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Helen’s Christmas Party
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The screen on my phone lights up with a Ping again and I’m filled with anxiety about picking it up and checking the screen. Helen had been livid when I had spoken to her yesterday.
The platform I was on was very comfortable, with a great crew but being in the middle of the Arabian gulf had really upset the apple cart back home. The company WiFi was very good which meant that I was contactable at all times and Helen wanted me to know that.
I’d been sent out at the end of November for routine maintenance checks on the gas turbine only to find a faulty manifold which urgently needed replacement. The spare part would not arrive in time for me to make it home as planned and Helen’s company Christmas Party was tomorrow night.
Helen worked as a medical sales rep and travelled up and down the country making connections, building relationships and flirting with customers in order to make a deal. She was always immaculately dressed and razor sharp in her appearance for meetings with customers and clients. Her hard work and dedication were appreciated and appreciated, she had applied for the regional manager position and was expecting to be given the job at the all expenses paid annual Company Christmas Party held at an exclusive country club which I was going to be going ago accompany her to. Helen was livid that she had to go alone and it was all my fault.
I reluctantly picked up the phone and saw that she had sent a picture via WhatsApp.
Holy smokes, the picture on my screen was of Helen wearing the tiniest little G-String that I’d ever seen. She was completely naked in front of our bedroom mirror apart from the smallest piece of black material I think I’d ever seen. The material at the front is pulled up so that there’s a little piece of material around an inch wide is visible across her pubic area.
OMG, what is she up to, this is really unlike anything I’ve ever known her to do.
Ping. The phone receives another picture message from WhatsApp. This time it appears that she’s on her back in our bedroom at home looking into the mirror. The panties have been removed and she’s applied hair removal cream to her pubic area. ALL OVER her public area and beyond.
Her message reads “There’s no one here to help me with my landing strip. Everything must go”.
My cock springs into life, I have always taken great care and pleasure in maintaining my wife’s pubic area but with me being stuck in the middle of the Arabian Gulf she’s had to take matters into her own hands.
“More pictures please “ I hastily replied…, 15 anxious minutes go by and my phone pings again.
This time Helen has sent a picture of her wearing a pair of jogging pants and a baggy hoodie.
“I’m off to see Kirsty” was all she wrote.
Then I remembered that she’s also booked in for a full body fake tan from her beautician friend this evening in preparation for the party tomorrow night. |
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Friday afternoon arrives with no sign of the spare parts on the horizon, I’m definitely stuck here over the weekend with no flight out until Monday evening at the earliest.
Ping “I need your help with my outfit choice, can you spare me some time please “ was the message that I received.
“Of course, anything to help” was my response
Ping - my screen lights up with a picture message of Helen wearing a black satin bustier which tucks her in at her waist and matching black full panties covering the whole of her pubic area and half way down her slender things. She’s also wearing the black patent leather Christian Laboutin shoes which I bought her last Christmas.
“What do you think ..??” Was her message. |
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For a while I’m stumped for words and can’t think straight.
“Stunning my dear” is all that I can think of messaging
“This was supposed to be all for you, but you’re not here to appreciate me so I’m going all out to enjoy myself tonight”
Ping the next picture message is of two dresses hanging up on our bedroom wall. One is a long black satin ball gown with thin straps and the other is a low cut red velvet dress with a split up to the thigh. Both dresses look stunning and I know that Helen will look stunning in either one.
“I think the black one is best for tonight” I reply hoping to play it straight with the more conservative outfit. |
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Ping goes WhatsApp again “I’m not so sure” Helen replies
Ping goes a picture message and there is my gorgeous sexy wife wearing the low cut red velvet dress. Her small firm breasts perfectly framed by the bustier bra and the shape of the dress and the split goes almost up to her mid thigh. The dress nips in at her waist accentuating her figure, showing off her curves and bum.
Ping “I prefer the red one but there’s only one big problem” she messages
Ping, another picture message comes through, this time it’s a picture of her satin panties lying in a heap on our bedroom floor. I don’t hear from her for a few hours, but I know that a car is being sent to take her to the hotel.
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I can barely concentrate and my mind is racing, surely she’s just winding me up as payback for me not being there. She’s just leading me on.
