This date night had been on the calendar for a couple of weeks, but I was particularly eager for it. Usually, our nights out involved leaving the kids at Grandma’s, rushing home to shower and dress up, heading off for dinner, returning home, and then engaging in sex without the usual distraction of children nearby. This time would be different, though, for several reasons. One major factor was that I’d been locked in my cage for nearly four weeks with barely a moment out. All her recent orgasms had come from me—using my fingers, tongue, dildos and/or vibrators on her. I was sure she’d allow me to release tonight. Even if denial continued, at least I could feel a genuine, unrestricted erection, perhaps even allowing penetration so I could sense the warmth of her pussy encircling me.
To add some assurance, I had arranged extra treats for her this evening. With her out shopping, I managed to get the kids out of the house beforehand. The bedroom was prepared with towels draped over the foot of the bed where I would give her a massage before we began getting ready. I waited anxiously in the kitchen, knowing that soon the front door would open and my surprise plans could commence. My cock throbbed inside the cage just imagining her reaction.
When she finally opened the door, I actually jumped slightly. I moved to greet her, helping unload the groceries before we shared a long embrace.
“Where are the kids?” she asked, scanning the room as my first surprise unfolded.
“I already dropped them off. Wanted some extra time before dinner.”
She smiled, genuinely pleased. “Why do we need extra time?” she inquired, her smile turning sly as her hand slid along the front of my trousers and grasped the cage through the fabric.
I sighed softly, feeling myself pulse within the steel. “I wanted to give you a proper massage. If you go into the bedroom, undress, and lie down, I’ll warm up some oil.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh wow, that’s lovely.” She headed toward the bedroom, leaving me standing there for a moment to compose myself before quickly moving to the kitchen. I used the microwave to heat a bottle of massage oil efficiently. When I brought it into the bedroom, she was wearing a robe and seated on the towel. Smiling, I walked through the master bathroom where I started filling the garden tub with hot water.
Returning to the bedroom, I took time lighting candles around the room and playing some soft music. “You should lie down,” I said approaching the bed.
“I think my massage boy ought to be naked,” she smirked, her gaze traveling up and down my frame.
The cage felt even tighter as I stripped off everything else until only it remained. She removed her robe then lifted the chain holding the key above my head. Offering it out to me, I experienced a wave of euphoric submission before she added, “That’s not for you to use. Just place it on that table.”
Receiving it but being denied its use was itself an act of submission. I set it down and brought the massage oil to her. For the next hour, I massaged her thoroughly, starting gently to warm up her muscles, then working firmly to find and knead out knots. I worked on her back, butt, arms, and legs just like a professional masseur. Though I avoided overtly sexual touches, tension remained palpable throughout. Massaging her naked body while I was also naked but caged felt like ignoring the elephant in the room.
Once finished and with the tub full, I took her hand and led my now drowsy wife into the bathroom. She stepped in and sank deep into the water, letting out a long, luxurious sigh. “This is wonderful.”
“I’m glad you enjoy it. Shall I go get ready for our date?”
“No, servant boy,” she smiled, playing along with her role, “you need to wash that oil off my body first.”
My heart skipped a beat. This was precisely the kind of submissive act she rarely allowed me to perform. It felt like her gift to me, and I wouldn’t miss it. Starting with the pitcher, I gently poured water over her hair before moving through washing, rinsing, and conditioning steps. Then came sponge and body wash as I slowly worked over every part of her frame.
After she was clean, she stood up and I grabbed a couple of towels. Handing one to her, I used the other to dry her off as she stepped out of the bath. Once done, I wrapped the towel around her shoulders.
“Bring me the key to your cage,” she requested. I returned to the bedroom and brought it back, hopeful. She placed the chain over her head so the key settled between her breasts. “Now you can go get ready for our date,” she said firmly gripping the cage. “Take your clothes out of the bedroom along with anything else you need, shower, and prepare yourself in the guest bathroom. I want to surprise you.”
