A Married Hot Mess

Hi. I wrote a series of books about chastity and cuckolding called "A Married Hot Mess." The first book is free on Kindel until Sunday if you want to read it.

"Can you save your marriage by destroying it?

"Heidi and Sixtens’ connection is more important to them than anything in the world. It’s the fire that fuses them. But they’re losing it. They’re fighting, growing distant, and turning cold. Desperate to save their marriage, they grab one of the last embers that still burn between them - and make a dangerous decision. They decide to turn a fun fantasy into a risky reality, by having Heidi flirt with another man; Lukas, a rich, charming and powerful playboy. A Greek Godzillionaire with mysterious ties and Adriatic eyes. He rekindles their relationship, but has his own hot-blooded desires and intentions, and the hotter and harder they want to burn, the closer she has to get to his warm skin."

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I'll post some more excerpts later.

 

"He inched closer, so that their noses almost touched and their chests did. He was boxing himself into a corner, so she called his bluff and escalated. She ran her hands up his broad shoulders and around his neck, then looked into his eyes and smiled. She had to admit that he felt good, even if he was gay. Big. Solid. Strong. Sixten was handsome too, but Lukas was two inches taller and had more meat and mass. Sixten was built like a male model, while Lukas was built like a swimmer who’d put on a few pounds since collage. And fuck, he smelled good, like the desert and monsoon and… God, what am I thinking?

"They were so close now that there was hardly anything else he could do. The only thing he could do was pretend like he was going to kiss her, so he pretended. He brushed his nose against hers, then turned his head slightly so that his lips were just a few inches from hers as they swayed. He moved his right hand up her back, onto her skin, and slid his left hand off her hip to the precipice of her upper ass. But that was it. He couldn’t push it any farther without actually grabbing her ass, so now, he either had to laugh it off and lose, or kiss her. "

 

Chapter 30 - Woops


Twenty minutes later, Sixten was bent over their bed, handcuffed to a bedpost. Heidi had rooted the handcuffs out of the closet. One of her bridesmaids had given them to her as a joke, maybe-not-a-joke, during her wedding shower four years ago. He was naked, except for his chastity cage, so his ass was exposed in the air, and his cock and cage pressed into the bed under him, with his o-ring visible behind his balls.

At first, Sixten was cage-hard. He loved it when she scolded and reprimanded him. He couldn’t help it. He simply reacted to it, because she was so powerful and hot when she was pissed. She’d also never punished him before, so he was excited that she was becoming more dominant and taking more control, taking him deeper into his blissful subspace. But after she handcuffed him she left the room, and five minutes passed, then ten. Then twenty. She’d never done this before, and the silence was unnerving, because he could feel her anger drifting in it, like a fog over a flat ocean. After thirty minutes, he realized that she may not be playing, and that she may really be angry and hurt, and that he may have really fucked up.

A few minutes later, he heard her approaching. He heard her heels CLACK and the sound of something dragging on the floor behind her. It would have been hot if she was there to please him. But she wasn’t. She was there to hurt him.

WHACK!

“FUCK!” he yelped involuntarily.

She’d whipped him his ass with something hard, very hard, and he wasn’t expecting it to sting so bad.

“Shut up!”

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

He realized that she was whipping him with the clothesline cable that she’d taken down from the balcony for their move out. It was coated in vinyl, but it was about the diameter of a pencil and hurt like hell. It made a horrifying whisking sound when she brought it down on him, then struck him unevenly along the length of the folded cable, leaving a u-shaped mark when it recoiled up. It wasn’t like getting spanked by a flat paddle with blunt force, not that that may have been better, it was just sharp and stung deep. He was strong, but he had to bite a pillow to keep from screaming.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Fuuuuuuckk…..

