Un-Caged slave dominates his Mistress

For those of you that follow my posts, you will already know that I am a flight attendant and I have to travel frequently for my job. Usually 2-3 days at a time. You may also know that my husband and I are into BDSM play. He usually plays the part as the dominant one. In chastity play, I take over that roll. While I’m away I like to lock my husband in a stainless steel cock cage (he likes it too, sort of…).


Last week I had two 3-day trips back to back followed by a 2-day trip; coming home for only an evening between trips. On average, my husband is only locked up for 2-4 days at a time. This time he had to go a full EIGHT days without relief, a new record for him. Later he explained that he was sure he would get released between each of my trips and we would have sex for sure. He was very surprised when he wasn’t let out of his cage on my first night home—I just explained that I was too tired.


The second night I was home (he had been caged for 6 days), he was so “twitter pated” he nearly “demanded” release and sexual satisfaction. I let him out briefly to pleasure me but he didn’t get relief (read full story in She-Nanigans) and to his dismay he was back in his cage for another 2 days without an orgasm.


When I got home from the final trip, making 8 days at work and 8 days my husband had gone without sexual release, he was going crazy to say the least. He picked me up from the airport and had a travel mug with my favorite adult beverage waiting (wink wink). He was dressed very nicely and treated me like we were on our first date. He had soft music playing on the radio rather than the annoying business news he usually listens to. He was clearly setting the mood to get what he needed.


Recognizing all this, I planned to use it to my advantage for the evening, and my mind began to race with ideas. When we got home, he carried my bags into the house as usual but first opened my door and escorted me into the house like a true gentleman. I could here more soft music playing and the mood was set with the lights having been dimmed. He walked me to the kitchen to find an already opened bottle of wine, grapes, cheese and crackers sitting on the table. While he took my bags into the bedroom, I sat in the kitchen enjoying the wine and snacks. I was very tired from my trip and really just wanted to get out of my uniform and take a bath.


When my husband returned to the kitchen, he saw that I had taken off my uniform and I was just sitting there enjoying the wine and snacks in my bra, panties and nylons. I left my high heels on as well, for effect only, knowing how much my husband loves seeing me in high heels and stockings. His face lit up with great encouragement. We sat there for a while as I discussed my trip and asked how his day had been. He didn’t say much, I’m sure hoping as to not waste time—wanting to get to the bedroom as fast as possible. He kept squirming in his chair; I suspect his cock was throbbing from the “eye-candy”. I told him how worn out I was, how sore my feet were and that I really needed a nice soothing bath. He immediately offered to run one for me and I accepted. He got up, took his glass of wine and said “see you in a few”. I smiled, glanced down at his crotch and blew him a kiss to assure him I knew he had business below that needed attending to. He smiled back and quickly disappeared into the bedroom suite to prepare my bath as I continued to enjoy my wine.


I didn’t stay in the kitchen very long since I felt alone and wanted to be with my husband who I hadn’t spent time with very much in the last 8 days. I got up and walked down to our bathroom and found my husband running my bath. The lights were dimmed low but there were several candles burning around the room. He had placed a tall chair I use when doing my hair and makeup, directly in front of the bathtub. Before I could ask him what it was doing there he told me to sit in it and he began removing the rest of my clothes; bra first, shoes and nylons then my panties. I felt I as if I was getting first class service at the finest spa.


He pulled a blindfold out of his pocket, the kind you get on the airplanes (hmmm, wonder where that came from??) He told me to close my eyes and just relax for a minute as he placed the blindfold over my eyes. Next I felt cool lotion being applied to my feet as he began to rub and massage them. He continued rubbing lotion up my legs but not quite touching my crotch. Mmmm, I wanted him to touch me there but he didn’t. Then he rubbed lotion on my body around my breasts but not touching them either and then my arms. He pulled me forward slightly and then massaged my back with lotion. He paused for a moment, stepped away and I could hear him removing his clothes; shoes, socks, shirt and then his pants (I could actually see him just barely as I leaned back and looked down under the blindfold). Now he was standing in front of me wearing his cock cage covered only by a sheer black male thong I had purchased him a few weeks ago.



