and thrust upward. I could see and smell her arousal.

But it wasn't time yet. I grazed her labia lightly, eliciting a moan, as I continued up her flat tummy to her breasts. After I caressed and massaged them, I gave them a lengthy oral treatment also. I left hickies which had her squirming for more before I began lashing her nipples with my tongue as I soon would her clit. She came again.

I moved as if to penetrate her missionary style while we enjoyed another long kissing session. I placed my cage at her entrance, and she thoughtlessly tried to fuck it.

She was almost as needy as I was. My cock felt like it would burst through the cage; I again felt like I might lose it and cum in spite of my confinement.

But at least we could do something about her need. I smiled down into her eyes, "Are you ready?"

She whined plaintively, "Oh, gawd, please, Daniel... I NEED you..."

"Make me..."

She looked confused at first then the light came on... I was encouraging her to take control. To take what she wanted.

She laughed softly as she placed her hands on top of my head and pushed me downwards to her womanhood.

"Make me cum, Daniel... show me what you can do for me."

I settled in, laying between her thighs, inhaling her intoxicating scent. I took a moment to take in the contours of her genitalia, her plump nether lips, the clitoral hood and her very pronounced, very aroused clitoris.

I thought about how perfect this position would be for her. Laying prone, her head nestled in a pillow, she could just relax and focus on her body and the sensations.

In the past, I had always lay Laura or other lovers I had been with crossways on the bed so I could kneel on the floor. This was because if I lay on the mattress during multiple orgasms for my lover, there was a good chance (I had learned the hard way) that the excitement and the friction, especially if they bounced during their orgasms, would cause me to lose it and spurt all over the bed. I would be of no use to them when they urged me to plunge into them if that happened. But on the floor before them, my burgeoning erection simply swung free with no contact. I would still be so excited that I would not last long... but at least I wasn't flaccid with a pool of semen beneath me when they wanted my dick.

I smiled. Now that did not matter. Not only would my cage, tightly holding my cock, prevent friction, but my lover would not be asking for penile penetration anyway.

"What's wrong? Am I gross?" Katrina was wondering at the delay.

"Quite the opposite, gorgeous. I was just admiring how beautiful you from down here before I enjoy you..."

I kissed both of her thighs, then pointed my tongue and softly traced the outer edges of her nether lips... then did the same along the ridge of their lips.

"Ohhhgawwwwd..."

I first thought she was being overly kind and wondered whether I should kindly admonish her not to fake it, so I would better know what she liked. Then it occurred to that she HAD been honest with us. She had never, ever experienced a tongue or loving kisses on her womanhood. It must feel incredibly amazing, being her very first time.

I tenderly sucked her labia into my mouth one at a time, licking them softly within the warmth if my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm..."

I moved down to the bottom of her vagina, darting my tongue across the tender flesh there and briefly across her anal bud.

"OH!" A surprised, yet pleased reaction. A man being willing to kiss her there had apparently never occurred to her. I put that away in my memory for later.

I inserted my tongue as far as I could inside her and licked upwards and downwards several times, eliciting more moans.

It had been several minutes... I hoped I had her thinking "this feels good, but..."

I flattened my tongue and bathed her clitoris with it, gently making love to it.

She mewled, "Oh, fuck yeah... that's what I'm talking about..." She subconsciously pressed against my face, seeking more.

I gave it to her. Pointing my tongue, I began lashing her bud side to side, up and down, and swirled it around on my tongue.

"Aaaayeeueyahhhh!!!"

There had been the anticipation for over a week, the relaxing talk, the massage, then my expertly edging her for a good long time, even though she did not know it. Now that I was lovingly attacking her bud, it all exploded in a full body wracking, continuous series of orgasms. Her entire body was quivering, she was fucking my face, and I had to grasp her body in my strong arms to keep my target in place.

Her orgasmic screams were echoing through the house and probably for the neighbors.

Laura and Dana, having moved out onto the patio, high fived each other.

Just when she thought she was done, I sent her into another flurry.

When I finally did let her come down, I tenderly kissed her labia, then her thighs, up her abdomen, her breasts and her lovely throat. I was being careful to relax her, not over sensitizing her. I was pleased when she pulled me in for a kiss, even though I was covered in her fluids. She was going to be a wild one, now that she knew this was out there.

We kissed for awhile. I saw the surprise in her eyes when she realized that she was ready for more, so soon. I smiled reassuringly, letting her know this was normal and I was "up" for it.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." She whispered as she shoved me down to her crotch again.

She did not yet know that I could do this all day... that I hungered for her sex and her pleasure as much as she did.

Eight more times we did this. The last time I introduced her to the massage of her G-spot along with cunnilingus.

I was rewarded with more screams, more thrashing about, and being soaked with her very first female ejaculation.

I had to wonder how Laura was handling Katrina's cries of, "Oh, oh! Oh, Dan I love you! Thank you!"

She had raised her midsection up when she came so hard she ejaculated, and I had to raise up on my knees to keep my mouth where it belonged. When she had spent herself, she collapsed back onto the bed, nearly unconscious. She kept mumbling, "Oh... oh... ohhh... I can still feel it... ohhhh..."