His breath tightened up in his chest from the pain, and he had to force himself to exhale. He liked emotional pain, not physical, but even still, in all the fantasies and porn he’d watched, the spanking may have stung, but the slave ultimately enjoyed it. He didn’t enjoy this at all. It wasn’t anything like he’d imagined and certainly wasn’t erotic. It just flat out fucking hurt.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

She’d never spanked anyone before, or ever really fantasized about it. She liked teasing and denying him, and watching him wiggle and worm, but she’d never gotten off on physically hurting someone. She found herself enjoying it slightly more than she would have expected, but mostly because it simply felt good to finally release her pent-up anger and tension on something. He betrayed her and had to pay. He had to hurt so he’d learn and it wouldn’t happen again, because pain teaches. But to do that, it had to be real, memorable pain, not some bullshit whack-off fantasy. No way in hell she was catering to his whack-off fantasy now, and, in doing so, reinforce bad behavior.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

“Oweeeeeee!” Sixten whined, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Shut up! I told you to shut the fuck up!”

WHACK!

“So let me get this straight, your little dick wanted to get out of its cage and cum, and I wouldn’t let you, so you talked to Lukas without telling me, and invited him to the party, hoping he’d let you out?”

“No, I—”

—WHACK!

“Owe! Shit! No I mean yes! I mean, I want out yes, but I wanted to get him back for you! That’s what I really wanted.”

“For me or for you? You wanted to see us together, didn’t you? On Valentine’s day?”

“I—”

“—Answer me faggot!”

WHACK!

“YES! YES! I wanted to see you together. On Valentine’s day.”

“How’d he get in?”

Shit.

Sixten stalled.

“How’d he get in, Sixten?”

“I got him a ticket.”

“You bought him a guest ticket?”

Sixten didn’t answer, but his body tightened for a blow, so Heidi knew. He’d spent $1,000 of their house deposit on a guest ticket.

“Babe, I—”

WHACK!

“Fuck! Fucken hell Sixten! Now we can’t move out! You realize that right!?”

“I—”

—WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

“SHUT-UP!”

She whipped him again and then stopped, breathing hard. He could hear her inhaling and exhaling, and pictured her chest rising and falling behind and over him.

“You know what you did? Now we can’t move out. And we have to sign the fucken lease. Because now we’re a thousand dollars short. A thousand stupid dollars. But you know what’s worse? You violated my trust and put me on the spot. You mixed two worlds that can’t cross. You both did. Because you’re little boys who can’t control your dicks and your pissing contests. And you know what? Now Keri knows. She saw me with Lukas. So I hope you guys are happy. I hope you got what you wanted. Because you know what happens to my reputation if Keri talks? Huh?”

“Yes babe I’m sorry I’m really sorry.”

“Shit!”

She stepped back and paced around the room, leaving him bent over the bed. Her cable dragged on the ground behind her, like some sort of horror film. His balls had shrunk up from pain, and his ass was lashed red with whip marks. A few lines looked like they’d already started to bruise. He shook his ass slightly in the air and wiggled back and forth on his toes, trying to dissipate the sting since he couldn’t rub it with his hands.

She felt better after whipping him. She felt purged. It felt good to simply unload - physically, verbally and emotionally. She had to be so damn sweet and nice all the time that it felt good to be bitchy, bossy and mean. It felt powerful. And honest. And he looked kinda cute whimpering there, punished and purged in his own way. She didn’t like hurting him, she simply had to, but she did like seeing him suffer for her. He had to suffer for her, because it proved he desired and needed her.

But still, now Keri knew. After everything she’d done to hide this and protect them, Keri ending up knowing anyway. So what the hell did it matter now? Why even bother hiding it if people found out anyway?

She strode back to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

She whisked the whip into the air and thrust it back down onto his ass as hard as she could.

WHACK!

“MMMMGGHhhhhh…” he moaned into the pillow.

“So I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen. First, you’re not getting out of that cage tonight like you thought, or anytime soon. No fucking way. Not until you make up for this. And it’s a shame too, because you’d been well behaved this week. You’d almost earned an orgasm, then you go and completely blow it at the last second. Second, we’re going to have a talk, and there’s going to be some new rules, got it? Obviously, it needs to be very clear what you can and can’t do, and what the consequences are if you misbehave.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” she snapped, whisking her whip up.

