It began rather gradually. Jane, my wife, didn’t initially show much enthusiasm for keeping me locked up, but eventually her interest grew. I believe she hadn’t quite grasped the point or understood why I cared so much about ‘abstaining from sex with her’. She would typically leave the key on the nightstand, and whenever I requested it, she’d hand it over. We’d have intercourse, after which I’d put the key back; if I handed it to her directly, it usually ended up back on that bedside table.
Everything shifted during a weekend when I asked for the key and she simply said, “No.” I glanced at the table—the key was gone. Feeling quite aroused, I started my usual foreplay routine by touching her, and she didn’t pull away. As I caressed her breasts and kissed her nipples, she lay still, spreading her legs as my hand slipped between them. I continued until she was well-lubricated before going down on her. Jane always appreciated being penetrated after an oral orgasm, so I expected that if I gave her one, the key would appear and allow me to have sex.
However, once her powerful climax subsided, Jane just pushed my head away from between her legs, rolled over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, as we cuddled, she beat me to it: “Don’t bother asking for the key.” “How did you know I was going to ask?” “Because you’re horny,” she replied. “I figured since I serviced you last night, you might return the favor.” “You want a blow job?” “I’d love one,” I answered. “Do you remember the last time I gave you one?” “Yes, it was some time ago.” “Well, that was the last one. No more blow jobs for you.” “What? Why?” “Because I don’t have to give them. You locked your cock away and handed me control of the key. So now, you get what I choose to give, when I decide to give it, and you’ll be grateful. In fact, I expect you’ll learn to be very appreciative—and perhaps a bit regretful—for giving up that power.” “Why this sudden change in attitude?” I asked. “It seemed like you were serious about staying locked up. I left the key on the table for months and you never took it. If you really want this, I’ll play along, but it will be on my terms, which might not suit you.” “What are those terms?” “You stay locked and don’t ask for the key. I’ll decide when to let you out. Since you always seem eager, there’s no point in asking repeatedly. If I want your cock, I’ll release it; otherwise, assume I know you’re wanting but that I’m not letting you have it yet. Is that clear?” “Yes.” “You’ll need to earn your freedom by keeping me happy and satisfied. “Like last night?” “The orgasm was nice, yes, but as you know, I like being penetrated after my first climax. Since you won’t be able to do that anymore, I’ll likely find someone else for that part.” “You plan on taking a lover? “I think so,” she said. “But if you want to fuck me all you have to do is let me out, and I’d be more than willing.” “Yes, I know you would. But you wanted chastity in the first place. It doesn’t count as true chastity if I release you every time you ask for sex, does it? “But I could use a dildo on myself if needed,” I offered. “You probably will, but I prefer real cock. Since yours is unavailable, I’ll find another man.” “But mine is available!” “No, it’s locked up. And if you keep arguing with me, it will stay that way.” “But I don’t understand—if you want to fuck, why not just release me?” “Because I don’t have to. I can indeed have my cake and eat it too. I can keep you locked while sleeping with someone else, and you’ll learn to accept this arrangement. If I want your cock, I get it; if I prefer another’s cock, that is what I will take.” “Do I get to sleep around as well?” “Don’t be silly, of course not. You remain locked and faithful. When I do let you out, your orgasms will be intense and memorable—rare enough to feel special. We’ll start with one release a month. Since you’ve already had yours this month, you have a few more weeks before the next opportunity. “I can’t wait that long,” I protested. Jane took hold of my cock through the cage, feeling its full arousal. “You don’t really have any choice,” she said, playfully wiggling it with her hand.
Over the following weeks, Jane remained firm in her stance. She would take a lover if she wished, and I was to remain secured. I went down on her two or three times a week; each time, she’d remark how good a cock felt now that mine was gone, yet refused to release me.
It’s true that the thought of another man penetrating Jane aroused me greatly, and Jane knew it too. She only had to feel my arousal when she mentioned his name for her to realize any protests I made were merely for show. Often, while discussing sex, she would grasp my caged cock; if I claimed disinterest but my cock strained against its cage, she knew I was lying. It soon became pointless to lie, so I eventually confessed all my fantasies to her.