Ping “sorry for not being able to message but I’ve been busy getting my hair and make up done. But that’s me in my hotel room now”
I quickly send a reply asking if she’s going to be alright and if she’s settled in to the hotel room ok and if she’s looking forward to the party.
Ping , picture message of an open bottle of champagne with two glasses “I ordered this was for us to celebrate tonight but you’re not here to share it with me” she messaged.
Ping, a picture message of a red satin nightie and crotch less panties carefully arranged on top of her pillowcase “I ordered this to wear to bed tonight to show you how much I have missed you and your cock while you’re away and my pussy is aching to be filled. But you’re not here”
Ping, a picture message of her beautiful face, fully made up with smoky eyes, her hair is sleek and pulled away from her beautiful face by a simple clasp accentuating her defined cheekbones and diamond earrings. But it’s her lips that draw my attention. Bright red. Ruby Red. Blood red. Siren red. They’re sending a message.
The colour perfectly matches her velvet dress and night wear. Her message reads “I ordered this so that I could leave my mark on your cock this evening, too bad your not here to get the benefits of my work, I may have to leave my mark somewhere else” |
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I know from last year’s party that the hotel has a great social media team so I switch to their Facebook account and search for their site.
Within minutes, the pictures of the guests arriving are being posed by the hotel and their guest, photos are pouring in and I spot Helen immediately, she stands out in her gorgeous red dress amongst the black sparkling background of middle class women and men.
One picture in particular catches my interest, Helen is standing with her back to the camera talking to Arthur the company director. She has one hand on his arm as he reaches in for a welcome kiss.
My heart skips a beat. It’s clear from this image that her underwear has indeed been left on our bedroom floor at home. Miles away. |
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Ping goes my WhatsApp and it’s Helen “I’ve nipped back to the room to freshen up, I need to see your cock, I want to know what I’m missing. Be quick” so I dash quickly back to my cabin locking the door behind me for privacy.
Heart pounding I pull down my overalls and take a quick selfie of my lifeless dick which has been cooped up inside of my working clothes for a few weeks. With unkept bushy pubes and swollen balls I can’t help but think that the photo I’ve taken doesn’t show of the nervous excitement of what I am feeling inside. Send.
Ping “is that it..???” Helen quickly responds
Seconds later a picture message arrives, Helen is clearly lying back on the hotel room bed, the lighting in the room is soft and subtle but also bright enough for me to see that her dress has been pulled up to expose her nakedness. All hair has been removed from her pubic region leaving her smooth pussy exposed to the light in the room.
I notice immediately that she has no white area on display. He pubic area is tanned the same colour as her toned legs and upper body. Jeezo, my cock twitches into life when I realise that she must have taken an all over body fake tan at the beauticians salon. Her pussy has never looked so inviting.
Ping “you need to try HARDER” was the message from Helen. |
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“Your pussy looks absolutely amazing, you’ve put in a lot of thought and gone to a lot of effort to make this happen haven’t you? Wish I was there.” I send back to her.
A minute later another picture message arrives, this time it’s a close up image of her whole pussy, two fingers are holding open her shining labia lips exposing her inner sanctuary which is clearly very moist. Not a single hair is left in place around her lower body giving me a perfect view of her private parts. The ends of her fingers are also looking very moist, all of the way up to her knuckles. She’s clearly been playing with herself in the room.
Her tanned skin is in stark contrast to her pussy lips which are shining bright pink with the extra blood which must be flowing through them right now. Soft warm and exceptionally inviting.
I zoom in on the image and am drawn to her clit which is swollen to twice the size that I’ve ever seen it before and is completely exposed from its protective hood. It looks very much like a small cock standing erect, desperate for some help and attention from a willing helper.
Ping “Chinese proverb: A woman who cleans her house is surely expecting visitors” was all that she wrote.
Ping “I’m heading back down to the party, can’t believe that I’ve waited all year for this and all you can do is send a shitty picture of your tiny little limp dick. Don’t expect me to message you again tonight”
And I did not.
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In my cabin I sat on my bed contemplating just what my beautiful sexy successful wife would be doing next. My mind racing with possibilities and scenarios. There she was, by far an away the most attractive and most appealing woman in the room, wearing a figure hugging dress which sent out all of the right signals. I know first had just how demanding she can be in the bedroom once her red blood starts to flow.
