While I admire you arranging to have a gift delivered to my hotel room while I was in Houston at the conference, I was frustrated to see that it was a new chastity cage. I had not planned on wearing your dominance down in Texas. Actually, I had planned on finding some local or conference attendee and inviting her to my room. I had my freedom this week, and I intended to use it. Maybe I’d cheat more than once. In ten years of marriage, on top of five more years of dating, I had never cheated. Every now and then, I thought about it – longed for it, but you ran our house from the day we moved in together.
Don’t get me wrong, I have always been madly in love with you. However, you need a submissive man, and I am not always that way. It is nice to be a caged sub when I’m home with you, which is most of the time given my mostly remote work, but that work requires me to be “the man.” Frankly, I sometimes hate it, and the extreme of being your sub while I dominate finance balances it all out.
Conferences, however, were always the exception. And, occasionally, things feel out of balance. My cock cage is metal, and I can’t exactly wear that through airport security. Even the plastic ones have a metal lock. And, most of all, whenever I am home, which is most of the time, I am wearing one. I get release and orgasms once every two weeks, on the Fridays between paydays. You wear the key in a locket around your neck. You always said that you never wanted to advertise that your husband is a caged bitch. “That’s for me, and only me, to know,” you would say.
I studied the cage. It had a tight, grid structure. It was all some kind of wire and shaped like a limp cock. It looked like it wouldn’t have issues with it going through the checked-bag security at the airport. Out of curiosity, I tried it on, and I could feel that it had some room to grow, but not much. I’ll admit, I liked thinking about how much it would hurt to wear it. I could picture you teasing me like you always did. Watching you cum every night while I just had to lay there and suffer was something I’d miss this week.
Well, I’d only miss that a little. I wouldn’t miss it at all when my cock was buried deep in some beautiful hook-up. I wasn’t even above calling an escort if I didn’t pick someone up before Wednesday.
So, while I appreciated the gift, I set it aside in my suitcase. I’d wear it for you when I get home. For a moment, I was offended that you expected me to wear it while I was out here.
Sure enough, Monday and Tuesday’s flirting yielded no results. No buxom blonde felt my cock buried in her either night. I am disciplined enough not to jack off, at least.
I told you I was wearing it. When you asked to see it, I’d put it on, send you a pic, take it off, then get back on a dating app I’d downloaded on arrival. You said that you liked the red wire look against my skin.
Then it happened. Fuck, she was perfect. Round, C-cup tits, a curvy bubble-butt, thin waist, blonde hair and green eyes, and just enough skin showing to let me know she was available. The red dress she wore was perfect. I approached, bought her a drink, and we chatted for a couple hours. This was exactly what I wanted to experience – even to the point of waiting maybe too long before responding to some of your texts.
I told her that I was separated, and she followed me up to my penthouse suite.
Fucking her made me feel like a college stud again, back when I was on the basketball team. I remember how I would not wear underwear or undershorts in my game shorts so my sizable cock would just barely show itself off to the sorority girls.
She tasted fantastic. Her pussy was sweet and addicting. It was hard to keep my tongue off her clit. Her asshole tasted just as incredible. I slid myself into her wetness every way I could. My cock felt electric, like it could explode into a fountain of cum at any moment with every thrust. And she rode me like she owned me. The first time I came, she was bent over the couch with the curtain open. Anyone in any of the hotels nearby could have seen us. I told her I was going to pop, and she fell to her knees and I painted her face with thick, gooey cum. It was like a typical porn cumshot and I was somewhat proud of myself.
She went to the shower after. I followed her, and we fucked again. Back in the bed, we fucked once more. I woke up to her rubbing against me in the night. I roused her and we fucked again. We fucked another time before I left for the conference. She said she’d come back the next night too. “You fuck like a married man,” she said. “I hope you are. I hope you lied to me.” That was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life.
When I came back to the hotel during an afternoon break, I visited the desk after receiving a message from them. I got your second gift and opened it in the room. It was the same chastity cage. This one was purple, and it was smaller than the last one. You commanded to see it on me, and I obliged. I took it off and put it in my bag with the other one.
As she promised, she came back the next evening. She wore a silky purple dress that accentuated her just as much as the red one from the night before. We went to an amazing dinner, had more cocktails, and then, back in the room, my cock found its way into her tail. “Stick your married cock in my ass,” she said. I was all too eager to oblige. In all, we fucked thrice that evening and night.
The next day was Friday, and I got your third gift. A small cage, the same model, but this one was blue and small enough that it hurt somewhat to put it on. There was no room to grow at all. I knew this one would make me suffer at home, and I was certain you’d make me wear it.
The conference concluded Friday evening and I was scheduled to fly out the next afternoon. She and I decided to make the most of the night. I met her in the lobby, and we ordered room service for the night. She opened the curtains and slipped off her dress. It fell to the ground and stayed there, a blue pile on the floor, for the rest of the night. I felt like I made love to her. There was a real ecstasy in every thrust, every kiss, every lick that night. She came maybe a dozen times, and I filled her with my seed thrice. It was passionate, something I felt like I never experienced in our bedroom.
I knew, when we left that room in the morning, that I’d miss that. I’d even miss her. I hoped I’d come back to Houston at some point – just to see her. “Was this the start of an affair?” I wondered. I never once felt wrong. You would never know.
Then I got home.
I walked into the bedroom to find a display waiting for me. Three dresses laid on the bed: a red one, purple one, and blue one. On the purple one was a letter.
“I booked a room with a view of your window. I hope you enjoyed your gifts. And your trysts. I wear white for you. White like a wedding dress.”
I looked down to see another box on the bed, and I knew what was inside. I even guessed the color before I opened the box. It was a white cage, smaller than the blue one.
“No orgasms for three months,” read the note inside with the cage. “These dresses are your new uniform around the house. Unless you need to be on a video call.”
I was devastated, and incredibly turned on. I probably could have cum immediately in that moment. I turned around to see you in your white leather dominant lingerie. You opened the locket with my old key inside, prepping it to house the new key. “The cage never comes off in those three months,” you said.