I thought I would get used to chastity but I didn’t. Still my penis kept straining against the cage. I felt very self conscious when outside as if every man saw my bulge and knew I was a wimp who had let his girlfriend cage me. I wasn’t just horny. I needed to get off to relieve the pain in my penis, the pain that spread deeper into my body and felt like an emptiness.
My girlfriend wasn’t helping. Recently she had started wearing far more skimpy clothes. She said she finds it freeing. Recently when I went out with her I couldn’t help but stare at her. Her summer dress billowed in the wind and as the breeze pulled the fabric from her body I could see her bare nipples. She rarely wore bras now. Whenever we were out, her nipples were often noticeable through the fabric.
At home though, she was worse. She often didn’t feel the need for clothes. With my confinement she felt comfortable naked. She would stroll around, her perky breasts totally exposed. Her shaved vagina was often visible too and my locked penis drove me crazy with pain and longing for release.
I couldn’t help but poke and prod and tug at my cage. Whatever I did I just got more frustrated, which made me try to play with it more. My sense of arousal and sexual centre seemed to have pushed deeper into my body, nearer my prostate, but I didn’t know if I was willing to relieve myself that way.
My behaviour was changing. I was getting more desperate to please my girlfriend in the so far vein hope she might release me. She would ask me to clean the dishes and I would comply. She would ask me to clean the floors, and I would scrub away until I was exhausted. She would ask me to help her get ready for a night out and I would be there, helping to pull tight clothes up her body.
It batman escort did make me jealous, watching her dress up more slutty than she ever had while we were having sex. Who was she dressing up for if not her boyfriend? What men was she trying to impress? Is she having an affair while I am tormented in chastity? Of course she was cheating, but if I implied I thought that then she would get angry.
“You know this is exactly why you need to be locked up. The moment a women starts dressing for herself; you assume she is a slut. Your want to control me and my sexuality is a classic sign of toxic masculinity. This possessiveness is a huge turn off.” With that I knew she wouldn’t release me any time soon so I learned to say nothing. It had been more than a month since my penis had been able to get erect.
My birthday approached and I thought that at last some release would come. After my modest party she invited me to strip and to lie on the table. I didn’t know what was happening but I felt like I couldn’t refuse. “I know you have been desperate since I have locked you up, but I need you to understand I don’t miss having sex with you.” I gulped. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I still love you and always will but you just can’t perform in bed. It is your birthday though so I will give you some release.” She put on a black gave and fished out the key dangling between her pert breasts. She unlocked my penis and it sprung to attention. I didn’t care that the woman I loved wasn’t attracted to me, I just needed release.
She put on a black rubber glove and began to stroke my penis. I think my penis must have shrunk in its confinement. Within only a handful of strokes I felt an orgasm approach. I normally would have battalgazi escort tried to hold on but I needed this so deeply. She was rough and her eyes implied she didn’t care but the only part of existence I could focus on was my burning penis.
Warm white spunk shot out of my penis as it slowly started to deflate. “See? You get to cum for the first time in a month and you can’t even last a minute. Do you really think that I could get anything out of having sex with you? Was it really worth whining for a month just for a minute of pleasure?” My body felt hot and heavy. Shame flushed my cheeks as my girlfriend deconstructed my metaphorical manhood. My half hard penis had begun to wilt and started drooping over my thigh.
“No, we aren’t finished here,” my girlfriend said through gritted teeth. She started tugging roughly at my spent penis and with a few strokes it was stirring again, trying to get fully hard. She was so rough that my penis hardly and a chance to stand up straight before her slippery grip pulled back down to its base. I was in ecstasy. This was the best sex of my life. Her rhythm increased, faster than I was when I wanked but I couldn’t care less. Before long, a gentle spurt of cum was dribbling down the head of my penis. I lolled my head around groggy but so alive.
“No, we are done until I say we are done.” My girlfriend started pulling on my quickly deflating penis. I bit my lip. “You don’t get to moan and pester me about when you will be allowed to cum, only to want me to stop before I have started having fun.” My penis felt stretched and bruised, it showed no life of wanted to get erect but still she pulled hard and furiously. Her hand went up and down my taught shaft. “Come on, one bayburt escort more for me.” Fire and ice coursed through my penis as she continued to insist I had one more orgasm inside me. I pushed my head back on the hard wood, my body wriggling in an endless discontent. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to cum.” She went further and further. The line between pleasure and pain was gone; my world was my penis and the gloved hand that was torturing it. Something was rising in me. I couldn’t believe it but another orgasm was rising in me. This was the best night ever.
Finally, she stopped, satisfied. I felt small and shrivelled. My battered cock wilting, I looked down and saw some small clear cum beading on my purple penis. Before I could thank her she grabbed a small shiny metal thing. I was too dazed to resist. I felt her manhandle my spent penis and forcing my balls through a cold metal ring. Is this a new cage? I thought to myself. I felt more cold metal but was too tired to look down on it. “Get up, come on, I need you to understand some things.”
I slowly pulled my body up, looking down at my crotch. My penis was covered by a small metal cage. It was definitely smaller than the last cage. I still felt a bit woozy but I couldn’t help and smile dumbly thinking of the pain and pleasure I had just felt. “You simply can’t satisfy me and this display,” she emphasised the last word, “proves I was right to cage you. Don’t think I don’t love you; I am not suggesting either of us move out. Once a month if you behave well you can get some release but know that it is purely for your benefit. The rest of the month you will keep the house neat and tidy, cook all the meals and help me when I am going out or expecting male company.” She had just admitted she intended to cuckold me, but all I could think about was the most exciting orgasms I had ever had. “You understand?” I nodded slowly.
It was my birthday, my girlfriend had told me she was cuckolding me and my next orgasm was at least a month away. It was the beginning of a whole new year for me.
