The sun shone brightly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room and highlighting the delicate features of Heather's face. She sat at her husband's laptop, a contrast of sophistication and seduction. Her long, slender fingers danced gracefully across the keyboard as she navigated the familiar device. Morning light filtered through the window, bathing her in a soft, radiant glow.

Heather's presence filled the room, her aura demanding attention. Her sharp wit and silver tongue weren't the only tools she possessed to captivate and entice. With every breath, her thin silk nightgown clung to her curves, teasingly revealing her soft, supple skin and hinting at the alluring secrets hidden beneath. The nightgown's silken fabric accentuated her feminine silhouette, draping gracefully over her breasts and cascading down her body, stopping just above her knees.

Her hair, a cascade of rich, dark tresses, framed her face and fell seductively over her shoulders. Heather's features were striking—high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that sparkled with a playful combination of mischief and intelligence. Her face wore an expression of calm concentration as she sat, taking a delicate sip of her coffee. The morning caffeine fix was a ritual she savoured.

Heather set her coffee cup down, her curiosity piqued as she found herself alone with her husband's laptop. A soft smile played on her lips as she realized Anthony had forgotten to log out of his account. Her thumb brushed against the smooth trackpad as she navigated to the web browser. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed the absence of browsing history; it was suspiciously clean. But Heather wasn't fooled. She knew her husband well, and a spark of excitement ignited in her knowing he'd likely resorted to incognito mode.

With a swift click, she opened a different browser, Opera. Heather's smirk grew as she anticipated the secrets hidden within. And there they were—bookmarks leading to Onlyfans pages. A playful glint lit up her eyes as she recognized her husband's assumption that she wouldn't bother checking a secondary browser.

Clicking on the Onlyfans bookmark, Heather was greeted by a vast array of thumbnails, each showcasing a different model. Her curiosity grew as she scrolled through the selection, taking in the variety of interests that had captured her husband's attention.

Her eyes widened slightly as she noticed a pattern in his subscriptions. He had a penchant for busty teens, their youthful exuberance and ample assets on full display. Scrolling further, she noticed a significant presence of femdom content, the dominance and power exchange seemingly holding a strong appeal for Anthony. And it didn't end there; he had also bookmarked pages featuring transgender models, his exploration of diverse fantasies evident.

Heather's playful glint faded, replaced by a mix of emotions as she realized the extent of Anthony's explorations. The surprise turned to annoyance as she calculated the costs of his subscriptions in her head. Her curiosity now fully peaked, she decided to investigate further. With a few deft clicks, she navigated to Anthony's online banking profile, her fingers flying across the keyboard with purpose.

A furious frown formed on her face as she scrolled through the recent transactions. There it was—the evidence of his secret indulgences. Over the past few months, he had spent a substantial amount of money on Onlyfans subscriptions and tips. Her eyes widened as she tallied up the figures—$520. A notable sum that could have been put to better use, or at the very least, enjoyed together.

Heather's chest tightened with a mix of anger and hurt. She felt betrayed by Anthony's actions, his secrecy, and his apparent disregard for their marital finances. The discovery of his hidden expenditures opened a Pandora's box of emotions within her.

"Five hundred and twenty dollars..." she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with a combination of disbelief and anger. "What a fool I've been!"

Her mind raced with questions and a kaleidoscope of emotions. How could he be so selfish? So inconsiderate? The financial aspect was one thing, but the breach of trust and the secrets he kept felt like a slap in the face. It was a slap that stung all the more because it came from the man she loved, her husband.

Heather took a moment to gather herself, her breath coming in sharp, angry bursts. She ran a hand through her hair, the silky strands providing a brief sensory distraction from the turmoil of her thoughts. In that moment, an idea sparked in her mind—a way to channel her anger into something that would benefit them both.

A sly smile spread across her face as she envisaged a fitting punishment for Anthony's transgression. The wheels in her head turned as she plotted a lesson he'd never forget—one that would remind him of the consequences of his actions and reaffirm his devotion to her.