“Yes Ms. Heidi.”

“You both always want something from me. You always need something from me, for your dicks and egos because you can’t control yourselves. Well, you want to play? You want to use me? Bullshit! I’m going to use you. Both of you. I’m going to use the fuck out of you. And you’re going to see what using someone is like.”

WHACK!

“I’m going to take control of this. I’m going to fix this and get what we need. Because you can’t.”

She took another deep breath. She was spent, like him, so she walked over and sat in a chair in the corner and watched him as she recovered. She had hurt him. He deserved it. And he swore he wanted to be an obedient husband who jumped when she snapped and served her. So to be that, he had to endure this. He had so much potential, but he had a hard time controlling his urges. He needed her to be a better man.

She got up and walked back over. He tensed, but instead of whipping him, she put her hand on ass. He flinched, but her warm hand felt good once it settled. She began rubbing his ass gently, finally dissipating some pain for him. She gave him pain. And she took it away. Only she could do that for him. Nobody else could.

After that beating, her hand felt soothing. She moved closer, so that her body was touching his, and she kept rubbing his ass gently, slowly bringing him back to a better place. He pressed his hips into the bed and groaned, crossing back and forth between pain and pleasure, until he blurred the line completely. He was in a deep place, somewhere far back in his mind. If he wanted to be owned, she’d own him. She wasn’t going to let him use her. She was going to use him. And she was going to give him what he said he wanted and more, but on her terms, not his; goals, rewards, punishments and pain. She was going to train and reshape him, and make him into the perfect husband.

She let him enjoy her touch for a minute, then she suddenly stopped and left the room.

A minute later, he heard her walk back in - with another person. He looked back over his shoulder as best he could, and saw Lukas.

“Ouch,” Lukas said, “did you have to hit him so hard?”

“Yes.”

Lukas winced. He actually felt sorry for Sixten. That was going to bruise. It already was. And he was going to have a hard time sitting for a few days, all because he wanted to see him and Heidi together.

“Is this how you wanted to discuss things?” Lukas asked.

“We’re not done discussing things. And I said that before Keri saw us.”

She undid Sixten’s handcuffs and let him get up.

“Come here.”

She grabbed him by the wrist and walked him past Lukas to the bedroom door.

“Babe I—”

“—Shhhh.”

She put a finger to her lips.

“I’m in charge now,” she said, “what I say goes, period. Because you’ll fuck this all up and get us caught and lose our deposit for a third time. But you need to decide if you really want this. Because if you do, you have to be committed. We can’t do this halfway. You can’t be in one day and out the other. That won’t work anymore. It’s all or nothing, understand?”

She brought her whip by his face, threatening to hit him again with it.

He nodded.

She stepped over him, so that one foot was on either side of him and her pussy was inches from his face. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her V.

God, it was heaven. It was fucking divine. Finally. He inhaled and smelled and smashed his face into her. She smelled musty and wet. She’d gotten excited beating him, or owning him, he didn’t know, but her heat was thick and drove him nuts. He reached up to grab her ass and lock himself there forever but she smacked his hands away. No, he wasn’t allowed to touch her there, only Lukas was, so God he wanted to. He wanted her so bad. It was illogical and crazy - she’d just beat the shit out of him and all he wanted to do was inhale and drink and consume and please her. He tried to kiss and lick and suck her through her panties. He was so close, but so far…

She pressed her pussy in his face and ground her scent on him like perfume. She let him smell, inhale and worship her for a minute, then she stuck her hand down her panties, rubbed her crotch, and wiped her wet fingers across his face and mouth. She wiped herself all over his face, marking him, like she owned him, because she did. He groaned and she stepped back. She walked back into the room with Lukas, and gave him one last glimpse of her lace covered ass. She waved her finger, scolding him, then shut the door in his face. A second later, he heard her lock it.

