I’ve been with my wife for just over 8 years now, married for 5. She just brought up the idea of cucking me. She asked if I was ready, and then proved that I was. I knew this would come up eventually, but I think I’ve been too scared to acknowledge it. While we may have started out as a very normal vanilla couple 8 years ago, things have progressed recently to where I knew this was coming. I guess my wife could sense that because of the way she approached me.
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It was Sunday night, and my wife had told me earlier in the day that I’d been good and maybe deserved something special so I was particularly on edge, but keeping my head down playing video games.
She came into the living room from the kitchen wearing nothing but a long T-shirt and underwear. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for bed. Don’t bother putting any clothes on after your shower. I’ll meet you up there when you’re done.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I shut off my ps5 without saving and went up to shower. She’s had me caged for almost 2 years now. It started with daily, then weekly, then monthly releases, but these days I never know when she’ll want me out. Nevertheless, I’ve gotten use to showering with it on, and I knew that the small metal chastity cage that I’ve gotten so use to was all she wanted to see me in when she met me upstairs.
She was still downstairs when I came out of the shower. I dried off and went into the bedroom to get under the blankets. She must have heard me somehow because just as I left the corner of the comforter she yells from down stairs, “I want you on top of the covers!”
Something about her telling me what to do made me swell in the cage. I obeys and laid on top of the covers. Totally exposed, waiting for her to come up stairs.
She entered the bedroom and glared at my cock straining cock as it pushed its cage away from itself without any success. Without looking away she said firmly but sympathetically, “I’m ready to start fucking again, and no it’s not going to be you. Are you ready for that?” The way she spoke to me reminded me of being in the principals office as a kid, and what she said terrified me all the same.
I’m not sure it was the question itself or the look of hunger combined with disdain on her face as she glared at my caged cock, but a desperate energy shot through me causing my already straining cock to perform a pathetic wiggle in its cage and a bead of precum appeared on my tip. This caused her to break into a fit of laughter. I tried to interrupt, “babe I’m just not su…”
“Shhhh shhhh shhh,” she shushed me in between laughing as she calmed down. She then sat down on the edge of the bed, facing me and looking me in the eyes now. She kicked her feet up so that we were in opposite directions and pressed her feet into my face.
“You’ve always loved my feet. I guess that’s how this started, huh?”
I opened my mouth to answer her and she immediately stuck her foot into it. I began sucking her toes on reflex and at the same time she grabbed ahold of my cage.
“How long were we together before you told me about wanting to suck my toes? I guess you didn’t really have to tell me. I always saw you looking.” As she said this she moved her big toe in and out of my mouth making an audible popping noise. The tighter she squeezed my cage the more enthusiastically I sucked.
“Everyone at school knew you were my foot boy, then when we moved in together you just couldn’t get enough, could you? Everyday whining for sex. Whining for my feet. I put up with it because I love you. But it really did gross me out.”
As she said this I winced. I knew she was repulsed by me but I still needed more. More of her. More of her feel, her smell.
She sensed my pain, “It’s okay baby. I’ve come to love you for what you are. I love us for what we are.” As she said this she pulled her toes away from my face. I leaned in needing more. She brought her ankle up to her chest, showing off the anklet holding the key to my cage. From this position I could almost see her pussy, but the tshirt she was wearing cast just enough of a shadow to keep it from me. How long had it been since I’d seen it last?
“Up here!” She said dangling her anklet as she removed the key.
“Now, I might let you cum right now, but first I need you to tell me how we got here. Why am I asking you how you feel about me cucking you? Why do I know you want me to do it?” As she talked, she placed the key into the lock and my hands instinctually reached for it. “Ah ah ah. No touching!” She said smacking my hands away with one hand and tugging on my cage with the other.”
“Babe, please. I know I can’t satisfy you but..”I trailed off as she started to stroke me through the cage.
“It started with my feet and the begging. Then the more I denied you the faster you’d cum when I finally gave in. Then you were the one watching chastity porn, weren’t you? I bet you wanted me to find that, didn’t you? It was a good next step, I’ll have to admit. Putting you on my schedule, keeping you on edge. You’re so eager aren’t you?” She slowly placed the key into the cage and her right big toe back into my mouth.
At this point I was a total wreck. She was right of course. The progression of it all. And there was so much more. It’s true that I needed her feet. And now I needed HER pleasure. Through the cage she trained me on her needs and wants, and with how useless I’d become I couldn’t please her at all.
“I know how bad you need my feet.” God it was like she could read my mind. “But have needs too. So before I turn this key and let you cum, why don’t you say what we both need to hear”
She removed her toes from my mouth and leaned in to listen. She pulled one leg in resting her foot by my cage keeping the other just a few inches from my face.
“Why am I going to cuck you, baby?”
“Because I’m a useless foot boy that cum too fast to please his wife.”
“That’s right, and what do you want me to do?”
“Cuck me”
“Good boy.” Click with that she turned the key and unlocked me. The cage popped up as if on a spring. She gently pulled it the rest of the way off and as she did I erupted. Cumming all over the cage and the foot resting by it without her giving me another touch.”
“Wow I guess you really are ready for this next step,” she said as she brought the cum covered foot up to my face to join the other. She rubbed them together spreading the cum around. I couldn’t believe how much there was.
“Go ahead clean up. You’re going to get use to this.”
I lapped at her feet and practically came again as I did. She forced my still stiff cock back into the cage and I passed out too expended to be uncomfortable.
I’m still unsure of what comes next. Is she going to just start sleeping with other men? Will she forget all about me when she does?