She would often grab a hold of me at parties to find a quiet spot out of the way and sit on my cock. Her favourite position was always to be on top. She loves to grind her clit against my pubic bone with my cock inside of her. Often just getting off once she had got what she wanted. Sometimes the panties were just pulled to the side to gain entry and other times they were removed earlier in the evening and handed to me as a signal of her intentions. She was dominant and persuasive in our sex lives and I loved to be alongside her enjoying the ride.
Except that tonight I was not alongside her. It was now time to check the hotels social media posts to see if they had posted any pictures or videos. |
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The company website has been updated to announce that a new regional sales manager has been appointed and right there at the forefront of their LinkedIn page is my gorgeous wife. The pictures must have been taken earlier on this evening as she’s wearing the red dress, matching lipstick and showing off her fabulous legs. I know and Helen certainly knows that this picture will be used globally by the company and her profile will soar on the back of these pictures.
Young testosterone fuelled salesmen, customers and potential clients will expect to meet the woman that they see in the photo. She has carefully managed this evening and it’s not ever begun. This has been an investment in her career like no other. How far is she willing to go..??
I click back to the hotel site for any further updates and see Helen surrounded by the firms senior partners and her superiors. She’s the only woman in the frame and she stands out like a bright star in sea of dreary suits.
Then I spot it, Arthur is beside her, I can’t quite make it out from the picture but I swear that he has his hand firmly placed on her backside. She is smiling back at him. As my heart skips a beat, I notice that the hotel have been posting videos too. |
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With my heart pounding, I begin to scroll through the videos posted by the hotel of the Christmas party night. It’s quickly apparent that although Helen’s company has a decent presence at the event, there are other tables made up of different businesses from the local area and there’s a real mix of people in attendance. The organisers have gone out of their way to engage with the guests and everyone is up dancing around the venue.
The camera crew seem to have honed in on Helen as she’s in a lot of the videos, her legs moving around the dance floor exposing her tanned and toned thighs as she moves. I pause and rewind the footage continuously to see if I can catch her naked pussy on display but she’s too careful.
Then I see her dancing with a young guy, the stage lighting is directly behind her as she moves making the velvet material of her red dress almost translucent in the strong lights. She is facing away from the camera and is slightly bent forward. I can see the very outline of her gorgeous figure, I can see where her bustier bra begins and ends. I can see the material of her dress swishing as she rhythmically moves around.
But most importantly I pause the video and zoom in on one frame only. The lighting is down low in this shot and Helen’s legs are open as she dances. On full display and for all of the online followers in the world to view is the perfect outline of my wife’s pussy. The shape of her swollen labia lips is very much on plain view for all the world to see. |
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My cock springs into life as I’m reminded of a time before we married that we had visited my Aunty in Winchester on a family holiday. The weather was warm enough for Helen to wear a short flower pattern summer dress. I remember that it had ties at each side which she fastened at the back in a bow. Her long golden hair hung to her shoulders.
After breakfast we went for a countryside walk through local forests and Helen began to get frisky and suggested that this may the best opportunity for us to be together. As we weren’t married, we had to sleep in separate rooms. She had run her hands up the hem of her knee length dress and hooked up thumbs inside of her pristine white cotton panties.
Stepping out of them, Helen just bent herself over the nearest fallen tree and pushed out her pussy in my direction. “Come on then, fuck me “ was all the encouragement that I needed. My cock sprang up and into life and I stood behind her, inserting my solid cock into her wanton pussy.
As I’m pounding her from behind I can feel her slipping a finger or two into her pussy to help enhance the experience. One other finger is going to work on her clit and her juices are in full flow.
I can no longer control myself and let go of a week’s worth of hot cum deep inside of my then girlfriend. But Helen is not finished yet and she is most definitely not satisfied. Her right hand is now joined by the left as she fingers herself to orgasm. I can only standby and watch her going to heaven and back with sound of her moist fingers rubbing her enlarged lips and clit.
The heady mixture of cum and her own juices are now running out of her body and down the inside of her thighs. Helen retrieves her white cotton panties and rubs her pussy clean before we continue along with our woodland knickerless nature walk. We finally arrive back to my aunties house and act like nothing has happened. |
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Zooming back out from the paused video it’s clearly evident that Helen’s presence on the dance floor has attracted a large number of admirers. I can’t help but wonder if they can see just what I can see on the other side of the planet. I double check that my cabin door is locked then remove my clothing and sit back in my chair to enjoy the videos of my wife dancing.