Now she was in their room, with Lukas, while he was sitting out in the hall, in his chastity cage. His ass was red and his dick was swollen and straining, unable to get hard, unable to get the relief it craved. He grabbed it and tugged, but he couldn’t get to his dick. He couldn’t free it. He was a total wreck. He pressed his ear against the door and heard several thumps, then he heard her giggle. A second later, he heard the bed creek. Their marital bed. Lukas must have put her down on it.

A minute later, he heard her whispering to him, but couldn’t tell what she was saying. He lay down on the floor and tried to press his ear against the gap under the door to hear better, but it didn’t help much. He was only able to catch a word or two every now and then; “Please… Mmmm… God… I missed you… Of course… Girlfriend…”

A minute later she was talking louder, and begging,

“Yes… Right there. Right there…”

Then she was moaning,

“MMMMMmmmm…”

Sixten could picture her arching her back as Lukas forced his fat cock in her. God, he couldn’t even touch her ass. He wasn’t allowed to. He could only smell her, for a minute, but she was literally begging Lukas to violate her with his God-cock.

A minute later, he didn’t have to press his ear against the door, because Lukas’ hips started smacking her thighs with the full force of his big body, and she started grunting and groaning louder and louder under him. He was taking her now.

UGH, UGH, UGH…

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP…

“Ugh God yes… Fuck me!”

“FUCK ME!”

She was practically yelling. She’d never moaned that loud for Sixten before, and he knew the neighbors two apartments over could hear her for the first time, and were probably thinking that Sixten was stud.

“FUCK ME LUKAS!”

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!

We’ll hopefully they didn’t hear that.

“YES YES YES LUKAS IT’S YOURS… GOD YES, IT’S YOUR PUSSY LUKAS! IT’S YOUR PUSSY. IT’S NOT HIS. YES YES I PROMISE. I PROMISE. NO. UGH. NO HE HASN’T HAD IT. I TOLD YOU. IT’S YOURS… OH GOD… UH UH UH… LUKASSSSSS…!!!

CRACK!

He heard the headboard brake.

Lukas hammer-fucked her hard for eternity, then they took a break and fucked softer. The first time she screamed. The second time she whined. She whined like Sixten did with her. Lukas took her to the same place she took him, and Sixten knew he couldn’t take her there. He could take her to a place where she ruled like a Queen and felt powerful, but only Lukas could take her to a place where her back arched, her toes curled, her pussy hurt and she moaned and whined for her Daddy.

Sixten could picture her running her hand slowly through the back of his hair as she kissed him and he slowly gyrated his hips against hers, fucking her slow and deep. He got his phone and recorded it as best he could through the gap at the base of the door. He wanted to save the moment, but the video simply showed the floor of their master bedroom, with her black panties on it, and the legs of their bed, while their grunts, groans and noises played above them.

Afterwards, he smelled smoke. Lukas must have smoked a cigarette in bed. He’d never seen him smoke before, but he was European and had just had sex, so maybe that was it. He wasn’t happy about him smoking in his room, but Heidi hadn’t stopped him either, so what the fuck could he do about it?

When it seemed like they’d finally tired out and fallen asleep, together, Sixten slumped down the hall to the guest bedroom. It was the most frustrating thing he’d ever had to do. He was horny as hell but couldn’t cum, and he was unable to enter his own room and sleep in his own bed - because his wife was sleeping in it with another man. How could something hurt so bad and feel so good at the same time? The Line. That fine line between pain and pleasure, that continually destroyed, rebuilt and destroyed you.

He lay in the guest bed, but it was evident immediately that he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep any time soon, even though it was late, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a Jack Daniels on the rocks with water. He drank four in a row and read court documents on the PG&E utility firm’s bankruptcy case, until he finally passed out from exhaustion.

 

Thanks. Just getting it out there for now.

 

...She ran her nails lightly over his balls. It still felt good, but he was getting so worked up now that he was getting frustrated that he couldn’t get out and get more. She gazed down on him with half-closed eyes, and her pink lips were inches from his.

