Today is a typical “work from home” day for me so I get up a bit later than normal and head into “the office”
My home office is really just the first floor guest bedroom, that has barely been used in the 7 years we’ve lived in this house.
It’s nice in that it has it’s own bathroom and is near the front door, but otherwise it is sparsely decorated: a bed, a bench at the foot of the bed, this desk and a small, barren closet.
I hear Daisy go about her day and leave for work.
“WFH” days are pretty lazy. I get some work done, watch TV, get some work done, watch some porn, get some work done…repeat. Today starts out no different.
I’ve gotten so used to my cage now it doesn’t occur to me that today is going to be VERY different.
After submitting some code, I flip over to my personal laptop (no porn on company equipment!) and realize what’s about to happen, but I’m very curious suddenly.
So, I start browsing porn as I normally do, and find it takes less time to feel the effects. My cock barely has to swell before it presses up against its restraints, causing the sensation of needing to swell up gains momentum. This is a viscious cycle and i’m honestly afraid of hurting myself.
I decide to be a bit more productive today.
So I am…I focus, close tickets, answer emails, submit code. I take breaks for lunch and other things, but otherwise hyperfocused and before I notice I’m wrapped up for the day.
I hear Daisy home already and at about the time I normally call it quits she knocks and walks into the room.
“Work done yet?”
I am hyper-aware of zoom camera’s so not only do I turn off my work computer, i physically block any chance of a camera catching any accidental r/byebyejob content.
“Yup, was about to come out and say ‘hi…”
“Don’t. I have something for you”, and she hands me a USB drive…”with some instructions on it.”
“Oh…kay…” and she kisses me.
“I’ll check on you later.”
The grin across my face could be seen from across town.
She steps out and specifically leaves the door open, which has no lock anyway.
I open up my laptop and plug it in. It’s just a folder with files in it, a text file that says “Read Me First.”
“First: I love you, even before you volunteered the other day. It just reminded me of why I do.
Second: watch these in order, sound on. No cheating. I will know, and you will understand how at the end.
Third: No matter what, no cumming. No. Cumming. Stop touching if you have too, but do not stop the video, and do not cum.”
My first thought is how could I cum in this thing?
Then my second thought was start the fucking videos!
They are numbered, so it’s obvious as to the order, but I also have 0 expectations of what I’m about to watch.
Video 1: A standard porn scene I think any woman would expect any man to love. Beautiful girl eager to please a fairly large porn cock. She is not wrong.
It has its effect, but I’m cautious to get too into it, still locked up and not knowing what’s to … come.
I manage to make it through the first video, about 10 minutes long. I did grope at myself a bit, but the only real sensation is by squeezing my still relatively free balls. Squeezing my cock has no effect as the tube prevents that.
Video 2: Is actually just an audio file, but it is seemingly more powerful. The womans voice gives JOI instructions via ASMR. I close my eyes and listen to her words, acting out what parts I can, though there is some trouble matching some of the tasks. I perform them as best I can.
Video 3: video 3 starts with a text, now obviously written by Daisy:
“In the bathroom, under the candle, there is a key…”
I race to the bathroom while the video plays, find the candle, and there find my salvation: a small brass key. I fit it in the lock and it turns, but suddenly hesitate.
I stumble back to the room, pants half open as an after effect of the previous tasks.
The video is still going so I start it over…
“In the bathroom, under the candle, there is a key. Take it and unlock the lock and remove the chastity cage.” This is the first time either of us has actually called it what it is.
I work my limping cock out of the tube, and finesse my (very full) balls out from the metal circle.
I have to start the video again to find the next task:
“…chastity cage.
Continue to watch this video, but do NOT touch yourself. Sit on your hands if you have to. Puth them over your head. But no tuoching” (she spelled touching wrong!).
The screen goes blank for what seems like forever, long enough that I feel I need to check it, but it continues.
A man and a woman, both hella gorgeous are making out, seemingly just starting out on a session, but obviously the beginning part of the video was chopped off for the text crawl.
