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This section will contain more backstory than the previous posts. To those that want more action, more action is coming. For those that needed more backstory, you are in luck.
Enjoy. This was written and posted in haste so please be kind.
I was awakened the next morning by something that really should have been better than it was. My beautiful naked wife had slid down my body and had put her mouth around the nub of my cage (about the size of a thimble) and had been licking and kissing my stretched scrotum and giggling to herself as she saw me rouse.
"Good morning sunshine. Nothing like a good morning blow job to get the day started. Did that feel good?" She grinned, looking up at me for a moment before inspecting the cage and the predicament my trapped testicle are in. "How's your little pee pee this morning? Seriously, how does the cage feel on your morning wood?"
I tried in vain to wrap my head around the feeling of my cock straining to be free, while trapped by the catheter, the unique cage and the belt. I simply responded "it feels okay", still coming to terms with my self-induced predicament.
Kate bounded off the bed and said "oooh, we have have big day ahead of us. I have that fitness competition and then we have that pool party at Christal and Paul's house tonight. Should be a fun day to debut your new chastity device. At least we don't have to worry about the cold water inducing any shrinkage. Hahahah" she said as she kind of skipped naked to the bathroom, her firm ass jiggling as she went.
After showers and me preparing coffee and my photography gear, we were out the door. I did have to try on lots of different pant options to be able to find some baggy enough pants to fit over the cage.
The drive to the event seemed like any other day. But the tension around the forfeits and regifts, not to mention the chastity cage and ball stretchers, hung in the air like smoke from a fire that was just really starting to burn. Lingering there, not ever very far from my primary focus.
I will say this, Kate looked amazing. Like take my breath away wow. She had started wearing little fitness outfits about a year ago as her body became fit again. She now pretty much lives in them with her social media fitness presence, around the clock traiand income. She posts daily workouts and the like and is always in the tightest and shortest shorts, sports bras and leggings. I instantly get hard seeing her. Well, until today. She has her red hair up in a pony tail, some new fitness brand of micro shorts with zero inseam and a tiny strappy bra top. Every curve, every crevice is on display in her bright pink shorts. Her perfectly rounded ass is the envy of most of the women at the event. I stride in behind her carrying her gym bag and my camera bag.
She sees her team and runs over to them, she strips off her cropped hoodie as she nears them and gives each a hug. First there is her cousin Christal. She is about 10 years older than Kate, she has big fake tits that are always on display and a big bubble butt. She is also one dirty minded little pervert. Even making me blush with the things she says.
Next is Derek, he is a former D1 linebacker, now part time trainer and fitness model and contractor in his mid 40s. He is potentially the most built and handsome man here, like a chiseled 6'4" 240 lbs machine that can hold his own with the Rock or the actor that plays Reacher. She gives him a big full frontal hug and he hugs her back.
And lastly is Chad. This guy is the biggest muscle-head douche bag I have met. He combines all the best elements of short guy syndrome (hes 5'8"), "my muscles are my personality" (he is really jacked), and I could have been a backstreet boy or somesuch. In the words of Doc Holiday from the movie Tombstone, "How I hate him, how I really hate him."
What happened next surprised me. Kate hugs dbag extra long and kisses him on the cheek. "You. Have. To. Be. Kidding. Me. Is he going to get the bj privileges? Fuck my life. Seriously. I think to myself."
She continues to be extra bubbly and flirty with him. Touching his arm and chest. His response is to take off his cut t shirt. And flex his abs. I am seriously sick to my stomach.
I am snapped out of my contemplation by Christal who asks me "Hey, what are you so lost in thought about?"
I replied with something to the effect of "got to check my equipment", while bending over to check my camera bag. She comes and stands beside me and quips "You sure it's not your new cage?" Just low enough for me alone to hear.
She continues to study what has caught my gaze. Kate. Kate flirting with that walking protein shake.
She surprised me by saying, "Yeah she's gonna fuck him. He has been chasing her hard ever since she went to work at the gym. He trades shifts to work whenever she works and is always stalking her on social media. Just sayin'."
I shot her a sideways glare. My mind was racing. "How did you know about… and when were you gonna tell me about," my voice trailed off as i watched Kate laughing so hard at Chads jokes, she touched his chest like he was the funniest m-fer in the world, then looking up at him like she genuinely admired him. That got me.
"Yeah, you are good and truly fucked." My wife's best friend and confidant told me as she walked off.
I spent the next several hours photographing and watching Kate. She wanted content for her social media and was here as a serious competitor along with her team. It was some kind of 4 person crossfit games. Lots of high fives and booty slaps between her and Chad.
However, there was a bright spot. She did flirt at about the same with almost everyone that had muscles and a dick. She must have ful frontal hugged like 12 dudes. Apart from my jealousy and wounded pride, I was able to see her. Like the real Kate, the one that lit up a room with her personality, that motivated everyone to do and be better while also being a fiery competitor.
But what to do about this damn cage and those damn coupons?
We left the competition and Kate was obviously excited about the results and about the day. The attention just fired her up.