“You only have two more nights to go. Do you like being locked up?”

“Sometimes. But sometimes I hate it.”

“Does it help you focus?”

“Yes.”

“On me?”

“Yes.”

“But you like focusing on me, don’t you? I thought you said you needed a strict Queen?”

“I do, it’s just hard, to be locked up for five days.”

“Nahhhh…” she said. She stopped touching his balls and began gently tugging back and forth on his chastity cage like she was jerking him off, which was maddening, because she was going through the motion but he couldn’t feel it like he should. “Five days isn’t much. Men can suffer way longer than that for a queen. I read some stuff on chastity cages—”

“—You did?”

“Yes. I told you, I’d put in more effort if you did. Anyway, in the stuff I read, all the women who keep their men in chastity cages, said you have to keep them locked for at least thirty days the first time.”

“Thirty days! That’s impossible. Why?”

“To break them.”

Sixten inhaled sharply.

“That sounds serious.”

“Is our relationship serious?”

(A Married Hot Mess - The Cage)

 

Sixten put his hands up, speechless, eager to express his frustration but afraid to plead and make it worse. So what, he couldn’t get out? He couldn’t cum? This was ridiculous. They were supposed to do this for just 24 hours, right? And there’s that V thing again. Now she’s doing it. What’s that? What the fuck does that mean? That he can’t see her pussy? That he can’t see his own wife’s pussy? Fuck this.

He grabbed his cage and yanked on it but it didn’t budge. He pulled on the top part, but that just pulled the o-ring tighter around his balls. There was no way he could get it off without the key and he knew it. His dick was completely locked inside and he couldn’t get to it. He was stuck. Trapped. It’d been a long night and day, and he just wanted to get out, get off and pass out.

Heidi snickered, trying not to.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you look so… frustrated.”

“I am frustrated!”

“It’s cute.”

“It’s not cute.”

 

Thanks Cumschot!

Here's another random snippit from one of the books. Happy Thanksgiving!

“It’s like this,” one “Wife Led Marriage” blog read, “In today’s age, with the internet, your husband has seen more breasts and vaginas than all his ancestors combined. He’s seen so much that he expects it. It’s lost its value. It’s devalued and debased. Pornography has ruined it. So what do you think that’s done to your breasts and vagina? It’s devalued you. He can get his kicks from somewhere else. He has a pornography problem. Most men do, but it’s not entirely their fault. They crave porn, and these programs program them. They program him for dopamine hits. So sex doesn’t mean anything anymore. It’s not special or sacred. But you can reset that. You can take it away so that he remembers it’s a privilege, not a right. Why does he have a right to see vagina and grope it? He has to earn that. If he doesn’t, it doesn’t have any value. If he loses it, then he starts to notice and appreciate all the little things that he can no longer see that make you valuable. How often, for example, does he compliment you on how much time and effort you spend on your makeup, to get ready and look pretty for him? He doesn’t compliment you because he can’t see it anymore.”

Heidi thought about that. Some of it made sense. She spent all that time getting pretty for him and he didn’t appreciate it. Instead, he told her to hurry up. He didn’t appreciate her and he looked at way too much porn. It was everywhere. On his Reddit, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter… His friends sent it to him… Every time he opened his phone he saw porn, so he’d become conditioned to do it, and the phone he owned now owned him. Most of the people he followed were hot women he didn’t even know. And whenever he was looking at porn, he wasn’t looking at her.

She surfed more sights and was surprised to find that a whole underground community of people existed in “Wife Led Marriages” and “Female Led Relationships"....'

 

“Come here,” she said.

Thank God. Finally.

Sixten sat on the bed by her hip.

“So, do you want out?”

Sixten turned his head and frowned. You think?

She chuckled.

“Ok, well, you did everything I said today, and you’ve been attentive, so I’ll give you a choice.

A choice? What choice?

