My wife Marnie and I have always had a playful and very sexual relationship. We dated for about 3 years before we were married and it was in about our fifth year of marriage that things changed in a fundamental way. Marnie works for a major, international firm and she got a plum assignment that would take her to Paris for about a month.
We have always been a bit edgy sexually, experimenting with bondage and femdom scenes. As such, it came as no surprise when, the night before she was to leave, she suggested tying me up. I agreed, expecting a vigorous and exciting send off. In my anticipation and excitement I failed to notice that I was stripped naked and tied, spread eagled, to the bed while she was still fully dressed. She smiled playfully and began to toy with my nipples and cock.
"I'll bet you're going to miss me when I'm gone" she said, "You're not used to going days, let alone weeks, without sex. I really want you to be totally faithful while I'm gone so I've got a little surprise for you"
With that, she got off the bed and left the room. I was left alone for maybe twenty minutes until she came back wearing a black choker and a wicked smile. She had what looked like a bracelet in her left hand. Before my flaccid penis could react to this vision, Marnie climbed onto the bed between my legs. I felt something cold and metallic click shut around the base of my organ. It was a bit tight and seemed to weigh about 4 or 5 ounces but bound as I was, I couldn't get a look at it. I demanded to know what the hell was going on and Marnie just laughed so hard she was unable to speak. Still unable to speak for the laughter, she stretched out beautifully to pluck the hand mirror off the dresser. Holding it at an angle so I could see my crotch, now mysteriously accessorized.
"It's called a bird-cage, cock lock and I have already mailed the only keys to myself at my office in Paris. You're locked in until I get back, maybe longer."
I didn't know whether it was harder to believe my ears or my eyes. Truth to tell, I
had given some thought to looking up an old girlfriend or two while I was going to
be on my own. I certainly counted on being able to jerk-off whenever I wanted to
so as to relieve sexual tension. Now as I looked at my trapped cock, Marnie
began to laugh again, uncontrollably.
"Your face is priceless," she laughed, "You look absolutely panicked, now don't worry, I'm sure four weeks will just fly by". With the last comment, her laughter took on a wicked, sharp-edged quality.
She put down the mirror and began to lick my nipples and toy with my exposed scrotum but even she couldn't touch my trapped cock. My erection was stifled inside the cage and I realized that it was going to be a very long month. After a few minutes of teasing she knelt astride my head and lowered her dripping pussy onto my face. I couldn't resist her so I began giving her the best oral sex I think I ever performed. She must have thought so too as she quickly reached orgasm and began grinding into my face. She enjoyed several more orgasms that night, but I didn't. My trapped cock swelled painfully inside its tiny prison.
When she had had her fill she dismounted me and left me alone for a few minutes. She returned with our digital camera and took several diskettes worth of pictures.
"These photos will show up all over the web if there is any evidence of tampering with that lock when I get back. Now I'm going to slip on a raincoat and pop down to the corner to mail these pictures to myself in Paris. Don't wander off while I'm gone. Instead, just think of me naked under this coat." She really knew how work on my fantasies.
A half hour later she returned. She slipped off her coat and stood in front of me naked. "Well, what do you think of your new jewelry? You haven't said a word since I trapped you.' her words still had the trace of a giggle in them.
"I can't believe what you've done" I said, "This is so uncalled for and just plain unfair, unlock me now, please, I can't possibly survive a month in this torture device" I heard the begging, panicky tone in my own voice so I'm sure she heard it too. That probably explains why she laughed so hard. It's an odd fact, but I find a naked woman convulsed in laughter extremely erotic.
"I know you don't want to believe this, but there isn't a key on this continent that will fit that lock. The device itself is German-made and solid stainless steel. The lock is brass and rustproof. I suppose that you could try to saw it off but I doubt that your precious little penis would be much good for anything by the time you finished. And, there would be all those embarrassing photos on the web for all of your friends to see. No, sweetie, you're stuck and I'm the only one who can set you free so be nice and polite or I may just leave those keys in Paris."
As I considered this last threat, she untied me, kissed me passionately, smirked just a little wickedly and told me to sleep well. With that she snuggled up against my backside, wrapped her arms around me and settled her hands on my trapped cock. Somehow, I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke from a fitful sleep to find Marnie once more mounting my face, Desperate as I was, I couldn't refuse her. She evidently was on a hair trigger since she came almost immediately. This was proof positive that the purpose of the lock wasn't just to keep me faithful but it satisfied a sexual fantasy of hers.
I drove her to the airport and counted myself lucky that I remembered in time not to try to get through the metal detector. I gave her a deep kiss outside the international concourse and watched her tight little ass disappear into the crowd. I went home to strip down and examine my situation and see if there wasn't some way out of this predicament. The cage itself was built to last and would probably survive anything short of a welder's torch. The lock was small but thick and definitely made of brass. There were no identifying numbers on it and only a few Nordic looking words were inscribed on the back. The brand name appeared to have been filed off the front. I couldn't get easy access to the bail of the lock since it fit almost perfectly into where the cage joined. Marnie was right, it would take more skill than I had to remove this without neutering myself. I had to admit, she had done a god job. I was trapped. If I stayed calm, however, and unerect, it wasn't too painful.