With my semi rigid cock in my left hand I use the mouse to look through the videos and pictures for the next shots of the blonde in the red dress.
I have to sift through a good number of still pictures before I catch sight of her but this time she’s no longer the subject of the cameras focus. This image is focused on a younger woman dancing with her partner but it’s what’s in the background that catches my attention. In the photograph there’s a clock on the wall of the hotel which states that it is 11:30 back in the uk. I know that the event is scheduled to wrap up at around midnight so most guests will be getting ready to leave or retire to the rooms.
My heart skips a beat and my cock becomes fully erect when I see what is going on at the back of the room in the darkened area below the clock.. |
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There she is with her back to the wall, in her left hand are the black patent leather Laboutins which cost me a month’s salary. It’s a darkened secluded area but the lights from the DJ booth have picked up the action that’s going on.
Her head is thrown back as she laughs, displaying perfectly her jawline and dazzling smile her eyes are wide but full of lust as she gazes wantonly at her senior manager to her right as he leads her away from the function suite towards the lifts and further away to the bedrooms.
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This is incredible I think, she might actually go through with fucking another guy. We had spoken about this at length in the throes of passion over the years that passed before but we had never taken the next step.
During the Covid years, my line of work had completely dried up with the demand for oil falling off the cliff. I was resigned to staying at home with nothing g to do but worry about our mortgage and other bills. Helens career and work demands on the other hand had skyrocketed exponentially and she worked long hours from home often taking important calls at all hours of the night and day trying to ensure the supply of medical equipment was getting to the front line where it was needed most.
She worked none stop and rarely took a break. After a few weeks of relentless pressure I finally begged her to leave the office in our home and spend some quality time with me in our bedroom. The stress and worry of unemployment and financial difficulties certainly took there toll when I was unable to perform in the bedroom. At first Helen was sympathetic and helped me to get off but soon she became distant and I often found her downstairs late at night on her phone. First of all she said that she needed some head space but as the time she spent alone grew longer I knew that there was something else. |
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The pattern continued for a few weeks and I started really hitting the booze which did not help one bit. I’d also started watch porn and masturbating (which I hated myself for). Why would I do that when I have perfectly good beautiful fuckable wife in the next room. Lockdown had a very strange effect on my psyche.
Then one morning Helen brought me coffee in bed. We spoke at length about our feelings for one another and the festering resentment that had been brewing since lockdown and how we could navigate a course through life together.
“Leave this to me” said Helen. “I want a date night on Friday, you’re cooking. I need to work but will ensure that I’m finished by 5 o’clock. No more drink for the rest of the week for you and you need to up your game in the bedroom.
As the week rolled on there were various parcels and packages delivered to the house. On Thursday night Helen called me upstairs to the bedroom. She was fully naked with a towel wrapped around her neck. |
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“I need you to do something for me” she said before lying back on the bed and opening her toned thighs wide open exposing her sweet lips. She then reached over to the bedside table and produced a tube of hair removal cream.
“I’m going on a date tomorrow night and the guy I’m going to fuck like my pussy to be neatly trimmed” whispered Helen into my ear.
“Oh does he..??” I replied “just how much of your hair would he like to be removed..??”
“All of it, he likes me to be completely bare for when he’s sucking on my clit. He also likes to make sure that there is no hair around my ass on the off chance that he wants to fuck it. I also need to apply my fake tan all over so that there’s no white areas. He loves to suck on my nipples when they’re tanned and firm”
“Wow” I said aloud. “He must be some guy if you’re going to all of this effort..???”
“He is” whispered Helen, “sometimes he needs reminding of what’s important though”.
So as Helen lay back, legs wide open, I dutifully applied the cream to her public region, being careful to cover her whole area, top of her thighs and even the area between her ass and pussy. After the allotted 10 minutes I dutifully took the cream off with a soft wipe exposing her now naked lips.
Each time I rubbed around her gaping lips her hips would move to meet my fingers. Her clit was clearly enlarged and she was extremely aroused. Once the cream was fully removed I put my fingers on to the area around her swollen clit and gave a very gentle circular rub. Her hips responded immediately and she started to grind down onto my hand, her nipples now erect with lust.