“You can either get out, see my V and cum, or…”

“Or what? I want out.”

“Or stay locked until Friday.”

“Friday!”

“Ya, Valentine’s Day.”

“Valentine’s Day?”

“Ya, we have that party, at McCormicks, with Tyler’s company. Did you know the guest tickets are a thousand dollars a person? It goes to charity, but—"

“—I want out. That’s an easy choice.”

“Wait. There’s more.”

“What more?”

“If you choose to get out and cum, we can go back to normal. Like before…”

“Before…?”

“Ya, him. And before this.” She gestured at his caged crotch. “It’ll just be… over. No Lukas. No chastity. Nothing. A fun experiment. A fun experience we had exploring our relationship for a couple of weeks.”

“Or…?”

“Or you can stay locked for me, for a few more days—”

“—For four more days,” he corrected.

“Yes, until Valentine’s day, and we can experiment and play a little longer with me being in charge. If you put in effort, I’ll put in effort. I’ll help you and keep you motivated. Sexually. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I get it. We’ve had a crazy few weeks. It’s been a lot. And I know you probably can’t really go until Valentine’s Day. You can’t suffer that much for me. Sexually.”

“I…” he paused, “I...”

“What?” she asked, smiling.

He tossed his hands up. It was a clear cut choice. He wanted out. He wanted to see her V. He wanted to cum. Ya, big time. Easy. That was the plan. But if he stayed locked, she’d keep playing, and help him stay motivated, sexually, and maybe become more powerful. He wanted to cum, but he wanted her to become more powerful and demanding too.... But still, he couldn’t go four more nights. That was nuts. He wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but her. But he was happiest when he was focused on her, and—

“—Babe.”

“What?”

She reached out and grabbed him firmly by the cage. He was swollen, as hard as he could get in his cage.

“You’re hard.”

“Ya, because…” he tossed his hands up again. “Fuck. I don’t know.”

She laughed. He looked cute struggling for her.

“Come here.”

She slid over, laid down on her elbow and patted the bed next to her. He sighed but laid next to her, eager for any kind of sexual outlet.

“Shhhh…” she whispered. “You’re thinking too much again. I’ll help you.”

“It’s just—”

“—Stop. Seriously, just stop.”

She put a finger up in front of his face. Stern. Solid.

“Stop thinking. Just feel.”

She pulled her tank top up over one boob. It popped out, inches from his face. He looked at it, then up to her.

“Do you need to suck on your Mistress’ booby to calm down?”

“But—”

“—It’s ok. As long as you don’t touch me, down there.”

He paused a second, then took what he could get and hungrily slid forward. Anything to touch her. Anything for sex. For any kind of sex. He was so horny. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t say no. She was taking advantage of that, which made him want her more. He latched his lips on her soft boob, filling as much of it as he could in his mouth, smashing his nose into it and running his tongue slowly around her areole.

“There you go baby…” she purred, rubbing the back of his neck, “does that feel better?”

Yes, he nodded, sucking gently.

“There you go. Just suck baby. Just suck. In and out. In and out. Just relax. Stop thinking. Stop fighting. Stop fighting me. Just surrender and be happy.”

His breathing slowed and his heart rate lowered. Her boob was so warm and full in his mouth. It was hypnotic to suck in and out slowly. It was peaceful. Primal. Bliss. He touched her hip and stuck his hand down her pajamas, trying to grope her ass.

“No,” she scolded gently, but firmly, pulling his hand out, “you can’t touch your Mistress like that. Only the booby.”

He looked up at her as he sucked, his eyes big like a puppy, desperate and nearly helpless. She liked him like this. He adored her and would do whatever she said.

“Here, this will help.”

She sat up and repositioned him so that he laid across her lap. She pulled up her shirt again so her boob popped back out, then she had him wrap an arm around her back and re-attach to it.

“There. Now you can’t touch my bum-bum.”

“Mmugh…” he groaned in pain.

“But I can touch you.”

