**Chapter 30 – Woops**
Twenty minutes later, Sixten was bent over their bed, handcuffed to a bedpost. Heidi had rooted the handcuffs out of the closet. One of her bridesmaids had given them to her as a joke, maybe-not-a-joke, during her wedding shower four years ago. He was naked, except for his chastity cage, so his ass was exposed in the air, and his cock and cage pressed into the bed under him, with his o-ring visible behind his balls.
At first, Sixten was cage-hard. He loved it when she scolded and reprimanded him. He couldn’t help it. He simply reacted to it, because she was so powerful and hot when she was pissed. She’d also never punished him before, so he was excited that she was becoming more dominant and taking more control, taking him deeper into his blissful subspace. But after she handcuffed him she left the room, and five minutes passed, then ten. Then twenty. She’d never done this before, and the silence was unnerving, because he could feel her anger drifting in it, like a fog over a flat ocean. After thirty minutes, he realized that she may not be playing, and that she may really be angry and hurt, and that he may have really fucked up.