She released the cage and I exhaled deeply before following her instructions. I collected my razor and toothbrush from the main bathroom then retrieved my attire from the closet while she followed me to the bedroom door. Hearing it lock behind me signaled that I was free to shower and dress.
Of course, I arrived early enough for dinner. My anxiety kept me moving quickly. When she finally appeared, waiting proved worthwhile. Her blouse had an extra button undone compared to usual, and her skirt was short enough to display her stunning legs. High heels paired with dark hose completed the elegant yet sexy look. She crossed the room to embrace me; nestled between her breasts lay my cage key, drawing my eye upward before our hug.
Then we headed out for dinner. Naturally, I held doors open for her—both at venues and in cars. Already enamored and driven mad by denial and chastity, dinner was exceptional—an intimate evening with my oldest friend, sharing good food and wine without the usual dating nerves. The security of our long marriage paid dividends that wonderful night.
After dining, we returned straight home, and I nearly trembled with anticipation. Having put myself out there so boldly, I felt certain a reward awaited me. Inside the front door, kisses began slowly before growing more passionate as bodies pressed together, lips meeting and tongues dancing.
She pulled away first. “I had an amazing evening,” she said. “Massage, bath, dinner—all perfect. You deserve something back. Why don’t you get naked and sit on the couch?”
My eyes widened. Sex in the living room was rare for us at this stage of our relationship. Trying not to rush or seem too eager, I moved toward the sofa and began removing my clothes. She watched as I carefully folded everything aside before sitting centrally on the cushions.
She put music through the sound system then stood directly in front of me. Leaning over with the key dangling between us while her hands rested behind the backrest of the couch, she kissed me again. Rising up, she unzipped her skirt wiggling it down to the floor.
“It’s been a long time since I gave you a good lap dance, hasn’t it?”
My cock was fully engorged against the limits of the steel cage. As she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, I admired how black stockings held up by a traditional garter belt and stylish straps framed lacy black panties beneath. Shrugging off her blouse revealed a sexy bra barely containing its form.
She swayed seductively back and forth before me, hands tracing the curves of her body. “Don’t forget… no touching the dancer without permission,” she whispered. Spinning slowly, I noticed her panties were thongs with thin strings, exquisitely framing her rear via the garters. My mind melted away as she spun around again, fingers still roaming.
I looked down at my cage dangling from the end of its chain, and she played with it for a minute. She dropped her gaze as she crouched down, placing her hands on my knees. She spread her legs wide, making her pussy nearly visible through those thin panties, while her hands wandered up my thighs to hover just above my caged cock. Standing back up this time, she kicked off her heels and knelt on the couch, straddling me completely. One hand wrapped around the nape of my neck as the other continued rubbing herself, taking a long minute to glide over the outside of her panties until she was moaning softly. She lifted that second hand to join mine at my neck, and I could feel the soft silk of her panties grinding against the bars of my cage as she began kissing me again. It was an extended, passionate kiss; her hips rocked back and forth across the metal, the silk caressing the small pieces of my cock swelling through the cage’s openings. When she finally broke the connection, I was literally whimpering, whispering a soft but sincere “please.” “Oh, baby … I know you love this feeling. I know exactly what you really need,” she whispered as she pulled my head forward to nestle in her breasts. The key for my cage rested right there on her chest; I gave it little kisses against the exposed skin of her upper curves. She let me go then, and I sank back with a long, pained breath. Moving one knee across me so she was perched on all fours over my lap, she wiggled her rear end playfully. “Rub it,” she said. I placed a hand up to her bottom and began caressing her. She shifted and leaned down until her mouth hovered next to the cage, blowing gently against the metal before licking and kissing my balls. I let a finger slide down her crack, feeling that very thin thong material pressing back, and gave a gentle press against her asshole. She moaned loudly, sucking hard on one of my testicles which caused me to gasp from the slight sting. She crawled forward again, straddling me but now facing away so I could see her amazing butt cheeks wrapped tightly around my throbbing caged cock. She ground harder, driving me crazy with pleasure as she leaned forward and reached back to unclasp her bra. Shrugging it off and tossing it aside, she