She asked me how I was. I said, "I feel like we need to talk." She looked at me.
Seeing the concern on my face, she just looked at me and started matter of fact lying. "Doc, I have loved you since we met. I have committed myself to loving you till one of us passes. I am invested in building our family, your career and my business."
She paused and grabbed my hand, and then looked the front of the car. "Over the last several months you have been communicating to me that you want to explore your submissive side. I have always loved that we could split time being the top and being the bottom." She squeezed my hand for effect. "Wasn't it on our first date you ate me out and our second you taught me how to bust your balls. I think you had given me half a dozen orgasms with your mouth before I sucked your dick the first time?" She looked at me making eye contact. "I never felt like I wanted to go too far down that path as I was concerned I would lose the strong you. The alpha you." She turned her head to look away focusing outside the car on the passenger side. "I see now that I am keeping you in a box of expectation that I made, not giving you a place to explore a part of your sexuality, thinking it would compromise the strength of who you are as a person, as a man. As my man. My one and only."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes. She was not prone to cry. Like ever. Cuss like a sailor and throw hands, yes. Cry, no.
I let her continue, "I could hear your desire for submission, for cuckolding, for humiliation as you described your fantasies to me. I have always wanted to give you everything and anything you wanted, particularly in the bedroom. Several weeks ago when I bound you and edged you and teased you and quized you about your fantasies, that was a big deal. You were so excited. So aroused and so so happy to be heard and accepted. It kinda broke my heart to see you get so little, so raw and actually feel my unconditional affection understanding it is for the real you."
I wanted to interject, but she asked to let her finish.
"This requires somethings to change. I need to let you out of the box I have built for you and see if you can do it. Be the strong, intelligent, kind, generous and humble man I fell in love with while I push the limits of your submission. I need to push myself to not be frustrated and feel denied myself because you want to explore sex in a different way. A different way than the way I like sex. The truth is I like sucking your cock. The pleasure it gives me to get you off. But what it really is, is me making you feel good in a way that I am good at. I also really like having power over you. Like raw sexual power. It is something new I have discovered. That teasing and edging session, I turned you to putty in my hands. Ohhh gawwwd that was hot. You would have let me cage you for life that night all for the privilege of eating my pussy and getting one orgasm."
She looked over and grinned. "It makes my pussy so wet to just think about it. Wanna feel?" She moved her shorts down and let me feel her wet sex. I began to play with her pussy. She held my hand in place.
"So from that night, I began to wrestle with how do I give you what you want but will not ask for in a strong enough way to scratch your itch, while giving you a chance to show me I was wrong that you can be submissive without dimming your other qualities. This of course has to be balanced with a third factor that is about me." She paused.
I interrupted, "You like being the center of attention. You like to flirt. You like the attention you are getting from men, on line and in real life." I paused to make eye contact. She let me continue. "That thing you get from pleasuring me, and from having power over me you have found a similar or same kind of buzz from others."
She wanted to interrupt, but she stopped herself.
"I could see it today. You are a dynamo Kate. A world beater when you can be unleashed. I watched you flirt and touch at least a dozen handsome muscular men, but you were able to compete, encourage and radiate energy at a higher level than anytime I have ever seen you to everyone around you." She paused me here.
"I did flirt. I am a flirt. The more confident I feel the more I do. I know it. But there is a key part of the equation you may be missing. It is because I have you, Doc. The difference is, I have you." She reached down in her still damp from sweat sports bra and there nestled in her cleavage was the key to my cage. She pulled it out and waved it. "You see I have you." Giggle. "And your tiny pee-pee." She reached over and squeezed my cage. " I don't want to fuck, or spend more time than needed with those arrogant pricks. But I do like their attention and it does fuel me. I will not deny it. I am beginning to understand more about what I need as I understand what you need."
"I need to have control of the things that matter to the people that I care about. You and our boys are what I care about most. To care for you is to be the best sex partner you can have. When we first met that meant sucking your cock and busting your balls and parading around in next to zero clothing. That suited me perfect as that is just who I am. You are more complex now and that means diving deep into this gnawing ache of power exchange, humiliation and cuckolding. All while kicking you in the balls and parading around in almost zero clothing." She paused looked at me and smiled. That smile she reserved for me. That most genuine smile in the world.
"Now here is the hard part. To get to where we want to go, I have to prioritize my needs and satisfaction and push you to be the chaste cuck that you need to explore. So, I invented the game. I researched chastity devices and all kinds of toys and tools. I read stories till i found a way that worked for me. One where I found pleasure and scratched an itch I have."
"One of the key things I kept bumping into was the idea that we can't ease into this. We will dip our toe in and then jump back out or regret we did not go further. But because I feel secure in your your love for me and commitment to our family, I can take you to where you need to go. And I can see you do both, be a happy little locked submissive cuck and the best version of you, while finding this new dominant version of me. I know in my heart of hearts that this is the path for me, for you, for us."
I blurted out, "So are you gonna give Chad the blow job coupon?"
"Who says I haven't already?"
The end of part 3