“Stop” she called out and then she swung her legs from the bed and headed for the shower. I could barely contain myself and followed her across the landing to be confronted with a locked bathroom door and the shower running. My cock at full capacity ready to burst.
“Go and lie on the bed, I’ll be with you soon and make sure you’re naked” she called out. |
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Wow, I thought. She can’t wait until date night tomorrow. I just hope that I can perform for her.
So dutifully I stripped off and lay myself down on the bed as Helen walked back into the room. In her hands she carried two hold up stockings.
“I ordered these for my date night, hope you don’t mind..??”, now Helen’s knows that black stockings with heels are my Achilles heel. I love to see her dressed in exquisite lingerie and have bought her some very nice outfits over the years.
“I’ve never minded you buying anything like that my dear. Are you going to wear them for me..??” I said hopefully.
“Not tonight honey, I have another use for them” and with that she dropped her towel to expose her naked hairless body. Immediately the rush of blood gave away just how horny I was feeling and the erotic situation I was in.
Helen climbed up my body and stopped with her pussy hovering right above my now rigid cock. Her pert firm nipples were just inches away from my mouth and I reached up to take one into my soft warm mouth running my tongue around the outside first before taking her into my whole mouth. Helen let out a groan and her hips make contact with my cock. I pushed upward expecting to find her pussy waiting to greet me but instead she moved away, further up the bed until she was sitting name on my chest with her knees pinning down my arms.
The stockings were still in her mouth, so she carefully and deliberately took them out and put them across my eyes as a blindfold. Then she turned to the left and lifted one arm up to the headboard and secured it in place with one of the stockings. She repeated this process with the other arm, not too tight but certainly secure enough.
“No orgasm for you tonight”, she exclaimed as she jumped off from the bed. My cock was aching for the sweet feelings of release.
“I’ve got a date tomorrow and I need you to be on your best behaviour”. Having had the stockings remade from over my eyes, I watched as Helen walked over to the bedside table and picked up the hair removal cream.
“Your turn now, fully bare, everything gone…. Even around your ass hole”. I gave a little of a tug on the stockings which bound my wrists but I was tightly fastened to the headboard. No escaping.
And so with her breasts exposed and nipples erect she set about applying the cream to my cock and balls making absolutely certain that every single part of my nether region is covered in a thick layer of cream. She then carefully lifted my legs to expose my ass and applied the same cream to the area. Once the tube was empty Helen left the room and headed back to the bathroom. After what seemed like an eternity she can back with a basin of hot water and some tissue paper before she took off the cream. Large clumps of my public hair came away in her hands as she delicately worked her way around my throbbing manhood. |
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Once completed Helen reached down and used the basin of warm water to wash away the excess cream leaving me completely hairless. I’d never felt as aroused before and begged Helen for the ecstasy of sweet relief.
“Not a chance” she said “date night tomorrow night. You’d better be ready. I’m bringing the starter. You’re supplying the main course and dessert” was her reply.
She then moved over to the bedside cabinet and pulled out a silk scarf which she carefully placed across my eyes, fixing it in place with a bow.
“I’m going to leave you until the swelling goes down” she said as she switched out the lights and left the room.
After what felt like an eternity, I could feel her presence in the room as she opened up the bedside cabinet once again. By this time it was clear to me that there was to be no sex this evening and my cock had gone limp and flaccid.
I felt Helen climb into the bed, my hands still secured as she began the fumble with my cock. She got me to hitch up my legs and I could feel something cold and firm being fitted around the shaft and balks of my manhood and then there was a loud “CLICK”.
“There you go, that should prevent you from wanking off to porn. Your cock is mine and mine alone. I want every drop of your cum inside of me. Do you understand..??”
With that Helen pulled off the blindfold and I stared down at my cock. Hairless and limp, it had been enshrouded with a steel cage. Helen looked at me and giggled as she fastened a thin golden piece of lace in around her neck which held a key. The key to my new chastity cage. |
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“What’s this for Helen..??”, I demanded why trying to sound authoritative even though my hands were tied to the headboard.
“I know that you’re wanking yourself off to porn while I’m in here working day and night . It has got to stop if we have any hope of saving our marriage. I want to save our marriage. So with a little bit of outside help and a few changes around here we’re going to go on this journey together. Are you in or not..?” She said.