I got through the first week without too much trouble except that it was almost impossible to sleep through the night without being awakened two or three times with painful erections. Friday, Marnie emailed me a photo of herself, naked, with a couple of tiny keys hanging on a chain around her neck. I couldn't help staring longingly until the painful swelling in my trapped cock became unbearable. Then I realized that this was simply the first of a whole string of photos. I paged through image after image of Marnie masturbating or dressed up in leather fetish wear or simply sprawled invitingly naked and totally out of reach. The pain of confinement was beginning to become secondary to the pain of unfulfilled desire. My scrotum began to feel fully packed and insistent with that old desire to "unload". I finally logged off because I couldn't stand any more. Instantly the phone rang. It was Marnie and it was 4:00 a.m. where she was.
She asked how I was and whether or not I had discovered and enjoyed her pictures. I said I had and she promised to send more. We talk a bit more and she kept taunting me about how horny I sounded. Finally she said she had to go.
"Remember, lover, only three more weeks `til I get home, be good" I told her I had no choice and I heard her laugh as she hung up. The emails continued through the week and I found myself unable to resist poring over them. On Wednesday's batch of pictures, I noticed that the keys were no longer around her neck. I emailed back to ask where they were and got this response Thursday.
Now I was frantic. This torture device was an awful thing to have to wear for a month but I could not imagine being stuck in it for an indeterminate or permanent sentence.
Friday I had another chance to talk to her and she told me she still hadn't bothered to look for the keys. She said she was almost sure that she had left them somewhere in the room and felt fairly certain that the maid hadn't picked them up by mistake.
"Anyway," She said, " I still have a couple of more weeks to look for them, besides, I bet by now you've gotten used to the lock, why I bet you've even forgot what it feels like to come."
There was no way to keep the desperate, frantic edge out of my voice as I responded. I probably screamed into the phone when I said, " Marnie, I've got a painful needy swelling that reminds me every day and all night long that I desperately need to be free of this thing and come like a volcano."
With a voice husky with barely concealed eroticism she said" I might let you come but you will never again be free of that lock for long. I see most of your future being spent in that thing waiting for my mercy and, to tell you the truth, right now, I don't feel all that merciful. Why don't you take a nice cold shower and see if you can remember what pussy feels like? Bye, bye" She hung up and I felt awful and not a little afraid.
The next two weeks were a slow motion blur. Somehow I got enough sleep and managed to keep my head on straight at work. The women in my office never looked so great and more than one seemed receptive. I had no idea what I would do with one if I did manage to get her into bed and, besides, how would I explain my "jewelry". It would be the talk of the office if the story got out. No I was in a definitely faithful situation. Emails kept coming and my weekly phone calls with Marnie were, more and more, simply phone sex allowing Marnie to taunt me and abuse me while she masturbated. I simply felt the impossible urging grow ever more insistent. Finally, early Saturday morning I got a call from Marnie. She was all business so I assumed that someone was with her. She said that she was about to board the plane. She gave me the flight number and reminded me to pick her up. She also said that her new friend Linda, from the London branch was flying with her. I was to pick them both up. I asked her if she had found the keys and she laughed gently but finally admitted that she had.
At 1:30 I was at Kennedy, outside the international concourse. Marnie and Linda cleared customs by 2:15. My first sight of Marnie in nearly a month was heart stopping. She was done up in leather, black hip huggers and a matching halter- top. Linda was wearing a micro-mini and a gauzy peasant top that did little to hide her pert breasts. I got a deep kiss from Marnie and Linda seemed awfully friendly, for a Brit.
We had the luggage loaded by 3:00 and were on our way home when Marnie explained that Linda would be staying with us for a few days until she found suitable accommodations for her six-month US assignment. I had somewhat different plans for our first week back together but they would have to wait until I could get Marnie alone. We got home by about four and Linda said she wanted to take a nap so we showed her to the guest room. Marnie and I went to our room and I held her and kissed her deeply. The swelling in my groin seemed to radiate with compelling erotic fever. I suggested that we make the most of this moment and Marnie eagerly agreed.
"Let me do this right" she said. "It started with you tied up and I'd like it to end that way as well. Strip"
I was game for anything at this point so I agreed and immediately shed all of my clothes. I scrambled onto the bed wearing nothing but my infernal lock. Marnie tied me, hand and foot to the corners. As soon as I was immobilized, she slipped off her halter-top. It was a beautiful sight to see those lovely twins with their erect nipples spill out of their confinement. She seemed very curious about the lock and examined my trapped cock at some length. I finally realized that she was looking for some sign of tampering. When she seemed satisfied that I had not gotten free she said. "I'll be right back, wait here and be a good boy". As if I had a choice!
A minute later she returned with Linda. They were naked and smiling. Linda spoke before I could say a word.
"Did you tell him yet?" she asked Marnie.
"No, I thought you would want to see his reaction when we break it to him together" Marnie replied.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded in a voice more of fear than anger.