A month passed before Jane finally let me out. After being locked up for so long, my arousal was intense, and I climaxed almost instantly upon entering her. While it was a great orgasm, the sex lasted less than two minutes. Jane insisted I put the cage back on immediately afterward. Having already serviced her orally prior to release, I thought our session was done, but she demanded I go down again to lick my own semen from her pussy.
This wasn’t something I wanted to do, but under threat that if I refused it would be the last time she let me penetrate her, I complied. She said next time I’d only have use of my hand—a option that pleased her very little and occurred only a couple of times annually. Since I made the mess, I had to clean it up.
I forced myself between her thighs, licking up my come while giving Jane another orgasm in the process.
Jane decided that since I came so quickly when released, she needed to find me a proper man for her. We opened an account on FetLife together because we both wanted someone who could tolerate and work with our lifestyle; a vanilla partner wouldn’t suffice. I took photos of Jane, set up her profile, and began interviewing potential candidates.
It took several weeks until I found what seemed like a good match. He advertised himself as an alpha male with a generous cock capable of satisfying even the most demanding lover. Tall, well-built, and very handsome, his photos excited Jane greatly. Dave lived nearby and appeared to have considerable experience in our area of interest. He liked Jane’s pictures and stated he had no issue with me watching, though not being gay himself, he expected both of us to worship his cock orally.
I arranged a meeting at a local restaurant later that week for Jane and I to meet him. Dave strongly suggested Jane wear heels, a short dress or skirt, show some cleavage, and have her makeup done perfectly. Jane spent hours getting ready, struggling to select a dress she thought he’d approve of. She finally chose a summer dress—short and casual enough for the restaurant but cut low enough to reveal ample cleavage with a push-up bra.
Once her makeup and lipstick were complete, we left to meet Dave. We recognized him easily from his photos, introduced ourselves, and picked a table near the back for privacy. Dave seemed personable and well-dressed in casual slacks and a checked shirt, whereas I wore jeans and a golf shirt.
We sat down, and I explained our situation once more while Dave listened and asked questions. He mentioned that he was quite dominant and preferred his partners to be submissive.
When he asked Jane what she liked I was a bit surprised when she said that she was tired of taking charge of our sex life all the time and wanted nothing more than a good fucking every once and awhile. She didn’t want to decide on how she just wanted to get fucked so she was fine with Dave being dominant. Dinner went well and we agreed to a next meeting at our house Friday night. Dave suggested that Jane accompany him to his car while I paid the bill. Once in the car Dave had Jane blow him to test her oral skills and while he said they need work she was able to get him to orgasm and swallowed his load without difficulty. Dave then tested her pussy for wetness and finding it sufficiently wet he sent her on her way. Jane was still quite worked up when we got home and she wasn’t satisfied until I had given her two orgasms. She kept telling me that Dave had a really big cock that is was much thicker than mine and longer and she was worried that it might hurt when he fucked her with it. The next day Jane was like a school girl going on a first date. She was all excited and kept taking different clothes out of the closet to wear and arranging them with different shoes on the bed. I told her he wasn’t going to be interested in what she was wearing as he would was more interested in fucking her. Jane finally selected a short grey pleated skirt and a white blouse. Under it she was planning to wear black lace panties and a black lace push up bra. Friday came and Jane hurried home from work to get ready. I cooked some burgers on the grill and then set about cleaning the house to prepare. Dave didn’t show up until about ten o’clock. He walked in and handed me his car keys. “Go wash and detail my car.” I was going to complain but he continued in a firm demanding voice. “Go.” Jane came down the stairs and Dave watched her as I left the house. I gathered my supplies from the garage and set about washing and cleaning his car. Inside Dave took a hold of Jane and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Jane melted into his arms and surrendered to him. He slipped a hand under her skirt and cupped her ass. Then Dave turned her around and marched her upstairs to the bedroom. There he turned her around to face him put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Jane knew what she was to do and unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then she slipped his underwear down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. She took his cock in both hands and brought it to her mouth. She sucked on it until it grew to its full length. She was amazed at how big it was as even with two hands around it there was still room for her mouth. Dave took hold of Jane by the hair and pulled her off his cock. He stood her up and had her strip naked. He turned her around and bent her over at the waist. Then he entered her from behind. Jane was wet and the head of his cock slipped