She gave him a peck on the cheek as he sucked, then, with her other hand, rubbed his dick in his cage. His package fit nicely in her hand, locked in the cage like that. Before, it was a squishy mess of skin and flaps and ugly boy penis. Now, it was all compact and put away. Clean, neat and organized. Controlled.

She stuck her finger through the cage and rubbed his cock-head slowly where she could with one finger. Her painted pink nail inched around between the bars. He was as hard as he could get. Full, half-erect, locked down, trying to get her hand wrapped around his dick, but unable to. She rubbed him slowly, watching him wiggle as he sucked. She had complete control of him.

“Do you love your Mommy? Do you need her?”

Yes, he nodded.

She moved her hand to his balls and cupped them. They were hard and tight and small. Much smaller than Lukas’. They were cute. She rubbed them, driving him crazy with tease and torture. Driving all the circular thoughts and stress out of his head. Driving him mindless, which was exactly what he wanted, to forget about everything. He was only in the moment. Thinking about that moment. She looked down kindly as she rubbed, smiling softly.

“Do you want to see Mommy’s V?”

Yes, he nodded.

That made her happy. She smiled. She squeezed his small balls and pulled him gently off her tit, then pulled her tank top back down over it and put it away. That was enough. She held his head in her hands and said,

“Then tell me you understand. Tell me you’ll stay locked for me. Let go. Stop fighting me and start fighting for me. Surrender.”

He rolled back on the bed and groaned. This was crazy. This was so fucking crazy. He was changing. Like, chemically. He was being rewired with dopamine hits. Being taken deeper and deeper. Somewhere. Somewhere dark, black. Down a well, into a cave. Being programed. And he was losing control. He was totally losing control and it hurt, but it hurt good. It felt so fucking good. He didn’t even know anymore, but she looked so beautiful to him ever since she’d been with Lukas. He swore he could see her energy and it made his crotch tight, constantly, and he didn’t want that feeling to end…

“Out and end?” she asked, “Or stay and play?”

 

She stripped off her dress and stood over him in her bra, panties, and heels - like a winged dark angel. She looked painfully divine. God, he wanted to get up and grab her and pull her down on him but couldn’t, which made him want to do it more.

“I’m going to clean you,” she said, suddenly holding up the key to his cage, which he hadn’t seen in two weeks, “but after, you’re going right back in your metal pussy, you understand?”

Arghhh, he groaned. She smiled mischievously and got in bed next to him, then ran her nails up his leg and over his purple panties.

“Lukas was right,” she teased, “you look good in these. They suit you.”

He wiggled his hips, trying to get his dick under her fingers, but she dodged that easily.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

With his arms stretched above his head, he could only move so much.

“Do you want more?” she asked.

“Yes!”

“You want more panties?”

“No. I thought… I want you to touch me more.”

“If you want me to touch you more, you have to wear more panties.”

“Then yes, I want more panties. Fuck it.”

He was so horny he’d agree to anything. Anything to get out and cum. She was amazed at how much power she’d come to have over him.

“I know baby. I’ll get you some pretty ones that Lukas will like.”

She slipped her fingers under his waistband and slid his panties off. Even her touch there felt electric. He raised his hips off the bed to help. She grabbed his cage and squeezed his penis as best she could with it on, teasing him mercilessly as his dick strained against it.

“Mmmm…. You’re so hard. Do you want out?”

“Yes.”

“Does you little peepee need to get out?”

“God yes.”

“Are you going to be a good boy if I let you out?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I’ll be a good boy Ms. Heidi, I promise.”

“But you’ve been so good since you’ve been locked up, except for that little problem we had when you spent a thousand dollars at McCormick’s. You’ve been doing your chores and focusing on me... Maybe I shouldn’t let you out.”

“No baby please, please, let me out. I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Hmmm…”

She tapped the metal key slowly against the metal rings on the cage.

TING…

TING…

TING…

“I don’t think I’m going to let you out. Your training is going well, and the real training begins when you want it to end. I don’t want to regress. But you should be proud of yourself. You’ve done good baby. Most husbands aren’t cage-trained.”