Closing the laptop with a decisive snap, she rose from her seat, her movements graceful despite the storm of emotions raging within her. Today was a day for surprises, and Heather intended to ensure Anthony learned his lesson in a way that would change him forever.

Anthony stepped through the door, his presence filling the room with an air of athletic vigor. His gym bag was tossed casually onto the sofa, a familiar routine after a long day of training clients. The scent of his sweat hung in the air, a subtle musk that hinted at the physical demands of his profession.

"Hey, babe," Heather called out from the kitchen, her voice like honey. "How was your day? Any interesting clients today?"

Anthony took a seat next to his bag, his body relaxing into the familiar confines of their home. "Yeah, it was pretty busy. Had a new client who—"

His words trailed off as Heather appeared in the doorway, a vision in pink lace lingerie. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to caress her body, highlighting every delicate curve and soft swell. Her skin, like creamy satin, glowed with a healthy radiance, and her long, dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. But it was her body that truly captured Anthony's attention.

The lingerie hugged her curves like a loving embrace, accentuating her full breasts, which strained against the delicate fabric. The plunging neckline revealed her cleavage, a soft, inviting valley that beckoned him closer. The lace itself was intricate, intricate, with tiny floral patterns that trailed over her skin like whispers. The panties clung to her hips, accentuating the narrow curve of her waist and the swell of her hips.

Anthony's eyes widened at the sight, his breath catching in his throat. Heather's body, so familiar yet perpetually captivating, never failed to stir something deep within him.

She stood there, a vision of allure, her lips curved in a playful smile as she took in his reaction. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and desire, reflecting the feverish intensity that ignited between them.

"You... um..." Anthony struggled to form a coherent sentence, his brain momentarily short-circuiting in the face of her overwhelming beauty.

Heather took a deliberate step forward, her stiletto heels clicking against the hardwood floor, adding a rhythmic beat to the simmering tension. "Do you like it?" she purred, running a hand down her side, her fingers trailing over her hip. "I thought we could have a little fun."

Anthony's pulse quickened, his body responding instantly to her suggestion. He rose from the sofa, his eyes locked on her, as if drawn by an invisible thread of desire.

In that moment, the air crackled with anticipation, the unspoken promises hanging between them like a tangible force.

"I thought so," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction as she took in his hungry gaze. "I have plans for you, my dear."

Heather took Anthony's hand, her touch sending shivers of anticipation up his arm. With a playful glance over her shoulder, she led him upstairs, her hips swaying seductively beneath the sheer fabric of her lingerie.

"Babe, wait," Anthony stammered, his voice catching in his throat as he suddenly became aware of his sweaty state. "I should probably jump in the shower first—"

Heather turned, placing a finger to his lips, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and hidden intent. "No need, sweetie," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "I like you just the way you are."

As she spoke, she teased him with a playful wiggle, the delicate fabric riding up between her cheeks, offering a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. Anthony's eyes darkened with need, his protests dying on his lips as she guided him into their bedroom.

The room was bathed in soft, intimate lighting, the perfect backdrop for the erotic scene about to unfold. Heather closed the door behind them with a gentle click, sealing them away from the outside world.

"Undress for me, Anthony," she ordered, her voice a sultry mix of velvet and steel. "Show me that gorgeous body of yours."

Anthony's breath quickened at her words. He reached for the hem of his shirt, his fingers fumbling slightly as he pulled it over his head, revealing his well-toned chest and arms, sculpted by hours of dedicated training. Heather's eyes devoured him, taking in the definition of his muscles, the way his body seemed to radiate a primal energy.

"That's it, baby," she purred, her eyes never leaving his as he undid the button of his jeans, sliding them down his legs, revealing the boxer briefs hugging his muscular thighs and hinting at his growing arousal. "Slowly... let me watch you."

With each layer he shed, Anthony felt his need for her intensify. Her gaze felt like a physical touch, igniting a fire in his veins as he stepped out of his jeans, now completely naked before her.

Heather's lips curved in satisfaction as she took in his naked form, her eyes tracing the defined contours of his body. "Now," she said, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper, "it's my turn to put on a show for you."