I wanted to see him completely so I lifted my blindfold; he didn’t object but gave me a devilish look for doing so. Then he reached down and pulled the belt from his pants now in a pile on the floor. He took his belt and wrapped it around the back of the chair and buckled it in front of my waist. I reached down as if I were going to undo it but he walked behind me and gently pulled my arms behind the chair and whispered, “don’t touch!” He then took the silk sash from my robe that was hanging next to the bath and gently but firmly tied my hands behind the back of the chair. With my feet off the floor, my hands bound behind me and my waist secured to the chair, I wasn’t going anywhere.



He walked around in front of me and admired his work. He grinned as he gazed at his naked wife, now completely immobilized, wearing only the key to his cock cage around her neck. He leaned forward to remove the necklace while asking “you don’t mind do you?” It was really more of a statement than a question. I clenched my neck and head trying to prevent him removing the necklace but it was useless trying. I then said in my best dominatrix voice, “Do not touch that key!” He just laughed and said, “you are not really in a position to make those kind of demands, now are you?”


He slid my blindfold over my eyes again. Leaning my head back, I was still able to see out a little. I watched him pull his underwear to the side as he fervently unlocked and removed his cock cage; his already bulging cock now free became fully engorged. In a very stern voice, I said, “You are not allowed to do that unless I say so!!” It was too late! There was no turning back now. He gave it a few rubs, yanks and then massaged it to get out all the kinks and wrinkles from having been locked up for so long.


He came up directly in front of me and I could feel his warm meat rubbing against the inside of my legs. He pulled my legs wide apart and began caressing my clit. It felt so good I arched back and let out a loud moan. He then said, “Maybe this is too much for you, should I stop?” I cried out “don’t stop, don’t stop… more, more!!” He stepped back from the chair and watched me squirm and attempt to free myself from my bondage. I reached for him with my legs but he moved out of the way just in time. He then smiled and walked out of the bathroom for what felt like an eternity. I leaned forward and raised my knee to my blindfold sliding it up again to get a better view of my situation.


Feeling very frustrated, I sat there and looked around the room; candles burning, all our clothes scattered over the floor and his unlocked and empty cock cage sitting on the vanity. I could see myself in the mirror; my breasts heaving out in front of me because my arms were tied behind my back. My hair was all a mess from the blindfold that was now raised to my forehead. I struggled to look over my shoulder into the bedroom to see if I could see my husband and get a clue what he was up to—he was out of sight but I could hear him rustling through something. I turned back to look at myself in the mirror; I was completely bound and helpless but I liked the sight of it. I liked the feeling of being completely under the control of my loving husband. At this very point I gained a better understanding of his willingness and desire to have me lock him in his cock cage. It was about trust, giving up of control and the desire to be taken care of by someone you love.


Sitting in that chair I felt sexually frustrated, helpless to take care of my immediate needs yet perfectly content at the same time. At that moment my husband walked in with several items in his hands but quickly scolded me for removing my blindfold again as he placed it firmly over my eyes. He was back and I was in heaven!


As I sat in suspense, I heard the very familiar sound of my favorite massager, the magic wand. As he pressed it on the mound between my legs, my entire body began to writhe uncontrollably. I felt sensations shoot throughout my body from this one point. I became very moist and he slid a finger inside me and began to massage my g-spot. After a few moments of the magic wand and his fingers bringing me near climax he released the belt around my waist and slid me forward in the chair. He removed his finger from inside me and replaced it with his throbbing cock. He began trusting in and out of me intensely, seemingly out of his control. After having been locked up for over a week it didn’t take him long to come; he was able to hold off just long enough for each of us to come at the same time.