I wanted to cuddle up with her and hold her while she recovered. But realizing I was covered from head to toe in her fluids, I thought better of it.

I had been experiencing my own lack of everything she was having throughout, but now that she was finished, I had nothing to distract me. I moaned at my own frustrated sensations.

I covered her with a blanket, gave her a kiss, then went to find the girls so they could check on her.

Both of them burst out laughing when they saw me. My hair was matted and my body covered with Katrina cum, my cage was bouncing with my attempted erection and leaking pre-cum. I guess I was quite a sight.

They flipped a coin to see who would help Katrina shower and clean up, and who would supervise me in a shower. Damn the luck, I drew Dana.

An hour later we were all sitting in the living room. They were all relaxed, Katrina most of all. I was still on my sexual high and very needy.

Laura spoke, "So, Kat... you love my husband?"

It was in that tone that friends can use to mess with each other.

I was surprised when Katrina responded, "I do. I really do. I REALLY love his tongue."

Laura put her hand on my leg, "Well, he is pretty loveable." She leaned over and kissed me. It was good to know that she was secure in our relationship. Its not like I was going to succumb to advances from Kat had she made them. But had we been single? Absolutely.

After we had some dinner, we were sitting back on the patio. Dana opened her thighs suggestively and looked over to Laura, "Listening to your hubby make Kat scream was pretty fuckin' hot. May I?"

Katrina looked shocked as Laura answered casually, "Of course, help yourself." As if she were sharing a snack.

Dana looked at me and pointed to her crotch, then lifted up and removed her shorts and panties. Katrina again was awed as I slid under Dana's chair and assumed my position.

Half an hour later when Dana was done with me, Katrina looked questioningly to Laura. Laura smiled, "Go ahead. I plan to put him through his paces when we go to bed."

And she did. In bed that night she had me do everything I had done for Katrina to "show her." Afterwards, she drifted off to sleep, leaving me with my aching and restrained manhood.

I wanted to ask. I needed to ask. But I also knew I was not permitted to ask.

She had said that if I performed well enough while pleasing Katrina, that I would be released. Or was it that I MAY be released?

But then she had said my ruined orgasm while in my cage had counted as my relief. That she may decide that ruined, caged orgasms were the only kind I would be allowed, since I had inadvertantly proven I did not need to be let out of my cage to manage relief, however unsatisfying it was.

Which was it to be? Had I done a good enough job with Katrina? After Katrina's comments, and her explosive and repeated orgasms, it should seem obvious. But was it? They had never discussed it outright, at least not in front of me. Maybe as pleased as she SEEMED to be, maybe what Katrina was used to with her other lovers was even better. Were they hung with incredible stamina? Maybe my tongue was good, but nothing in comparison.

I lay there, my cock throbbing in its cage, thinking about all the times I had just rolled over in the bed and taken my wife. I could imagine how her body felt enveloping my turgid member. I remembered how it felt to orgasm within her, looking down into her ecstatic face.

Had I experienced that for the last time? What the fuck had I done to myself with my sick fantasies?

I drifted off to sleep eventually, but Little Dan woke me up several times during the night to remind me that I was a fucking idiot. A month ago, I could have woken up with an erection, kissed her awake and fucked her silly. Now I had to ask permission just to touch her, and couldn't get hard if I wanted to.

I was not allowed to even ask for permission to be let out, or to be with her.

By morning I was damn near apoplectic. I got up and went to the bathroom... sitting down and came back to bed.

She was awake, sitting up with a smile on her beautiful face. "Coffee, please."

By the time I got back with our coffee, she had been to the bathroom and come back.

She leaned against the headboard and sipped her coffee. She opened her thighs and pointed to her womanhood.

That was all I needed to know. Apparently, my servitude was far from over. I crawled between her thighs and began loving on her.

"Slowly. I want to savor this while I explain some things to you. If you make me cum right away, I cannot talk."

I slowed my roll, Suckling on her labia, delving my tongue into her slit, and only occasionally darting across her clit to keep her interested.

I knew things were about to change, and for better or worse, I desperately wanted to know.

"Mmm... I love your tongue too. First, Katrina cannot stop singing your praises. You heard her last night... she loves my husband and his tongue. I had texts this morning asking if she would be permitted to use you again because she has never cum so good in her life. So it seems you passed that test."

She was quiet for awhile, enjoying my ministrations. I wanted to coax more out of her, but figured that might piss her off and change her decision to my detriment.

"Ohhh... good... yeah... You may have really screwed yourself... or unscrewed yourself. Because I have found that I REALLY like your chastity perversion as much as you do... maybe more. Knowing that I am in control of Little Dan almost makes me feel like I have a dick. You just get to carry it for me..."

Again she paused to enjoy me. "Mmmmimmm... So we are gonna keep doing this... are you okay if I keep you locked all the time, and ONLY I decide if and when you cum?"