As Anthony stood, captivated by her every move, Heather sauntered towards him, the lingerie hugging her body like a second skin, accentuating the subtle movements of her hips. Every step was deliberate, every glance calculated to ensnare him further in her web of seduction.

"You look incredible," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. "Absolutely incredible."

Heather stood mere inches away from Anthony, her eyes locked on his with an unspoken promise. Slowly, she raised his hand to her lips, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. Her breath was warm against his skin, sending shivers of anticipation up his arm. Then, with a sultry smile, she took his index finger into her mouth, sucking gently.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" she murmured, her voice a low purr as she continued to tease his finger with her lips and tongue. "I've been so neglectful."

Anthony's breath hitched in his throat as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous light as she looked up at him, her finger still trapped between her luscious lips.

"Over a year since I last worshiped this beautiful cock of yours," she continued, her words sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. "Can you believe it? Your poor cock must be aching for my mouth."

She released his finger with a soft pop and took a step closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her hands roamed down his stomach, sending tingles across his skin, before she cupped his growing erection through his boxer briefs.

"I know how much you love it when I take my time," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "When I suck you slowly, teasingly, milking your balls with my mouth."

Anthony's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the sensation of her touch. Her fingers teased the waistband of his boxer briefs, hinting at the possibility of release.

"It's been too long," she continued, her voice laced with remorse. "I've been so busy with work, neglecting your needs. But no more. Tonight, I'm going to make it up to you."

Her fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband, freeing his hardened length. She stroked him slowly, her touch firm yet delicate, learning every inch of him.

"Your cock is so hard," she murmured, admiration coloring her voice. "So big and heavy. I can't wait to feel it in my mouth."

Heather dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, framing her face as she took him in her mouth. Her lips parted, welcoming him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock with deliberate slowness.

"Oh God, Heather," Anthony groaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with pleasure as she took him deeper, her mouth wrapping around him like a tight, wet glove. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her tongue working in perfect sync with the bobbing of her head.

"You remember how much I love doing this?" she asked, her voice muffled as she spoke with his cock still in her mouth. "Sucking you off, milking that big cock?"

Heather's expertise showed as she maintained eye contact with him, her hands cupping his balls, gently massaging them as she sucked him slowly and firmly, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind his balls.

"You know how much I love having your cock in my mouth," she continued, her voice a sultry purr. "Tasting you, feeling you throbbing on my tongue."

Anthony moaned, his hands tightening in Heather's hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. "Oh God, that feels so good," he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation of her lips and tongue.

Heather hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure through Anthony's body. "Mmm, you like that, huh?" she said, her voice muffled around his cock. "It's been so long since I last got my mouth on your cock. I bet you want to cum so quickly."

She paused, her breath warm and moist against his sensitive skin. "But you need to hold it, baby," she continued, her eyes locking with his. "I want to enjoy my husband's big, thick cock. I want to taste every inch of you."

Anthony's breath hitched as he tried to hold back, his hips instinctively thrusting forward. "I want you to savor it," she purred, her eyes dark with desire. "I've missed this. I've missed the way you taste, the way you feel in my mouth."

Her lips wrapped around him again, her tongue swirling and teasing as she sucking him slowly and firmly. Her hands roamed over his thighs, her touch electric as she massaged and caressed him.

"You can't imagine how much I've thought about this," she whispered, her lips brushing against the head of his cock as she spoke. "I'd lie in bed at night, thinking about your cock, wishing I could feel it in my mouth, squeezing it between my lips."

Heather's expertise shone as she combined her verbal tease with her physical skills, driving Anthony wild with need. Her hands gripped him tightly, her mouth working in perfect harmony, sucking and licking with deep, slow strokes.

"Feel good, baby?" she asked, her eyes glancing up at him with a sultry smile. "I love knowing that I'm the only one who gets to do this. The only one who gets to taste you, suck you, make you moan like this."

Anthony's breath quickened as he basked in the pleasure of her mouth. "You're mine," she murmured, her fingers tightening around the base of his shaft. "All mine to do whatever I want with. And right now, I want to taste your cum."