They grope each other and my hand instinctively goes for my crotch, but I catch myself….I wisely put my hands behind my back.
This is a slow burn. I didn’t notice how long this video was, but I’m afraid to check for fear of falling into old habbits and jerking off.
The scene progresses. He eats her delicate pussy, she sucks his fat porn cock. They fuck. I squirm. I do everything I can to keep my hands at bay, but also move my hips and legs and try and get some sensation on my cock and balls. Using my thighs I manage to squeeze my balls, and sometimes my cock, but I start to feel like that is cheating, so I try to remain still. My hands are now clasped behind my head.
These two are impressive. And seemingly actually into it, and it’s not just rote fucking.
To this point it was mostly grunting and the sounds of sex, but suddenly I hear the woman speak. The dialog is rough, but something to the effect of: “make me cum like he never could…fuck me like he never did…cum inside my cunt while my husband watches!”
The camera pans over to her “husband”, sitting there all along, cock locked in a similar cage, watching his wife get absoluatly wrecked by a real cock. A porn cock. “Steve’s” cock.
The text crawl starts again as the video is over!
I’m in shock. Her words crush my soul and make my cock impressively hard. I hate to think what would have happened if I was still restrained. I’m on the edge of my chair, fumbling for the mouse, completely unsure if there was a 4.mpg.
There is.
Video 4 starts with another text crawl:
“Get on your knees.
There is still no cuming, but that is now the only rule.
Enjoy the video, cuck.”
Cuck. She said it, well, wrote it down, but I read it in her voice. Cuck.
The video starts off where the last one left off, but I’m still in shoke reading that word: “Cuck”. I’m not sure what it means now. The video continues, but I heard little of it with that word rattling around in my head.
I start the video over. I drop to my knees. My cock rock hard with that word…that label…still in my ears, and as I read it again, I stand panting.
“…while my husband watches!”, the video resumes.
“Hey locked up bitch…crawl over here”, the male actor says. The camera switches to a POV from the husbands…from my perspective.
“Watch me open your wifes little cunt with my cock…”
His not wrong. The swollen tip of his cock presses against her and her pussy yields to it, stretching to take it all in. It slides slowly inside Daisy’s cunt…the actresses cunt and her face turns to beautiful agony. It’s a face I’ve never seen on her before. He must make her feel so good, so pretty, so important.
I’m madly stroking my free cock to this scene, imagining Daisy being ravanged by Steve beautiful cock. She deserves this. Every. Inch. Of. It.
I’m lost in my own thoughts now, barely paying attention to the video or the dirty words they are saying. My only purpose is to bring Daisy the best cocks I can find, make her feel beautiful in ways I can’t.
The thoughts of watching her with other men is intoxicating, and I lose myself…but then the sound of her voice says “No cumming”…I have to hear it a few times to understand.
“No cumming”. It’s not imagined. Daisy is standing behind me now. The video has started over already while I was lost in thought. My edged cock leaks in my hand.
“No cumming”, she says sternly as her hand runs through my hair, tugging at it…pulling my head back.
I turn to face her, while she encourages my head around towards her. She’s tall now, as I’m on my knees. Tall and powerful.
She continues to control my movements with her hand in my hair as I let go of my swollen dick, and use my hands to help crawl as she is pulling me over to the end of the bed.
She sits on the bench there and just looks at me. I gaze up at her with a new appreciation. She is beautiful. Powerful. My Queen. And in total control. I submit to her, and remain kneeling at her feet.
“Did you enjoy your free time?”
“I did.”
“From now on, in this context, the answer is Yes Mistress. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
No response.
“Now crawl over there and bring me your cage.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“A fast learner”, she says.
I find the parts to the cage and crawl back to her.
“Stand up.”
I stand. My swollen dick is now just under, and infront of, that beautiful mouth.
“Take of the rest of your clothes.” She checks her watch. “Hurry up now.”