I had so many questions. Cum out of the cage? Cum how often? Ever cum? In the end I decided I trusted her. "Mmmmhmmmm" Muffled, my mouth still full of her.

"I need you to say it. This is a big deal, I want to do it FOR us, not TO you."

That cemented my feelings on the matter. I lifted up and spoke, "I have fantasized about this as long as I can remember. You have made those fantasies come to life, and I trust you. Please be my permanent key holder..."

She smiled and I saw her face flush. "Oh, god I love you. You make me so happy. Now... give me a nice cum, and I'll tell you about your fate."

After she had an orgasm, clutching my hair as she did so her breathing ragged, "Stay down there... do what you do so well... this illustrates rule number one... ladies always, ALWAYS cum first..."

That gave me hope. Her cumming first might mean I would still be cumming.

"I can hear those gears turning... Yes... in a few minutes I am going to unlock your dick, and I expect you to fuck my brains out...."

My member crammed harder against its cage and I grew excited.

"Calm down, Skippy... I want more of this first... and what I want, I expect to get. And I still want dick... so until, or if, I cuckold you, that means you have to perform that way too. Besides... I still want my hubby that close."

I bathed her with my flattened tongue some more.

"Hmm, that's better. Speaking of fucking me, you won't be in chastity constantly, so that it won't get boring. When you're free, you are just that. You are free to put the moves on me like you do... I like that too. But when I decide to cage you... the rules apply... no asking to be let out, which means no asking for intercourse or relief for Little Dan. If the cage is on, you do not even ask to go down on me. I will tell you when I need your attentions..."

She enjoyed my attentions a little longer, "Any questions?"

I stopped long enough to say, "I'm sure I will have some... but all I can think about right now is you..."

She giggled, "Good. Now make me cum again, please..."

I attacked her sex with a passion, and she soon cried out in orgasm again.

Still out of breath, "Now stand next to the bed."

As I did so, she sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward and used her key to unlock my cage. When she pulled it off carefully, my erection followed it.

She was giddy, "He still loves me!"

She lay back again, "Make me cum with your tongue again. When I am in the middle of my orgasm, I want you to take me... to ravage me. Don't hold back... don't worry about lasting, because you won't. Use me like a two-dollar whore... you are free for the day and can have me all you want. So, we will have plenty of time for improving your stamina..."

I was thankful she was in this position, so I could kneel beside the bed to dive back in. I did not want to waste my first free orgasm to be wasted spurting into the bedsheets. After weeks of teasing and build up, what a waste that would be.

I tried to take my time, but it was "hard" to focus. Within a few minutes she was cumming again, bucking against me.

I had my instructions, and at this point, had resisted carrying them out prematurely. I certainly did not need encouragement.

I stood, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and without even pausing to line up, I drove my shaft into her to the hilt in one motion. I was not thinking, I was not planning, I was acting on pure animal lust.

"Uunnnggggkkk! Oh, gawd yes, give it to me... use me..."

I did, although I had barely registered her words. I grabbed her hips tightly to hold her in place and fucked her like a pile driver.

She had been right. I lasted maybe two minutes. And then I roared out my release, grunting repeatedly as I slammed home into her and came so hard I thought I might black out. My entire body was shaking.

Normally firing off so quickly would have meant my orgasm was solo. But she had just come, and the passion and eroticism brought her with me... we came together, violently and ecstatically.

We were both surprised when I did not lose my erection or my need. I picked her up and climbed onto the bed with her, never disengaging. I lay on top of her in the missionary position, wrapping her tightly in my arms and kissing her as I continued to piston in and out of her.

She was loving it too. She returned my kisses and we talked about how much we loved each other. I lasted considerably longer, though I did not set any stamina records.

When we shared our orgasms again, I bit into her shoulder and held her tighter with the force of my relief. Her orgasms were powerful also, as she cried out repeatedly and dragged her fingernails down my back, leaving angry red claw marks. It only intensified my orgasm.

That was an amazing day. We were like newlyweds who had just discovered the intensity of sex. I took her in multiple positions on the bed, on the kitchen table, on the patio. She took me on the couch, in the shower. We were both insatiable.

"Sonofafuckingbitch... if this is what I get for it, you can expect to be locked up all the time!"

Sunday night, we showered together, then fell into each other's arms on the bed, completely spent.

Little Dan was flaccid and did not even respond when she fondled him. As I lay there, almost unable to move, she said mischievously, "Perfect, just how I want him."

I was confused until I felt her fasten the cage back onto him.

"We wouldn't want that horny bitch at work getting the idea she could have you..."

As we drifted off to sleep in each others' arms, I knew she was just messing with me... she knew I would never be unfaithful. I wondered how long I would be locked up this time? Did she even know? Little Dan filled his home at the thought.

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This seems like a good place for part 2 to wrap up. There are more questions (ideas) for our couple. Will Laura cuckold Dan? Or will she use Dana for that fantasy to play out? How will the girls use Dan's newfound vulnerability going forward? What about that girl at work?

Please vote and comment, so I know whether there should be a chapter 3.