Her lips wrapped around him again, her tongue swirling and flicking with practiced skill. She sucked him firmly, her mouth creating a tight seal as she bobbed her head, her pace slow and deliberate.

"But you're not going to cum yet," she said, her voice firm as she held his hips to control his movements. "I'm not done with you. Not even close."

Heather continued to suck him, her tongue working tirelessly, teasing and tantalizing as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers stroked and caressed his balls, her touch firm and knowing.

"You're so hard," she murmured, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. "So ready to explode. But not yet, baby. Not until I say so."

Heather's expertise lay not only in her physical skills but also in her understanding of the male psyche. She knew exactly when to slow down, when to speed up, and when to stop, always leaving Anthony wanting more.

"Please," Anthony whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to cum. Please, baby, let me—"

Heather's eyes sparkled with a mixture of pleasure and power as she looked up at him. "Soon," she promised, her lips brushing his cock teasingly. "But not yet. I want to edge you, taste you, tease you until you're begging me for release."

Her mouth wrapped around him again, her tongue swirling and flicking with deliberate slowness. She sucked him gently, her hands caressing his balls, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind them.

"That's it, baby," she whispered, her breath hot and moist. "Feel it building. Hold it back for me. I want to draw this out, make it last."

Anthony struggled to hold back, his body taut with need. "I'm so close, baby, I can't—"

But before he could finish his sentence, Heather released his cock with a pops, leaving him desperately empty. "No, no, no," she chided, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and authority. "You're not cumming yet, you naughty boy. You need to learn some self-control."

Anthony's breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to calm his racing heart. "But I—"

Heather cut him off with a playful swat on the butt. "Don't argue, baby," she scolded, her eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and dominance. "You need to be taught a lesson in patience."

She took his hand and led him towards the computer desk, the open laptop sitting untouched, the Onlyfans pages still displayed. But Anthony, blinded by desire, didn't notice. "Sit," she instructed, motioning to the chair.

Anthony obediently sat, his eyes never leaving hers. "Put your hands behind your back," she ordered, her voice firm but laced with a hint of sultriness.

Confused but aroused, Anthony did as he was told, feeling the coolness of the wooden chair against his back as he sat. Heather produced a length of rope from the drawer, the soft fabric a contrast to the hardness of the wood and the warmth of their skin.

"Where did you get that?" Anthony asked, a mix of curiosity and arousal coloring his voice.

"I did a little shopping today," she replied, her eyes locking with his. "Specifically for tonight."

Heather secured his wrists to the back of the chair, her fingers brushing against his skin, sending tingles up his arms. "There," she said, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. "Now you're all tied up for me."

Anthony tested the restraints, feeling the tight bind of the rope. "Like it?" Heather asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Feeling a bit exposed, are you?"

His heart pounded in his chest as he realized the vulnerability of his position. "A bit," he admitted, his voice husky.

Heather's eyes darkened with desire as she took in his bound form. "Good," she whispered, running a hand through his hair. "Because now, my dear husband, it's time for your punishment."

Heather's playful act vanished, her tone turning serious as she snapped her fingers, directing Anthony's attention back to the laptop. "Take a look at that," she said, her voice flat.

Anthony turned, his eyes widening as he noticed the multitude of Onlyfans tabs, each one displaying a different model's page. His heart sank as he realized the extent of his digital trail. "Shit," he muttered, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I can explain—"

Heather held up a hand, cutting him off. "Save it, Anthony," she said, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "I went through your online banking, and I saw the transactions. Multiple tips, subscriptions... it's been going on for months."

A pained expression crossed Anthony's face as he stammered, "I know, I know. It was stupid of me. I got sucked in, and—"

"You got 'sucked in'?" Heather echoed, her eyes narrowing. "You spent our hard-earned money on these women, and you can't even be honest about it? You tried to hide it from me, your own wife."

"I wasn't trying to hide it—"

"Then what would you call it, Anthony?" Heather interrupted, her voice carrying an edge. "You went behind my back, spending money on these women without a second thought for our finances or our marriage."

Anthony's shoulders slumped, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I know, and I'm sorry. It was a mistake, a huge mistake."