She grabbed his panties that she’d just set aside on the bed.

“No baby please, please, let me out, I’ll be good, I promise. I swear.”

She watched him for a minute, considering that.

“I’ll do everything you say, I promise. I’ll be a good boy. I’ll behave.”

She didn’t reply. She just stared at him with dark eyes.

“I’ll get up early and do my chores, and make your coffee, and lay out your clothes…”

“You need to be even better behaved.”

“I will! I promise. I will be.”

“I don’t want any more backtalk, ok?”

“Yes okay.”

“If you backtalk I’m going to slap you. And I don’t care if we’re in public. And from now on, if I’m sitting on the couch, you need to sit at my feet on the floor. That’s just an act of basic respect. You need to respect me. I’m in charge. This is a wife led marriage, so what I say goes, period. Because you need that. You need a strict female authority figure, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” she said, setting his panties back down and sliding the key into the lock, “I’ll let you out. But you can’t cum.”

“What?”

She stopped turning the key and waited.

“I can’t cum? But babe, I… Please, I—”

She pulled the key back out the lock. He immediately shut up. She stared sternly for a second until she was convinced he wouldn’t beg more, then simply shook her head slowly. No. No cuming.

“Ughhhh…” he groaned. His eyes squeezed closed and he arched his back, withering his constrained body in pain.

She finished turning the key and unlocking the cage, then, slowly, pulled the front part off his penis, and the o-ring off his balls. It was hard to get off because it was so small and his penis was so hard, but once off, his penis stretched and sprung up against his stomach.

He hadn’t been free in two weeks. His dick could finally stretch out and get fully hard. It was heavenly, except now he wanted to grab his dick and stroke it, but couldn’t. It almost felt worse to be free and not be able to touch it than be locked and be able to at least grab and yank on his cage. When he was locked, part of him also knew that he simply couldn’t touch it. It was physically impossible. It wasn’t an option. Now that it was, or nearly was but he couldn’t, it was maddening. He was so close but so far. God, chastity was such a mind-fuck.

She watched him wither and squirm with a wicked smirk on her face. He desperately wanted to get to his penis but couldn’t. Only she could do that. Only she could give him what he wanted. He needed her, completely. She got up and walked to the bathroom, then came back with a wet washcloth, wearing black latex gloves.

“Where’d you get those?” he asked.

“I bought them.”

She put the washcloth on his penis, and started giving him a sponge bath.

“So you’ll put Lukas’ cock in your mouth, but you won’t touch mine?”

“You don’t have a cock,” she stated.

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- A Married Hot Mess - Book 4, The Offer

 

“I’ve done some thinking and made some decisions.”

He waited.

“Is this what you want? Do you really like this?”

“Like what?”

“Worshiping me.”

“I need a Queen.”

“But sometimes you lose your focus?”

“Ya.”

“Like after you cum?”

“Ya, and other times. When I’m not horny, I—”

“—Like after you cum?”

“Ya, I guess. I don’t know, I worry. I get jealous, and selfish. I need your discipline. And rewards and punishments. You teasing me. Rules. Boundaries. They help.”

“I know baby. You do better with structure. And you want to be a better husband, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“But you have a masturbation problem?”

He smiled and shrugged.

“And a pornography problem.”

“Well...”

“From now on, masturbation is cheating. When you’re masturbating, you’re being selfish, because you’re having a relationship with yourself. Not me. From now on I’m your only porn star. You can only get sex from me. Not from other women, not from porn, not from your phone, not from yourself. Only I can make you feel special like that, ok?”

He nodded and nudged closer to her. He loved talking to her like this and spending intimate times like this with her. They felt close.

“I’m not sure how we’re going to do this. We’re going to have to work some things out as we go, because this is all new.”

“What? This new dynamic?”

“Yes, where I’m in charge, and you serve me. And not just when you feel like it, but all the time.”

 

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