in easily. Jane braced herself on the bed as he forced himself the rest of the way in. Jane felt her pussy being stretched like it never had been. Her knees grew weak and she thought she might collapse but she managed to stay standing. Dave still had her hair in one hand and the other on her hip as he began to fuck her. Jane felt her head being pulled back and up by her hair to an awkward angle. It was uncomfortable but there was nothing she could do about it as she realized Dave was not the type of man that cared that she was uncomfortable. For the first time Jane felt like she was being fucked and not made love too. Being fucked was different, it was raw and rough not tender and gentle. Jane felt a warm fuzzy feeling in her pussy, it felt good and Jane knew she would soon orgasm. Being fucked felt good to Jane and she liked the way Dave used her. Dave’s hand left her hip and he slapped her ass hard. It startled Jane and she yelped as the heat spread over her ass. Dave spoke, “When I’m fucking you like this I want you to tell me ‘Harder, deeper, fuck me’ what ever comes to you. I don’t like to fuck bitches that aren’t vocal. So you start talking or I will beat your ass.” Jane gasped as Dave plunged deep into her. “Harder.” She managed to say although she though any harder and she would split in two. “That’s it.” Dave encouraged her. “Fuck me.” Jane said with a little more conviction. “Louder.” Dave instructed. “I want your husband to hear you.” “Harder!” Jane moaned a little louder. Dave smacked Jane’s ass hard and Jane cried out. “Louder, shout it out.” Jane’s mind grew numb. Her pussy was buzzing, her ass hurt, her hair was being pulled and she was being fucked hard for the first time in her life and she liked it. Jane felt her self letting go. “Fuck me!” She cried out. “Oh, gawd, fuck me!” With each time she repeated it she grew louder as she felt her orgasm approach. She felt Dave slam into her and with each thrust she cried out. She was loud now almost shouting. Outside I could hear some commotion so I stopped what I was doing and opened the door to make sure Jane was okay. I could hear them upstairs. Jane crying out “fuck me, harder.” I felt my cock grow harder in its cage. My wife was being fucked and she wanted it. I had never heard her say much of anything when we has sex but Dave had her crying out for more. Jane knew that there was no point in being quiet anymore any for the first time became vocal during sex. Her cries came with each thrust. “Yes, fuck, oh fuck, harder” were some of the words uttered from her mouth. Sometimes it was just a loud moan. Jane was showing no restraint. If she felt like saying it she did. “Are you ready to come bitch?” Dave asked. “Yes.” Jane cried out when she caught her breath. “Not yet!” Dave instructed. He slapped her ass hard once more. Jane felt herself on the very edge and the slap almost put her over. She tried to concentrate on making up a grocery list to delay her orgasm. But with each thrust she cried out and she knew she couldn’t hold out for long. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.” Dave demanded. He slapped her ass again. Jane wanted to hold back for Dave. She wanted to please him. This man that was taking her so forcefully. She tried to work on her grocery list but Dave’s cock kept thrusting into her. “Please, please let me come.” Jane begged. “Not yet.” Dave demanded. He felt his own orgasm building and he let go of Jane’s hair and took her hips in both hands so he could fuck her harder. As Dave felt the first gush of come start on it’s journey he told Jane. “Now bitch, come now.” Jane almost collapsed as she felt her orgasm consume her. It was Dave holding her firmly by her hips that kept her from falling. Jane felt her orgasm rush over her in wave after wave. She felt Dave empty his load into her and felt his cock swell with each jet of come that spewed from it. Her orgasm was powerful and intense and seemed to go on and on. Dave orgasm ended and he gave Jane a little push and she fell on to the bed as his cock was released from her pussy. Jane was breathing irregularly trying to catch her breath and lay without moving on the bed. Dave moved to the bedroom doorway and stuck his head out and called. “Get back to work on my car!” I hesitated for only a moment before heading back outside. Jane had never been that vocal during our sessions. I was jealous and horny and wanted nothing more than to fuck Jane but I doubted that was going to happen tonight or anytime soon even. Dave asked Jane were she kept some lubricant and Jane pointed to the bedside table. Dave opened the drawer and found a tube of KY jelly and applied some to his cock. He was still hard and after sampling Jane’s pussy he wanted to try out her ass. Dave climbed onto the bed and arranged Jane so she was kneeling with her face down and her ass up. He placed his cock at the entrance to her ass and slowly pressed his way in. Jane grunted ass she felt her asshole strain to accept the large intruder. She felt some pain but still being in a daze from her orgasm submitted. Once Dave
Dave had the head of his cock in her mouth, and he waited a moment before slowly pressing further inside. Jane wasn’t particularly fond of anal intercourse but would tolerate it occasionally. Now she was being stretched beyond anything she’d ever experienced, an experience that sent her deep into sub space. She knew she would let Dave use her however he wanted; if he wanted her ass, she would give him what he desired.