Heather sighed, her anger softening as she saw the genuine remorse in his eyes. "A mistake that's going to cost you," she said, her tone carrying a hint of the playfulness that had been present earlier. "But we'll get to that."

His eyes darted up to meet hers, confusion clouding his gaze. "What do you mean?"

Heather's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she stepped closer, running a finger down his chest. "I think it's time to teach you a lesson in appreciation, my dear husband," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "A lesson in just how good you have it."

Heather's fingers trailed down his chest, her touch sending goosebumps across his skin. "I got something else on my little shopping trip," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. With a dramatic flourish, she opened the desk drawer and pulled out a small black box, its contents concealed within.

Anthony watched, his eyes widening as she revealed a metal chastity cage. "What the—" he started, his voice trailing off as realization dawned. "What is that?"

A mischievous smile played on Heather's lips as she explained, "It's a little device to keep your cock under control. A chastity cage, specifically designed to ensure you don't get up to any naughty business."

Anthony's eyes darted between the cage and Heather's face, his panic evident. "You're kidding, right? You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am," she asserted, her gaze unwavering. "You see, baby, you've been a very naughty boy. Spending our money on those women, betraying my trust. You need to be taught a lesson in loyalty and self-control."

"But—" Anthony sputtered, his mind racing as he tried to process what was happening. "You can't just lock me up like that!"

Heather's eyes narrowed, her grip on his balls tightening as she gave a firm squeeze. Anthony gasped, his eyes widening at the sudden pain. "Ouch, what the hell—"

"Your cock needs to be nice and soft to fit into its new home," Heather explained, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. "So, we're going to do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice."

Anthony whimpered, his breath quickening as he struggled against the restraints. "Please, baby, you're hurting me," he begged, his eyes pleading with her.

But Heather ignored his pleas, maintaining her tight grip. "Don't worry, it'll be worth it," she cooed, her other hand stroking his thigh. "Once you're locked up, I'll be the only one with the key. The only one who can give you release."

Heather's gaze darkened with a mix of desire and power as she tightened her grip on Anthony's sensitive balls. "Ouch, come on, baby, you're hurting me!" he squirmed in the chair, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "My poor, delicate husband," she mocked, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. "Are these little balls so precious? So fragile?"

"Y-yes," Anthony stammered, his eyes pleading with her. "You're going to crush them!"

A cruel smile played on Heather's lips as she applied a little more pressure, causing him to cry out. "Maybe I should," she taunted, her eyes flashing with a mixture of arousal and dominance. "Maybe I should crush them, render them useless so you stop thinking with your cock."

"No, please, I'm sorry!" Anthony cried, his tears spilling over as the pain became unbearable. "I won't do it again, I promise! Just please, let go!"

But Heather ignored his pleas, maintaining her grip and leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Imagine, my dear husband, if I did this," she whispered, giving his balls a sharp squeeze. "If I crushed them, one quick pop, and they'd be gone. Your cock would be useless."

Anthony whimpered, his body shaking with a mix of pain and fear. "N-no, please, don't," he begged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "I'll do anything, just please, stop!"

Heather's smile widened, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of his sac. "Anything?" she purred, her voice soft and menacing. "Are you sure about that, Anthony? Because I could easily end this little problem of yours, right here, right now."

Heather loosened her grip just a fraction, enough to let him feel the contrast between pleasure and pain. "You'd never be able to stray again," she whispered, her hot breath against his neck sending shivers down his spine.

Anthony's eyes widened as the full implication of her words sank in. "Y-you can't be serious," he breathed, his voice shaking. "You'd really do that to me?"

Heather tightened her grip on Anthony's balls, watching his face contort with pain. "Please, baby, you're hurting me," he whimpered, his eyes pleading for mercy.

With a cruel smile, she applied more pressure, enjoying the power she held over him. "Imagine if I did this, crushed them, and ended your little problem forever."

Anthony's breath hitched, his eyes widening at the threat. "Y-you can't be serious," he stammered, his voice shaking. "You'd really destroy me like that?"