“What kind of changes..?” I stammered.
“Well your new cage is the first physical element of our journey. You will wear it at all times when you’re around the house. I will remove it if you leave the house for shopping and exercise but if you leave for a social event then your cage stays on.
You know there are lots of different types and styles of cages that I had no idea about until I started looking for them. You have a steel one right now but I’ve also bought you some plastic ones too. I’ll change it regularly until we find the one that suits you best.
The key stays around my neck permanently, I own it and I now own your cock. I will remove it once a day at your request if you need to shower.
Now I understand that you have your needs and that as your wife I am not an unreasonable person so I must also make some changes. Therefore going forward and for the next 7 days you will submit in writing a request for sex to me with 24 hours notice. I understand that to keep you satisfied as my husband I must also make certain sacrifices therefore NOTHING is off limits provided that it takes place within these four walls, doesn’t hurt and is mutually beneficial. We start tomorrow evening at the dinner table 6 o’clock sharp.
Your cage stays in place until then and I want our house cleaned from top to bottom tomorrow while I’m working. Dusting, bedding washed, bathroom cleaned and the whole house sparkling. Trust me, this will be a long road but ultimately it will be worth it and the rewards are coming your way. What do you say..??”
“Errrr OK then” I stammered “let’s give it a try, but in the meantime could you untie me from the bed..??”
Helen laughed a sexy little giggle “I’m not sure my darling, I quite like having you like this”. She came over and leaned in close then whispered in my ear “you will not regret this, you have no idea how much I love having your beautiful cock inside of me. I want it and I need it. But tonight you will need to control yourself. No naughty thoughts while you’re caged. That would be counterproductive, we can’t have you busting out in the first few hours can we.” And with that she untied my wrists before slipping under the duvet. Our naked bodies entwined with the thoughts of what was to come. |
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I barely slept a wink all night with the dual thoughts of nervous anticipation about what was to come and also the restraining device which was firmly clamped around my manhood restricting my cock from reaching its full capacity. Thankfully Helen had fitted the polished steel chastity cage and although very secure it did allow some room for through the night expansion and morning glory.
I must’ve fallen asleep at around 4 in the morning and when I awoke , it was almost 10 o’clock, Helen was nowhere to be seen so I assumed that she had got up and started work from the kitchen as she often did.
The top of my cage had a slit cut into the metal around 1 centimetre wide so I took myself to the toilet to relieve myself before heading downstairs to make tea.
“Good morning, did you sleep well..??” Said Helen as I entered the kitchen in my T-shirt and pyjama bottoms. She quickly rose from her chair and came over to meet me. It was clear the she had already showered and fixed her hair but she still wore her black satin robe the outline of her nipples poking through the thin material. It was clear that she was naked underneath.
“Not really, this kept waking me up”, I said pointing to the cage.
“Let me see” said Helen as she came over and knelt down in front of my crotch area. With one swift move she had pulled down both my pyjamas and underwear to the floor. Lifting up my cage she carefully inspected the circular Steele loop which contained my scrotum and also the security of the cage itself.
“Yeah this looks good” she muttered “but I think we’ll change it for a smaller one next time we take it off. I don’t want you getting ideas above your station. Besides, you have got a lot of work to do today so you had better get started.”
With that she leg go of my cock and reached into the kitchen drawer to pull out a small package.
“Take off your t shirt and put it in the washing machine as well as those pyjamas too.” I did as I was told standing completely naked in our kitchen apart from my Steele cage.
Helen opened the package and out fell a chain with a combination padlock at both ends, Helen fell to her knees again and clipped one end of the chain to the padlock which was held in place around the one centimetre slit of my cage. She took great delight in lifting my cock up and down with the length of chain.
Finally the chain was passed between my legs and up the inside of my ass cheeks, the cold metal uncomfortable against my skin. She passed the chain up my back and looped it around my neck before securing it in place with the second padlock between my shoulder blades. Helen pulled yanked the chain tight which had the effect of pulling my cock down between my legs. It was clear what her intentions were. Any small upwards movement of my caged cock would result in the tightening of the chain.
“You’ve got work to do my darling husband. Here’s your list of chores, you can start with the upstairs bathroom and don’t go searching for any clothing. You’re going to be my caged servile trash and I want you to be naked all day” |
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