Dave started off slowly and reminded Jane to make noise as requested. Jane complied and begged him to fuck her backside. The pain soon gave way to pleasure as Dave gradually began thrusting deeper, harder, and faster. His second orgasm took a lot longer to arrive. As he fucked Jane, they talked.
“Do you like being my bitch?” “Yes,” Jane replied. “What does it mean to you that you are my bitch?” “It means you can fuck me whenever you want.” “Yes, but it also means more than just that. It means I can fuck you whenever I want and however I want—in any hole—and you will never refuse me. “Yes.” “Now that you are my bitch, I demand that you do not sleep with anyone else. In fact, more than that: no sex of any kind without my permission. This ass and pussy are mine to use as I please. I don’t want you even touching yourself; do you understand?” “Yes.” “You keep this pussy shaved or waxed but leave the clit alone. You can flirt with your husband, but you don’t let him touch your pussy or tits unless I tell you to. If you need to be fucked, e-mail me and beg permission. If I’m not in the mood, I might let your husband lick you to orgasm instead. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “And do you agree?” “Yes.” “What did you just agree to?” “No sex unless you tell me.” “Are you going to have a problem with that?” “I don’t know. “Do you like having my cock in your ass?” “It hurts a little.” “Why do you think it hurts a little?” Dave said as he drove deep into Jane’s backside in one quick, powerful thrust. “Because I am not used to it.” “Exactly. So what are you going to do about it?” “I don’t know. I could try stretching with a butt plug.” “Do you think I want to fuck you if your asshole is all stretched out and loose?” “No.” “That’s right. You will do nothing but accept that a little discomfort is the price for my pleasure.
Dave was getting closer to orgasm when he pulled out of Jane and lay down on the bed face up. He had Jane straddle him, lowering her ass onto his cock once more. Then he instructed her to move up and down as he gazed at her body. Jane had great tits—thirty-six inch C’s that were firm and perfectly shaped. Her belly was flat and firm, and her hips gave her a nice hourglass shape. With long toned legs completing the look, she turned heads wherever she went.
As Dave studied her while she fucked him, he noticed her eyes rolling back into her head every time she lowered herself onto his cock. He smiled, thinking himself lucky to have found Jane. All it would take was a little more training, and she would be a perfect slut.
“Do you have a vibrator?” Jane nodded. “Get it,” Dave ordered.
Jane stopped moving and eased herself off Dave. She went over to her dresser, opened a drawer, and selected a small vibrator meant to be worn around the finger. She handed it to him, then climbed back on top of him, lowering her ass over his cock once more. Dave attached the vibrato to his finger and turned it on. He started with Jane’s nipples, finding them sensitive to touch, then moved down to her clit. She moaned in approval as he stimulated it, bringing her soon to the verge of another orgasm.
“Don’t come yet,” he demanded, and Jane did her best to comply. “Tell me when you are right at the edge.” Jane’s face screwed up, and she called out, “Almost there.” Dave removed his finger from her clit, showing his disappointment on his face as hers fell slightly. He let her be for a moment before starting again on her nipples. Jane almost melted from the pleasure and asked for more. “Will you come from this?” Dave asked, placing the vibrator on each nipple. “Yes,” Jane replied. “Tell me to stop just before it happens.” Jane soon called out for him to stop.
