I really, really hated my own fate for this one, but I knew it wasn't easy to you too, seeing your husband like this. We both knew our landlord was effectively twenty something years old brat of a girl that sits on top of bunch of estates inherited from her parents and could not care less about money. Business was failing, our money was tight, times were tough. And I went to discuss some lenience on rent.

But I still remember the shame, the shock, the disgusting flash of betrayal, when I came home and showed the pink, sturdy chastity cage wrapped around my cock and her name dangling on a heart shaped tag on it. Nothing more had happened - she had just collected me, a married man. Two month in chastity cage. The little bitch was thrilled, giggling, almost demanding updates from you. She got of from power.

Week or two followed with the biggest elephant in the room. Nothing has changed, but we were not having sex. And I couldn't even touch myself or cum - neither could you help me. I was frustrated, emasculated even, angry at myself. Wet dreams followed by lingering gazes on you , how good you looked in most homely clothes, and how little I could do about it.

Turn of the month one brought the most demeaning experience so far, but I bit my lip and did as you asked. I fucked you with dildo attachment for my cage. It was bigger than me normally, it was always hard, and it worked wonders on you apparently. Was it the fact you hadn't had sex either? Or why did you moan, writhe, blush and orgasm that hard when I pumped the plastic cock in you?

Replaced with dildo that brought look to my wife's face I had never seen before, and denied and controlled by some entitled brat that highlighted how failure of a man I was, I knew I couldn't take another month like this. Desperate for change, I asked you what to do. Anything worked at this point!