This is a true story. This is a continuation of part one so please feel free to read that first to set the scene.

A day of servitude.

After my wife allowed me a release the previous night she let me sleep with the cage off. Under the condition that it went back on the following morning. I still get excited whenever she demands this, as it shows how far we’ve come. In the early days it was something I would put on and my wife would enjoy, but it would really be for me. Now she takes more and more control. It outside of my power and my wife enjoys having the control of when it goes on and more importantly if or when it comes off!

So now I was locked again my wife spent the day wearing extremely tight leggings making sure to bend far over the kitchen counter and brush against me often.

The next couple of days followed a similar pattern nothing overtly sexual just gentle touches and outfits that she knew would get my attention. On the evening of the 3rd day however we were in bed discussing the last day that we would be child free before the summer holidays began. My wife asked me how long I had been locked up. In my horny clouded mind I miscalculated a said an extra day. My wife thought for a minute then slowly worked through them counting them out to me. She emphasised each day with deliberate conviction. ‘You were locked on Monday, I didn’t let you out your cage on Tuesday and then there was Wednesday which I suppose we will count even though it’s not over. She wasn’t pleased with my miscounting and informed me there was absolutely no chance of a release that night.

I was told in no uncertain terms if I was to have any chance at a release I was going to have to work much, much harder the following day to please her.

So Thursday rolled around, I made sure I set an alarm and got up early to fetch my wife a cup of tea in bed. Once the kids were dropped at school and we had the house to ourselves for a few hours. I popped out quickly to the bakery to pick up some breakfast. The second I got home I closed the blinds and went upstairs. Once in the bedroom I stripped down to just my cage. I inserted my metal butt plug, put on a skimpy see through thong, nipple clamps and a ‘stripper-esque’ bow tie. I went back to the kitchen to dote over my wife’s needs who remained fully dressed. The contrast between our positions in the house painfully obvious in our appearance.

After breakfast I setup the massage table and instructed my wife to take a position on it lying on her back. I gently covered her eyes with a towel and got to work kissing every inch of her body. Except her pussy which was off limits. After 15 minutes of this I asked her to roll over and proceeded to give her a long and relaxing massage. Each time I reached over her on the table my clamps dragged painfully along back making me squirm. After some time I asked her to roll over once more. As she recovered I retrieved her magic wand from the bedroom and plugged it in next to the massage table. I began again working her breasts with my tongue before pressing the vibrator against her pussy and starting it up. My wife moaned loudly at this sudden change of pace. My mouth continued to work her sensitive njpples. It wasn’t long before her breathing got heavier and I used my fingers alongside the vibrations to bring her to a shaking climax.

After she came down from her orgasm I put on a film I knew she wanted to watch and we cuddled on the sofa. My chastity cage pressing against her ass as she backed into me. The clamps biting painfully into my njpples and the plug pressing deeper into me as I took my seat. We watched the whole film cuddled up like this with minimal contact barring the odd rub of the hand or brush of her ass over the cage.

At the end of the film my wife said she was going to go shower. I remained to clean up from the massage and to make the kitchen spotless. Whilst the kids were being collected I took off most of what I was wearing. Barring the cage (of course) and the black lacy thong.

It wasn’t until that evening when we went to bed that my wife told me how much she had enjoyed her day. I was desperately hoping to be rewarded for my services. However, my heart dropped when my wife began with ‘but it’s still only been 4 days’. I knew that my denial would be elongated further. I begged my wife to let me make her cum again which she did allow and I got to work desperately to prove my obedience. Before we went to sleep my cage feeling tighter than it had ever felt.

The next few days followed a similar pattern with me trying to please her with everyday tasks. Currently I’m on day 7 of my latest lockup period with no sign of my next release.

But I wouldn’t change a thing.

To be continued…