One evening, I found myself quietly locked in my chastity cage, anticipation and nervous excitement coursing through me as I awaited my wife’s arrival. When she slipped into bed beside me, I was completely exposed—naked and confined—with a large black dildo resting nearby. Gently, I guided her hand to my imprisoned shaft; the moment she realized what I had done, my heart threatened to burst.
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She flipped on the bedside lamp, examining my helpless member trapped within the cage. Slowly, she began to play with my balls, her touch both teasing and commanding as I lay utterly powerless beneath her fingers.
Then, handing her the dildo, I told her this would be the only cock she could use tonight. Without hesitation, she positioned it and began to ride it confidently right before my eyes, my own pathetic erection locked away and denied. I lavished attention on her pleasure, licking her as she moved, whispering that she should imagine it belonged to another man. Her moans grew louder, her hips moved more urgently, and with a shuddering climax, she came undone while I watched, helpless and yearning.
Afterward, she continued to tease me—fondling the cage, caressing my balls with her feet, and sliding a finger through the bars—leaving me feeling utterly humiliated, submissive, and yet more turned on than I have been in years. How could I possibly return to normal after experiencing such raw, intense surrender?