Stephen dragged the razor through the bath water, shaking it clean. He dragged the razor up his leg, all the way up towards the cage that enclosed his penis, until the razor clinked against the metal. Stephen leaned forward and peered into his cage, seeing some bristles of hair there. He frowned at this.
He was supposed to keep himself hairless, but that was hard when his dick was locked up away from his reach.
Maybe he could ask them to unlock him, but... well, they usually were pretty busy.
Stephen drained the bath and toweled himself off. He went to his bedroom where his pink teddy and white fishnet stockings were already laid out for him. He stepped into his teddy, and rolled the stockings up his smooth and hairless legs.
He went over to his wife's dresser and turned on the light on the mirror. He applied his lipstick.
___
The doorbell rang, and Stephen went to open it. He was carrying a cold Heineken he had poured into a frozen glass they kept in the freezer special for their guest.
"Hi John," Stephen said, opening the door. "Come in."
The key to the cage around Stephen's little dick hung around John's neck, hanging outside John's sweater. This was a message to Stephen, of course. John was Stephen's key holder, and usually didn't make a big deal out of it. Sometimes when all three of them went out to dinner John would display the key in this way, although not so much any more.
Stephen got it. He knew his place these days.
Still it sent a little thrill through Stephen to see it, though.
"You look very pretty, Stephanie," John told him.
Stephen handed John the glass with the beer in it.
But John waved his hand.
"You know what," John said. "Long day at work. I'll just have some coffee. Put the beer in the fridge for later."
"Yes sir," Stephen said quietly, looking down. John did not like a lot of eye contact from Stephen.
Stephen made his way to the kitchen after hanging up John's jacket.
"Hey Mel?" Stephen said to his wife.
She looked luxuriant, even though she was in her robe. She was cooking, after all, but Stephen knew she was in her own lingerie underneath the robe, and almost certainly plugged as well.
Melanie looked over at her husband as she stirred the pasta.
"Ooh," she cooed. "You look very pretty, sweetie."
"Thanks," he blushed. "But he wants coffee."
"Coffee? How much? Should I make a pot, or just do a Keurig cup real quick?"
Stephen shrugged.
"I didn't ask."
"Well go find out," Mel said, stirring the linguine, waving her husband off with her hand.
"I'll just make a pot."
"No," she said sternly. "I'm cooking in here. You go ask him what he wants."
"But-"
"No," she said. "No whining. God. Just go ask him what the fuck he
wants
, Stephanie."
Stephen's face turned red. He still didn't like it when his
wife
called him Stephanie.
But he knew not to say anything. If he upset her, she'd tell John, and then... well, best not to think about it.
"Yes dear," he said, and padded away in his stockings.
___
"John, did you want, like, us to make a pot of coffee, or just a quick cup of the Keurig, or..."
John looked up from his phone, blinking.
"What?" John asked. He hadn't heard.
"I was asking if you wanted us to make a pot, or we could just do one of the Keurig cups..."
John blinked at him.
"Just... just can you get me a cup of coffee, Stephanie? Do you think you can do that?"
Stephen was distracted by the light shining from the key laying on John's chest.
"Yes, John," he mumbled.
Stephen turned to go. He'd just make a Keurig cup, then.
"Stephanie?" John said quietly as Stephen turned away.
Stephen froze.
"Yes sir?" He asked quietly, looking down.
"Am I wrong, or are you not plugged like I told you to be?"
Fuck.
He had forgotten.
"I... I'm sorry, John... sir... I just forgot is all, I had to get the candles-"
But all of the sudden Stephen could feel John standing behind him, six inches taller than Stephen, John's breath on Stephen's neck.
"You forgot," John said quietly, almost absentmindedly.
Stephen could feel John's bulk behind him, and Stephen felt very vulnerable now. John's body was close to Stephen's, pushing the little bunny tail puff on Stephen's teddy into his back. Stephen could feel John's heat, thought he could feel part of John's cock back there, also, semi-hard, thick, powerful.
"I'm sorry," Stephen whispered.
John leaned forward, putting his mouth almost to Stephen's ear.
"How did I tell you I wanted you to be for me?" John growled.
"Plugged," Stephen stammered. "Ready. Ready for you in case you... in case you wanted my ass."
"Like a what, Stephanie?"
"Like a good girl," Stephen blushed. "Like a slave."
Stephen's cock was pushing against his cage from the humiliation.
"Then you had better go put it the fuck
in,
don't you think, Stephanie?"
"Yes, John. Yes, Master. It's just..."
"What?"
"Should I do that first," Stephen whined. "Or do you want the coffee first, sir?"
___
"Yes, thank you, Stephanie," John said, laughing. "All done."
Stephen took John's plate away and took it to the kitchen.
Behind him he could hear his wife and John laughing some more. It had been a couple weeks since those two had seen each other, of course, they talked every day. Still, the way their eyes lit up when they were together, it was something to see.
Stephen scraped the plates and arranged them neatly in the dishwasher. He was happy. He wasn't as close to John as his wife was, still, he was happy that Melanie had someone like John in her life.
"Are you done?"
Stephen jumped, startled, his chastity cage leaping pathetically up and down.
"John! I didn't hear you come in. Did you need another Heineken?"