After all our moans and groans and “Oh, Gods”, he collapsed on top of me in the chair and held me for a moment. I plead with him “please release me arms so I can hold you”. He reached behind me and untied the sash, freeing my arms. I shook them to get the blood in them flowing again. He stood up and pulled me into his arms for an extended embrace. Then he walked me to the bathtub and helped ease my nearly limp body into the warm water.


Tears came to my eyes as my emotions took over from all that I had just felt and experienced. I had felt helpless, yet fully cared for. I had felt exhausted from a long workweek yet energized by the sexual pleasure of the moment. And mostly, I felt enlightened from my better understanding of his obsession with male chastity.


We both enjoyed a relaxing bath together, a long night cuddled in each other’s arms and then sleeping in until late the next morning. When I woke, all I could think about was how I was going to “repay” what he had done to me the night before. My she-devil mind was racing; the bar had been set very high this time!

 

Sorry that my telling of our last chastity/bondage experience is so long... There were just so many juicy details, I still didn't get them all in.

 

Here is the "sub-story" (pun intended) from above. It tells about his 8 days WITHOUT an orgasm.

 

You're very welcome. But beware, he might get some ideas.

 

This morning I woke up thinking about our sex-capades in the bathroom the other night. I was getting turned on just remembering the things he did for/to me. He was still sleeping next to me so I tried to wake him up with soft kisses. After a while he finally woke up and rather than wanting to play, he asked me if I had made any coffee yet... Usually he is the one that gets up first and makes the coffee, not me.

I was a little disappointed at his response so I got up and made the coffee. I brought him a cup back into the bedroom where he had fallen back to sleep. I woke him up and said "I have your coffee sweetie, but first you need to put your cage back on". I usually only have him wear it when I'm out of town at work. He looked bewildered and asked, "Are you working today?". I responded, "No, I just want you locked up right now". He didn't object but was somewhat confused.

Now I will see how long it takes his attitude/behavior to improve. I won't say anything to him about being locked up and if he brings it up I'll just change the subject. I'll just keep him wondering what I'm up to; no idea right now for how long. I guess it's the MagicWand for me today... I think I'll just sit down on the couch next to him and use it while he is watching the NBA playoffs this afternoon... That should get his attention!

 

24 hours now that he's been locked up and he's becoming much more "Thoughtful". I think it also helps that it's Mother's Day too. So far breakfast in bed, foot massage and I get the remote to the TV. Happy times!

 

He's back to being like "putty in my hands". I feel like I could have anything I ask for. I think I'll reward him tonight--I know he's going crazy in his cage, but he's just trying to act like he's okay.

 

I really thought I was going to release my husband last night from his cock-cage. It has been almost 4 days that he's been in his chastity cage. A first in that he is usually locked up only when I'm on a trip; usually only over night or during the day if I'm around. During the day I had mentioned how much I had appreciated his behavior towards me and that I had big plans of "taking care" of him last night. He was visibly very pleased and was looking forward to his release.

However, yesterday afternoon our friends, Timothy and Kelly called and asked if they could come over for a visit. I said sure and then told my husband they were coming over and that I had invited them to stay for dinner. He asked if I thought they would be staying long. Knowing the reasoning behind his question I said "I'm sure there will still be time for what I have planned afterwards". He smiled and said he was glad they were coming over. I asked him to help me prepare dinner and he readily agreed; doing his best to do all that he could.

Our friends arrived around 7:00pm and as usual we drank wine before, during and after dinner... LOTS of wine! After dinner my husband got up and cleared the table and quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher and wiped everything down. I kept smiling at him and glancing down at his crotch each time he came near me to let him know that I was very mindful he wanted business taken care of "down there".

Our friends wanted to play cards so I opened another bottle of wine. We ended up drinking several bottles, played several more games of cards and before we knew it, it was past midnight. Our friends were not in any condition to drive home so I insisted they stay the night. They obliged. I said we could let them borrow something to sleep in.

