In chapter 1 there was a lot of negative feedback about which category the story was put in. I really didn't pay too much attention as when I wrote the original version it was quite different and then as the story morphed into what it became I didn't think to switch the category. Personally I don't see why such an uproar but your feedback was heard so this next chapter will reside in "Fetish".
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Chapter 2
What started out as a way to curb my excessive masturbation has evolved into the norm. After that night when Kim let me out of my cage I spewed my cum all over her and me while jacking off to her fucking herself with a dildo pretending it was another guy. Even just typing it now I think how twisted that sounds, your own wife fucking herself with a dildo screaming another man's name and telling me it's because I can't satisfied her.
But when Kim said it was time to put my cage back on I just agreed without too much thought. Apparently I had forgotten how miserable I was for those 4 days and only thought about the now and how wonderful the release was. It was supposed to be for me to improve my performance when fucking my wife but instead it was from pleasuring myself in front of my wife, which is basically the problem. But those are details for another time, I was so charged up having to be denied for days while my wife had the liberty to pleasure herself whenever. And when I finally did cum, it was strong...like when you feel your muscle contracting your balls so forcefully that it actually hurts strong.
When I went to bed I fell asleep almost immediately even wearing the cage. Just cumming that one time was like a sedative and wearing the cage started to feel normal like you would feel just wearing underwear. That may have been true that first night but by the next day I was back to thinking about when I can get the cage off next. I was definitely a jerk-acholic and I knew the cage would help me with my obsession to constantly masturbate but I just wanted another release.
It was more than just my attitude towards the chastity cage shifting to think it was terrible, there was also Kim's change in behavior when we had sex the first time my cage was removed. I guess calling it sex isn't technically correct seeing my penis never penetrated her. She was ordering me around leading up to that night and then during our mutual masturbation session (that's more accurate than saying it was sex) her demeaning me by saying I couldn't fuck her as good as this imaginary man that she had conured up in her head. But it wasn't the culmination of her behavior, it was the harbinger of it.
What I didn't realize at the time, this little old chastity cage would change the dynamics of our marriage going forward. It had started slow enough but now it had a mind of its own moving in a direction neither Kim nor I had any control over even if we wanted to course correct.
I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way but I am more docile and submissive while locked in chastity. Kim is noticing how I was being attentive to her needs and no longer pushing back like I normally did when I thought she was being self centered. Yet she slowly starts making more of the decisions around the house and ordering me to do things. At first she figured she would see how far she could push it fully expecting at some point to put my foot down. But I never do so she continues to push the limits of who's in charge
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By the time Kim got home that next day I had the house cleaned, laundry washed and folded, and vacuumed the whole house. It didn't solicit the same reaction as last time though, Kim didn't act surprised or even appreciative. Instead she comes in, asks what's for dinner and goes to sit down on the couch. I was dumbfounded, I worked at my regular job all day and during breaks I cleaned this whole house and now she's expecting me to prepare dinner?
My mind was at a crossroad, my initial reaction would have been to throw it back on her along with a smart ass comment. However, after a short pause to gather my thoughts I say this.
"Sorry honey, was there something special you wanted me to cook? Or I could run out to get us dinner?"
I sounded pathetic, keep in mind this was in less than a week that being in chastity had me becoming less of a man. It was true I was submissive but I always considered myself a man and acted accordingly. What I thought about when masturbating was a different story, but that's why you call them fantasies, it's not real. But now it was very real, the cold steel cage kept my dick soft and quickly turned me outwardly submissive and obedient. It was only true in my personal life, at work I was still a go-getter and considered one of the stars of the team I was on. Pretty much the opposite of what I've become at home with my wife.
"Sushi! Yes, let's do sushi tonight. Go to Tsukasa and I'll take the California Roll and King Mango roll, do 1/2 and 1/2 "
I got my orders so off I went to go get Kim her dinner. The funny thing is I didn't like Sushi, a little fact that Kim knew all too well as the only times she ate Sushi is when she was out with friends. I honestly was not offended by it, if she wanted Sushi there's no reason she couldn't have it. I could fix myself something from the fridge when I got home.
I got home, opened up the boxes of Kim's food and arranged her food nicely on a plate. We have this lap table we use for our movie nights, I went and got that to put her plate on. A glass of her favorite wine and she was all set. But it was probably at that moment when it hit me that I first noticed the dynamics had changed, there was no "thank you" or gratitude conveyed by Kim. That may seem like a small thing among all these other things going on but for Kim it was a huge indicator. She was always appreciative of anything I do and that was the same in all facets of her life. I would always hear her thanking people while we were out, or sending little thank you cards when someone did something nice for her. So her NOT saying "thank you" sent the very clear message that things were now different.
Another strange thing I did, without any thought, was after I made my dinner I sat in the kitchen to eat while Kim was out on the couch watching TV eating. At the time it just seemed like a normal thing to do, but as I reflect back, it was another red flag that I was viewing myself as her subordinate.
Over the next week we fell into a routine where I would keep the house clean during the day and prepare dinner for Kim when she got home. It didn't feel like a chore to me, I reasoned with myself that since I worked at home I had extra time that normally would be spent commuting. Kim didn't seem to mind as she was getting pampered like a queen. I learned not to ask about getting out of the chastity cage, it was not talked about as I remember her reaction when I asked her the very first time to get released. It was the elephant in the room and we had seemed to lose the original reason why I was placed in the cage in the first place. I knew if I had the chance I would masturbate if the cage wasn't on, I just didn't have self control.
That weekend we were hanging out and Kim started to get a little frisky. She was clearly in the mood and to be honest I was always in the mood despite being locked up. As we laid in bed Kim started teasing me with her dirty talk.
"Do you think my boyfriend's cock is bigger than yours?" She asks while holding up her dildo.
Kim was getting bolder, she really got excited by the thought of a bigger cock fucking her. Like everything else that has happened, this was another significant change in Kim's outlook to openly talking about sex.
"He's impressive!" I said knowing I was secretly getting aroused by this idea too. I wasn't ready to admit that another guy would be a better option to fuck my wife because it just seemed so taboo to me. A married man doesn't wear a chastity cage and encourages his wife to think about other men that can satisfy her better. I don't know any guy that wants to hear about past romps with ex-boyfriends and definitely not acknowledging the size of a fake dick as "impressive". That's pretty gay but it rolled off the tongue like it was the most normal thing to say.
Kim starts rubbing her dildo across her panties getting herself horny. My dick is straining against my cage as I'm getting aroused. She keeps up her dirty talk, it's getting her as excited as it's getting me. I think we found common ground on what gets us turned on. For her it was the thought of fucking a more manly man with a bigger cock. And for me, it was about being subservient to my wife and her lover.
"Honey, he is teasing me so bad, I don't think I can say no to him. Look at his cock, have you ever seen anything as beautiful as that?"
"Never." It just hit me that I just agreed with her that another man's cock, in this case a dildo shaped like cock, was beautiful.
Did I really think like that? I never thought about another man's cock as beautiful or even interesting. Despite the stories you read, not all guys "think" what it's like to suck another man's cock. At least not the hetrosexual ones. We think about what their tits look like, or how hot she looks on her knees giving you a blow job with the puppy dog eyes looking up at you trying to ascertain if they are doing a good enough job. That's what the young "me" didn't understand, these girls wanted someone to take charge, to give them praise for being a little slutty and encouragement that they are doing a good job. They revel in the compliments despite being more demeaning than actual compliments. But now I was developing the mindset of a girl...I was looking for affirmation from my wife that I did a good job, both in and out of the bedroom.