“Orgasm control is very important,” Dave explained. “You need to learn to come when told, not when you feel like it.” “I want to come,” Jane said. “Of course you do, but you must wait until I tell you. Can you do that?” “I’ll try.”
Dave stimulated her clit once more until she was about to climax and then stopped. He continued teasing her for another twenty minutes before letting her go. The whole time he filled her ass with his cock, and when she finally did orgasm, Dave came as well.
Jane was exhausted and trembling when he rolled her off his cock and let her lie beside him. He got up, went to the washroom, cleaned himself, dressed, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Sitting at the table, he considered his next move. Soon he heard Jane stir; she came down the stairs wearing only a simple negligee that hid nothing. She sat in a chair across from Dave.
Dave spoke first. “I think this will work out. You’re a good fuck, and I believe you can learn to be a great one. I’m not quite sure what to do with your husband yet. Suppose if he likes being in chastity, he stays locked up? How often were you letting him out?” “Once a month.” “And was he okay with that? No whining or complaining?” “No, not really.” “Then he can go much longer. How important is it to you if he gets out but doesn’t get to fuck you? “What do you mean?” “I’m asking: would you be alright if I let him out and he didn’t have sex with you?” “Well, who else would he fuck then?” “I was thinking just his hand.” “Oh, suppose that would be okay. “Would you miss having your husband’s cock in you?
“Not if I have yours.” “What if not only mine but also another? What if I wanted you to sleep with a friend of mine?” “I don’t know. I guess I’d do it.” “I expect that you would accept without question or hesitation. You like sex, I like sex, and there are others who enjoy it too. No reason we can’t all have fun. Who knows? Even your husband may learn to appreciate his hand after being locked up for a few months. “It was his idea,” Jane said. “If that’s what he gets, then so be it.” “That’s almost cruel; you have a mean streak in you. “No, I just think this is his doing. If things turn out differently than he planned, it isn’t my fault. “Do you actually have a plan?” “No, not really. Other than having good sex now and again.” “Oh, I doubt you’ll lack for thorough fucking. Tonight was just a warm-up to see how you handled it. “How did I do? “You did fine. I think you are more submissive than you realize. “How submissive do you think I am?” “I intend to find out.” Jane felt her pussy grow wet, shifting in her chair as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. “Does that excite you?” Dave asked. “Maybe.” “You don’t have any tattoos or piercings?
“Just my ears.” “What if I told you I wanted you to get one?” Jane felt herself getting wetter. “Which? A tattoo or a piercing?” “Oh, probably both, but start with the piercing. If this arrangement doesn’t work out, you can let it close up. “And what would you have me pierce? “I think we can figure that out. If you get it wrong, we’ll keep going until you find the right spot. “Navel? I’ve thought about that one before.”
“Nice idea, but a navel piercing doesn’t really enhance your sex life. Jane considered for a moment; her pussy grew warm as she thought. “Then boobs or pussy?” “Why not both? “Umm… I’ll think about it.” Dave noticed Jane’s nipples were erect and knew he’d have no trouble getting them pierced, perhaps with little silver or gold rings. “Well, don’t take too long to decide, or I will tie you down and do it myself.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” “What if I say ‘No’?” “Would you actually say no?
“Probably.” “Then I guess I’d have to gag you first.” “Do you always get your way?” “Yes. The sooner you learn that, the less sore your ass will be. “So now you’re going to beat me into submission.”