My husband took Timothy with him to walk around the house turning off lights and locking all the doors. I took my friend Kelly into my walk-in closet and let her pick out something to wear. She picked out some sexy lacy pink sleep shorts and a matching pink tank top and put them on. I put on some sheer white silk shorts and matching camisole. I also gave her pajama bottoms for her husband. I was taking off some of my jewelry and Kelly asked to try on some of my rings and bracelets. Kelly saw my necklace around my neck with the key to my husband's cock cage. She asked what it was and I said I would have to tell her later. She was intrigued and asked if she could try it on with the other pieces of my jewelry. She looked in my full length mirror and smiled at how cute she looked in my sleepwear and my jewelry. She then took off all my rings and bracelets and placed them on my dresser. She kept playing with the key on the end of the necklace and asked if it went to a safe? I said no, but that it was something more personal yet still very valuable. Before she could ask me any more questions I offered, "why don't you wear it to bed tonight and I'll tell you about it in the morning". She smiled and said "okay".

We both walked back into the living room where the men were sitting. They both stopped mid-conversation and stared at each of us in our sexy attire. I asked my husband to show our guests to their room while I went back into our bedroom. We all said our "goodnights" and my husband escorted them to the upper guest suite and I went into our bedroom, brushed my teeth and then sat on the end of the bed. While my husband was walking our guests to their room, he noticed my necklace around Kelly's neck. When he got back to our bedroom he very nervously asked why Kelly was wearing my necklace??? I assured him that I hadn't told her anything but that she really liked it and just wanted to wear it for the night. He suggested I should go get it from her, but I said "I will in the morning".

Before he could get too upset, I started undressing him and caressing and kissing him while whispering "Shhhhhhhhh" as sexy as I could. He stood there bewildered. I completely undressed him to where he was standing there naked except for his cock-cage. I could see that his cock was completely engorged and was now bulging out of its cage. Again he said that I should go get the necklace (and key). I said, "No" suggesting sarcastically that "our guests might be having sex and I wouldn't want to interrupt them". As he stood there totally naked, I suggested, "YOU can go get my necklace and the key if you want...". He just shook his head in disbelief. Being quite drunk, I think I probably teased him more than I would normally do. His frustration was visibly unbearable.

Realizing his predicament, he grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed. He started kissing me ferociously and rubbing his body all over mine. I could see that his sexual frustration was taking control of him. I asked him to roll me over so I could sit on top of him while he laid on his back. He did and I removed my silk shorts. Then I started rubbing my clit slowly on his cock-cage. He began thrusting his hips towards mine in hopes to get some satisfaction, but the action only frustrated him more. Groaning in desperation, he arched his back in one last thrust and then collapsed all his muscles and just laid there defeated. With his arms slung out wide I moved myself forward and pinned his arms down with my legs while sitting on his chest. My pussy was now inches from his mouth. I told him I wanted him to "use all his sexual energy to eat my pussy". Before he could say anything I moved forward and smothered his face. He proceeded to eat me out while I smothered him with my vagina, only allowing him a gasp of air every few moments. I reached down and fingered myself while he kissed, licked and sucked me to an amazing orgasm.




I was feeling a little guilty for feeling so satisfied while I knew he was so frustrated. I got up and went into the bathroom and prepared a warm wet towel. I returned to my husband, he was still laying on his back, his face still covered in my juices. I wiped his face and chest and cleaned him up. I pulled back the covers, turned off the lamp and snuggled up to him in bed. I could feel his heart still racing and could sense his body still sexually frustrated. I calmed him with tender words and caressed his body with light strokes of my finger nails. He held me tight and told me how much he loved me and told me how amazing he thought I was. I couldn't believe that he could love me so much and think I was so wonderful after just taking him to the edge of such extreme frustration. Even though it felt so wrong I knew at that moment I was doing exactly what he really wanted.

Good night!

 

Thank you everyone for your kind remarks and requests to hear the rest of the story... I will post it as soon as I can (it will be worth the wait!). In the meantime please make sure you're securely fastened in your "c-belts" and prepare yourself for the ride.