grabbed one of my hands and guided it up to wrap around her body toward a breast. Moaning softly, she increased the pressure of her grinding while I began kneading that flesh and rubbing her nipple. Leaning back with her head beside mine, I felt her other hand reach down between her legs to find my balls, gently caressing them in return. Then standing up straight in front of me again, she swayed rhythmically to the music, running her hands along her curves before bending over slightly and teasing me with her rear. “Kiss it,” she said as she looked back at me from a bent position, pointing toward one cheek. I leaned forward and planted a gentle peck where she indicated, then straightened up. She worked her fingers under the top edge of her panties without turning around, sliding them down over her hips and legs. Stepping out of them completely, she turned to face me once more—now entirely naked—and rubbed at focused areas while moaning as she found her clit and pinched her own nipple. My cock throbbed with such intensity it almost ached. “Please,” I whispered again. She straddled my lap yet another time; when her wet heat touched the cage, I could feel just how hot and slick she was inside that tight space. It made the pressure hurt more than usual but felt incredible too. She rubbed gently back and forth, exciting herself as she answered me: “Baby, I know you think you want out of that cage,” hitting a perfect spot for her own pleasure while her eyes rolled up in ecstasy and sighed before continuing, “but I also know how much you love the denial, the frustration.” This time my moan was loud, pleading with my eyes. “…oh, I know,” she soothed, starting to grind harder again, “you hate loving it sooo much.” Holding one of her breasts loosely as if cradling it while wrapping her other hand around my neck, she pulled my mouth toward her nipple. I began sucking gently, and she pressed against the cage with slightly more force. “But I know what always makes it feel better,” she offered, breathing heavily now and grinding faster still. “I know that my orgasms help relieve you.” I whimpered loudly as she moved my hand from one breast to the other where I wasn’t currently nursing. Grabbing a handful of flesh there while sucking harder myself, her movements quickened even more. Suddenly pulling away—as if reluctant but decisive—she turned quickly on my lap, reached down, and guided my cage directly against the lips of her pussy before slowly sinking onto it. Letting out a loud cry now that couldn’t be suppressed, she ignored me momentarily while grabbing both my hands: guiding one to her clit and placing the other back upon her breast. I kneaded both breasts simultaneously, pulling and pinching nipples as my second hand worked her sensitive spot closely. Barely moving on top of the cage mechanically but doing enough to drive me insane with anticipation—feeling how wet she was becoming, how excited she grew—the worst part came just a moment later when she climaxed. I felt every single contraction as her pussy clamped down firmly upon my metal prison. Counting them mentally while almost crying from frustration mixed with excitement—it was the most amazing, delicious, unfathomable torment and tease combined—I cried out again all of those inexpressible emotions flooding through me just as she shook, gasped, and moaned through her own experience. When it finished, she lifted herself slightly allowing my cage to settle back down before settling fully onto my lap once more. Wrapping her securely in my arms while holding her close during her slow recovery phase—I was shaking even harder than she had been earlier—my mind simply melted into exhaustion as my cock continued throbbing and aching desperately like I’d never known relief previously. Once her breathing returned closer to normal levels, she stood up turning toward me taking hold of my hand pulling myself upward too. We embraced deeply kissing passionately again while my hands roamed around her figure down until resting lightly upon her rear end with my caged cock pressing against her warmly. Breaking the kiss yet keeping the embrace intact briefly before leading me away towards our bedroom… Me, naked except for wearing just garters and stockings alongside the cage—with its key still dangling on a chain nearby—was enough to blow my mind completely! When arriving at their shared sleeping quarters she turned embracing me tightly once more saying softly “Bedtime.” Moving together into that private space I laid down first while trading her earlier attire for something silky nightwear suited better. Lying beside me curling comfortably within my arms with one of hers finding the cage simply holding it gently… Kissing briefly again muttering good nights shortly after realizing she was drifting off sleep gradually; Her hand still gripping firmly onto my metallic restraint would keep consciousness hovering above dreamscape for another hour as I continued shaking off extreme denial having just experienced—and loved hating—this unique sensation deeply.