“It’s what it takes. Do you want a sample?” “No.” “That could be an issue, then. I don’t care for ‘No’ from you. You’re supposed to say ‘Yes’ to everything.” “What if I really don’t want to?” “Exactly that’s the point. Your desire doesn’t matter as much mine does. If I decide it should happen, it happens. Stand up and lean over the table now.” “Why? What for?” “Just do it.” Jane got to her feet and leaned forward across the table. “Raise your arms above your head so they stretch out flat along the surface.” “Like this?” Jane asked, positioning her hands on the tabletop. Dave rose from his chair and started unfastening his belt. “What’s the plan here?” Jane inquired, a hint of worry creeping into her voice. “Surely you trust me?” “I’m not sure.” Jane kept talking but stayed put. Dave circled behind her and hiked up the hem of her negligee, revealing her bottom. He smoothed his palm over her cheeks, feeling the softness of her flesh, caressing each side. “You have a beautiful rear. It would be a pity to leave it unmarked.” “Then don’t mark me.” Dave noticed Jane hadn’t shifted position. If she truly wanted to avoid being hit, she would have moved. He decided to keep pushing her boundaries and see where things went. While he continued stroking her backside, his hand occasionally dipped lower toward her pussy. In response, Jane parted her legs slightly to give him better access. Dave thought the woman was eager for more. He lowered his trousers and drew out his cock. With a few quick strokes, it hardened. He positioned the tip at her entrance before sliding inside. His movements were vigorous and rapid. Calling her his bitch, he delivered a sharp slap to her bottom with his open hand. He warned her not to finish until given permission, which pleased him when she followed orders even as he came himself. Afterward, Dave withdrew and retrieved his belt. Suspecting Jane was deep in subspace, he deemed it the right moment to leave some marks on her backside. A relatively light strike made Jane cry out but hold her pose. He continued with a few more whacks until distinct red welts began rising on her skin. She cried each time but remained steady. After six strokes total, Dave paused and rubbed her bottom gently once more. “You did wonderfully for your first attempt.” “Thank you,” Jane replied, tears welling in her eyes. “I tried my best.” “You certainly did, and it was excellent. You’ll have some lovely welts to show off to your husband. It’s a shame he wasn’t there to see it all.” “I doubt he would have enjoyed watching,” Jane said softly, still not moving from her spot. “I’m heading out now. I’ll send him in later; stay exactly like that until he arrives and make him clean your pussy with his tongue.” “He might refuse.” “His refusal doesn’t matter to me. Make sure he does it, or next time I will whip both of you for disobedience more severely than before.” Dave left the house shortly after finding me near his car. He told me to stop cleaning and go check on my wife. I watched him drive off then went inside myself. Calling out for Jane, she pointed toward the kitchen where I found her nearly naked atop the table, her bare bottom clearly showing the marks of discipline. “Are you alright?” I asked. “Yes, just fine. A bit sore though.” “I can see that. Your backside is covered in welts.” “That’s my pussy that aches. My butt feels okay.” “It doesn’t look it to me.” “Look, you need to clean my pussy and swallow Dave’s semen for me now.” “I’m not doing that,” I replied. “You have to.” “Because if you don’t, Dave threatened to really whip both of us for disobedience next time around.” “I doubt it will come to that.” “Just do this one thing for me.” “What if I refuse and tell him I did anyway?” “If you delay now, the habit won’t break easily later. Get used to it; it isn’t so bad once accustomed. The first time is always hardest. Come here now and lick my pussy clean properly or remain locked up until you do.” Jane insisted that her cleanliness mattered greatly, leaving me little choice in the matter. Sooner or later I had to comply anyway. Kneeling down carefully, I began licking around Jane’s sensitive area. It looked raw and red, showing signs of recent use. As I worked, I tasted Dave’s cum but tried not to dwell on it. My effort was thorough enough before long, so I considered the task complete. Picking myself up, Jane sat straighter while her bottom remained visibly tender. “Well then? Tell me everything,” I prompted. As she recounted every detail of what happened between them, my cock strained against its cage throughout the story. When she finished speaking, I offered, “You don’t have to see him again if you prefer not to.” “Oh yes I do! I’ve never been fucked like that before and loved it immensely.” “I could fuck you similarly.” “No, you haven’t done so yet nor will likely manage it well enough besides your cock is too small. It suits us better left locked away.” “So essentially because of this arrangement my sexual access to you ends?” “This was your proposal after all; don’t blame me if things turn out differently than expected. You received precisely what you requested. You are confined now, and provided you behave well Dave might allow you to watch him fuck me again. If fortune favors us greatly he may unlock the cage temporarily so you can release yourself via masturbation though I suspect that day is distant still.” “How long exactly counts as ‘distant’?” “Likely longer than anticipated unless your conduct improves significantly.” “What does improved behavior actually mean?” “It means learning to clean my pussy without needing reminders, and refraining from asking for release too often. We understand you desire freedom but Dave will grant it when he feels earned. Do your utmost to deserve his favor then.”