Heather's thumb brushed against his sensitive sac, sending shivers of fear through his body. "Anything could happen if you keep disobeying me," she whispered, her hot breath fanning his neck. "Maybe one day, I'll decide to end your pathetic manhood."

As Anthony struggled, his panic mounting, Heather finally released her grip, his balls aching from the pressure. He whimpered in relief, his eyes squeezing shut as he processed the intensity of the pain. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Heather mocked, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Here, let me kiss it better."

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his tortured balls, her breath warm against his sensitive skin. Anthony's body tensed, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation. "N-no, please," he stammered, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

Heather chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Anthony's spine. "Relax, baby," she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his inner thighs. "I'm not going to hurt you... not permanently, at least."

She sat back, her eyes dark and hooded as she regarded him. "You should be thankful, Anthony," she said, her voice low and thick with arousal. "I could've taken away your manhood with one cruel twist, left you a whimpering mess. But instead, I'm being merciful."

Heather trailed her fingers along his inner thighs, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through his bound body. "I'm giving you a choice, my dear husband," she whispered, her eyes flashing with desire. "A choice between two very different kinds of torture."

Heather ran her fingers along the contours of the chastity cage, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous mix of desire and power. "Now, my dear husband," she began, her voice velvety smooth, "you have a choice to make."

Anthony, still recovering from the intense pain, looked at her with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Please," he whispered, his eyes flicking between the chastity cage and Heather's face. "I'll do anything, just please don't take away my—"

Heather held up a hand, silencing him. "Beg me to lock you into chastity," she commanded, her eyes unwavering. "Beg me to take away your pleasure and control your release."

Anthony's eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to form words. "Please, baby," he breathed, his voice laced with a mix of humiliation and desire, "please lock me up.""

A triumphant smile curved Heather's lips as she stepped closer, her body radiating dominance. "That's what I like to hear," she purred, her fingers reaching for the cage. "You know what's good for you, my obedient husband."

Anthony's cock, still soft from the intense pain, nestled into the cage, and Heather secured it into place, a tangible symbol of her control. "There," she whispered, her breath fanning his ear, "now your cock belongs to me. Your pleasure is in my hands."

Anthony shivered at her words, his body tingling with a mix of submission and arousal. "W-what if I need to—"

Heather's fingers pressed against his lips, silencing him. "You'll have to learn to hold it," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "And if you really need to, you can beg me for the key. But I wont grant your request."

A nervous expression crossed Anthony's face as the reality of his situation sank in. "I-I understand," he stammered, his eyes darting to the cage and then back to Heather's face.

Heather's fingers trailed along his jawline, her thumb brushing his lips. "Don't worry, my sweet husband," she murmured, her eyes softening. "I wouldn't have actually crushed your balls. It was just a little game to teach you a lesson."

Relief washed over Anthony's face, his body relaxing against the restraints. "But it was so cute," she continued, her fingers tangling in his hair, "seeing you beg me to lock you up. So desperate and willing to give up your manhood for my pleasure."

A flush spread across Anthony's cheeks, his eyes dropping to the floor in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. "How... how long do I have to wear this?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

Heather's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well," she began, drawing out the word, "since you spent $520 on those women, I think it's only fair you wait... oh, about 520 days for your next orgasm."

Anthony's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "B-but that's almost a year and a half," he sputtered, his mind reeling at the realization.

Heather's expression remained unyielding, her eyes locking with his. "That's the price you pay for betraying my trust," she stated, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of arousal. "You'll learn to control your urges and appreciate the power I hold over your body."

The weight of her words sank in, and Anthony's eyes glazed with a mixture of submission and desire. "Y-yes, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with surrender. "I'll do whatever you say. I'm yours to control."

Heather's fingers trailed along his cheek, her touch soft and seductive. "That's right, my devoted husband," she whispered, her eyes darkening with desire. "You're mine to punish, tease, and please as I see fit. And right now, I plan to enjoy every moment of your chastity."

Her fingers brushed against the cage, a reminder of her control. "So, relax and embrace your new reality," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "Your cock may be locked away, but I can assure you, your torment is only just beginning."