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I’ve been caged for a week and it’s really starting to get to me. If I’m in the same room as my wife, I feel an urge to touch her. Hold her hand, stroke her back, sit close enough that our thighs are touching. Anything. If she lays a finger on me, my whole body starts to thrum with tension. I’m looking for the tiniest ways to please her - does her drink need to be refilled? Does she need a foot rub? Please, my Goddess, tell me you need a foot rub. I want need to debase myself on the lowest part of your body. Maybe if I do well enough, you’ll deign me worthy of worshipping some other part of your divine person. If she isn’t in the room with me, I’m different. Not better just different I can’t concentrate. Nervous energy keeps me moving. Cleaning something. Fixing something else. Unable to be still. I love the constant torture of chastity. Hormones running wild inside my brain. The need for release, knowing that I’ve got no choice in when that release will come. Anyway, the kids are in bed. Normally at this time of night, we’d watch something on TV, but not tonight. She points at the floor, and I sit in front of her. She plants her feet in my lap and begins typing on her phone. Wordlessly, I start massaging her right ankle with both hands. She sprained it years ago and it still pains her when she exerts herself. Over the years, I’ve learned how to ease that injury. As I feel the tension release from her calf, my right hand moves to the left leg. Without conscious thought or effort on my part, her feet have moved up my thighs. Maybe my subconscious repositioned her feet. Maybe she repositioned them. The arches of her feet are resting on the cage. Maddeningly, the cage prevents me from feeling anything. I pick her left foot up off my leg and start massaging the sole of her foot. Pausing in her typing, she looks down at me. “Good boy.” she says, and my heart melts. “Who are you chatting with, Goddess?” I ask. “Mike. We’re planning a date for this weekend. Get back to work.” “Of course, Goddess.” Most men would lose their minds at the thought of their wife dating another man. Me, I’m relieved it’s Mike. He’s married. He’s not a threat. Absentmindedly, I place my lips on her big toe. Then I kiss all five, big to little, then back up. She pulls her foot away from my mouth and I pick up the right one to begin rubbing it. “Mike says ‘Hi’” “Tell him ‘Hi from me’, please.” I haven’t met him yet, but from what my wife has told me, he seems a decent enough guy. My Goddess pulls her right foot from my hands and puts it on the floor in front of me. “I need my ass rubbed.” “Yes, my Goddess. Would you like to lay on the sofa, or should we move upstairs?” “Refill my ice water and meet me upstairs” she orders me. I do my rounds of the first floor. Locking doors & windows. I fill her tumbler with ice and water and a squeeze of lime and go to our bedroom. She’s in the bathroom. I place the water on her nightstand and get my clothes ready for work in the morning. When she finishes in the bathroom I take her place. When I finish with my teeth, I emerge, wearing nothing but my chastity cage. She’s lying on the bed, face down, legs slightly akimbo. After seven days of denial, I can smell her arousal. I can see beads of moisture clinging to her lips. My heart skips a beat. I grab the bottle of massage oil and climb onto the bed behind her. I kneel, my feet between her legs, my knees outside them. I pump a few squirts of oil into my palm and rub my hands together to warm the oil. Then I lean forward and begin massaging her glorious bottom. With more than a decade together, I know exactly where she keeps her tension and how to release it. I know how to move from a therapeutic massage to an erotic one and I recognize when that’s what she wants. Listening to the changes in her breathing I lean forward and start on her lower back. And the gravity of my situation lands on me like a ton of bricks. If I wasn’t caged, this position would have the head of my cock teasing her outer lips. Normally after two or three minutes of this, my Goddess would raise up her ass and draw me inside her. I keep massaging her. The signs are unmistakable, she wants to get fucked tonight. And mine is the only cock nearby. “Sit up and close your eyes, toy. I’ve got to get something.” I climb up off of her and kneel on my side of the bed. I assume she doesn’t want me to know where she keeps the key. I hear her rustling about in her toy drawer and then she walks over to my side of the bed. I feel something bulbous against my lips and part them. Before I can react, my mouth is full. Something is pressing down on my tongue and a strap is being buckled behind my head. “Open your eyes, slut.” She commands. “Just because you’re not getting any tonight doesn’t mean I’m not. I saw this in a video last month and thought it looked like fun. Looking down, there is a dildo coming out of my mouth. My tongue confirms that there is another smaller one filling my mouth. “It looks like you’ll be good for something tonight. Now lay down.” She commands. Unsure of how to proceed, I lay down on my back. She rubs some lube onto the phallus sticking out of my mouth. In my mind, I imagine her giving me a handjob. She begins to climb atop me, but has a second thought. My goddess lays down on her side and draws her knees up. I flip myself over and begin to nuzzle my new 8” long probe into her folds. The view is amazing as I slowly press into her. I can see her sex swallowing every inch of this veiny intruder. I feel her breathy moans as I stuff her with the silicone cock attached to my face. “Fuck that pussy, you dirty boy!” And I do. With every fiber of my being. I reach up and grab her hips. I pull myself into her as hard as I can. As fast as I can. She reaches down and rubs her clit. And I’ve got a front row view. Her clit is just a few inches from the end of my nose. She’s never let my watch her masturbate before, but I think I’ve been promoted to sex toy. “Don’t stop!” “Harder!” Goddamn, this is amazing. The sight of her destroying her clit. Her labia moving in and out on this fake cock. The smell of her sex. The sound of her moans. Her screams. Her breathless panting. I desperately want to taste her, but I can’t get my tongue around this gag. I need to feel her, but I can’t get my cock out of this cage. And then her crescendo. Her thighs squeeze my ears and hold my head. I can’t thrust anymore, so I lay as still as I can. Aftershocks pulse through her body as we both try to regain our senses. “Oh, baby. I needed that. Come up here and let me get you out of that thing.” Really! Heavenly trumpets sound in my head! She’s going to unlock me! I get onto my hands and knees and head toward the pillows. The tip of the dildo pokes into her pierced nipple and her hands go around my head. I feel her fumbling with the buckle and the gag falls out of my mouth I see the tiny 3” cock that’s been stuffed in my mouth for the first time. My goddess pulls me down onto her and my mouth latches onto her nipple. “You’re such a good boy. Taking good care of me like that. Now roll over and go to sleep. You’ve got work in the morning.” She strokes the back of my head as I drift off. Somehow, even though I didn’t nut, I feel the calm of post-nut clarity washing though me. I know that tomorrow is going to feel like starting over on my chastity journey.