I strip without hesitation, and return to standing in front of her, arms naturally clasped behind my back. Dick still proudly on display. I haven’t stayed this hard “hands free” for a while now.
She caresses my dick, and slowly starts to assemble my cage around my dick.
“From now on, I decide what you wear, here, and everywhere. I will pick out the clothes for you, or at least you will verify with me that I approve.
You will call me Mistress in this context, but will be discrete when necessary. However, your behavior everywhere will improve. You will defer to me, and respect me in new ways.
I will be fair, loving and of course supportive, but at no time will you behave as if I am NOT in charge.
Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Mistress. Yes Mistress.” The fumble pleases her. She has me off my gaurd.
“Good”, she says with the click of the lock.
“We will test your obedience right now.”
She gets up, gathers my clothes and heads to the door with them, and my personal laptop.
“I have guests coming over tonight. I will tell them you are away, and remind them of the bathroom down the hall, however, this door doesn’t lock, does it?”
“No Mistress”.
“See, I suggest you be as quiet as a mouse in here.”
“….” I start to speak, but the look she gives me shuts me down before I start. She has no time for me tonight. We both hear a car outside.
“Should I close this door, then?”
“Yes Mistress”, I’m sure to get it right this time for sure.
“Good boy.” She leaves me with an encouraging smile, but a devious one! And with all my clothes. With only my work laptop she knows I’ll have nothing to do, but I’m not going to risk making a sound.
I’m stuck in here, naked except for the chastity cage she shoved my dick into. And there are now people in the house as I can hear them talking.
I look around and weigh my options…there is nothing here. I could wrap myself in the blanket, but how would I explain that?
Someone might actually come in here for the bathroom, so that option is out.
Somehow my heart is racing, and my cock is still swollen, but cramped in the cage. WTF is this exciting me? Why wont it just go limp??
I opt for the closet.
As I hear music start out side, I quietly open the closet door and slip inside.
There’s little light in here, and it will only get darker as the night progresses. The back wall of the closet is the back side of the living room most people gather in. I press my ear to it to try and count the people and who they all might be, and see if I can hear Steve’s voice.
….
I wake up some time later, having fallen asleep at some point. I think woken up by the sound of cars leaving the driveway. I press my ear against the wall once more…fewer voices but still someone is there with Daisy. Female though, I think.
They laugh, but I can’t make out the words. There are times where it is quiet and I wonder if Daisy is telling them all her secret: that her husband is now a cuck and she has locked his cock up for the last time.
More laughter, but then I hear to door close….and no more voices.
The muffled sound of someone cleaning up, silence…then….the TV? I think…
Still, I wait, and no more voices are clear…just the background noice of the TV.
I decide to quietly open the closet door and try to listen from the bedroom door.
Still, just muffled (but clearer) TV voices.
I open the door and from here can see someone…Daisy?…on the couch. Yes. It’s her watching TV as if her husband hadn’t been in a closet, in chastity all night with a house full of guests.
I walk out further…
“Daisy?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Can I come out now?”
“Well, technically you could have come out at any point, but if you are asking me if everyone has left…”, pause for suspense, “yes.”
An audible sigh of relief.
I try and tip toe past her to the bedroom assuming that’s where she put my clothes.
“No no…not yet. Come here. One more rule for tonight: you will present yourself to me for inspection at any time. Any where. I ask.
Of course when I say ‘ask’, please do not take that as a request. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I walk to her and stand in the position: tall, legs shoulder width apart, hands locked behind my back. Somehow it’s instinct already.
She literally inspects me. Checks the cage, its tightness, its position, and even its comfort.
“Very well. You may go now.”
Never have I been so sexually charged. Total domination. Utter control.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Wait…” She motions me to bend down to kiss her. I do, and for a moment we are the only 2 people in the world. She smiles and sends me away with a tilt of her head.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wpkcpv/my_descent_into_cuckoldsissy_p4mmasterbationpublic