"First things first" Marnie said. "Linda is the one who took all of those pictures you enjoyed so much. She got very turned on when I told her how I had locked you up and kept the keys. She begged me to be able participate in the `welcome home' scene so here she is. The second thing you ought to know is that I did find the keys to your precious manhood but to make sure that I didn't misplace them again, I mailed them to myself at the New York office. Unfortunately for you, I didn't get them into the mail until 7:00 a.m. Paris time so it probably wont be until sometime later this week or next at the earliest until we can consider unlocking you. Linda was very keen on seeing your reaction to this news which I can only describe as `devastated', wouldn't you agree, Linda?"
"Well he certainly seems a bit disappointed, maybe we can make it up to him some way" Lind looked devilish as she said this.
It was certainly true. My face must have gone ashen. The way I felt at this news, the blood must have just drained out of me. While I was considering what another week in hell was going to be like the two of them climbed onto the bed. I must have been in shock because it was only then that I took a good long look at Linda. She was magnificent. She was long and lanky, more beautiful than pretty and she looked at me the way a wolf looks at a steak. I couldn't believe my predicament; tied up, locked up and, frankly, hard up.
"Here's the deal, Studly, until those keys show up you might as well not have a cock. Until then, you're on oral duty for both of us. Now I have been as faithful as you have for this past month and I'm ready to end my fast even if you're not, or can't. When I'm through, it's Linda's turn. Then it's mine again and, well you get the picture. We'll let you know when you're through. Now you be sure to do the best job you can or I might find myself tempted to leave those keys at work a day or two longer that I have to." With that said, she climbed onto my face. I was consumed with her musky scent mixed with the leathery smell of her hip- huggers. I went to work with a feverish devotion and while I tongued her to the first of her orgasms that day, Linda toyed with my cock cage and ran her nails over my tightly packed scrotum. Marnie came almost immediately and by the time it was Linda's turn she was dripping wet. Her scent was different from Marnie's and I found the difference exciting. I was mad from a kind of burning sexual rage and couldn't get enough of the pussy I was eating. I honestly don't know how long this went on but I know I did each of them at least three or four times. Eventually we all drifted off to sleep, me still tied up with a naked woman curled up next to me on each side. Their internal clocks were still on European time and they woke up several times to be serviced. I did as well as I could and still couldn't get enough.
I was freed in the morning and Marnie suggested, in the strongest possible terms, that I should remain naked after my shower. Apparently both women enjoyed the sight of a cock-locked male. They, however, got dressed, sort of. Marnie explained that they had found wonderful fetish wear in Paris. I had to agree. Linda was dressed in a leather cat suit and carried a rather serious looking short whip. Marnie went with a bustier, black garter and hose and her trademark black choker. Her neatly trimmed patch was exposed and very inviting. Even unable to achieve a full erection, my hungry longing was readily apparent. My tormentor began immediately taunting me.
"See anything you want, Stud?" Marnie asked. "You certainly seem to be avoiding me, what's the matter? Are you having some sort of erectile dysfunction? Maybe one of those little blue pills could fix you up"
I considered that one of those "little blue pills" would probably provoke an explosion. Then Linda weighed in.
"I think you need a little discipline. Come over her and grab your ankles."
I did as I was told remembering that the keys to my torment were probably not yet on this continent. Linda knew what she was doing and in no time she had my bums well striped and burning. It was going to be a long day. A month of cruel deprivation, two women dressed like wet dream visions and my buns competing with my balls for the discomfort title and I was still locked with no definite end in sight.
This went on all Sunday and after work on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. By then my cock was dripping constantly and I began to fear that I would never get loose. Thursday we went out to dinner and, although I still had to endure the verbal assault of taunts and threats, (many times clearly audible to our young waitress who even blushed a few times), the physical and visual stimuli were at a minimum. I still had to service them orally when we got home as I had all week.
Friday, after a quick dinner, Marnie decided I was to be tied to the bed again. I had no idea what was in store and was too smart to ask. When I was naked and spread-eagled Marnie pulled off her sweater and there, between her luscious breasts, hung two little keys from a gold chain.
I begged, I pleaded, I groveled, I think I even cried. Marnie and Linda simply laughed at my desperation.
"I don't know, big boy, this has been a whole lot of fun, putting you through what I can only imagine is sheer hell. Even if I do unlock you, that doesn't solve your problem. Tied up like you are you can't jerk off and what makes you think one of us is going to help you out?" Marnie almost quivered in pleasure relishing the role of my cruel mistress.
Linda offered her opinion. "Why don't you simply mail those keys to my flat in London, I'll be back there in about six months and, if I think of it, I'll mail them back to you, maybe"
I was crying real tears now. "Please let me come, I'm begging you, I'll do anything you want, I'll be your slave forever, I just can't take this anymore."
Marnie smiled and giggled that evil laugh of hers I've come to know so well.
"I don't have to let you go but I think I will. But from now on, you wear this thing all of the time and it only comes off when I decide to take it off of you. A firm rule from now on is that you are never to ask to be unlocked. It is solely my decision. If you ever asked to be unlocked or even hint at it, I'll mail the keys to Linda and it will be up to her when or whether or not to mail them back. And, in my opinion, she seems to be a bit more cruel than I am."
I agreed to the terms. What other choice did I have? Marnie unlocked me and for the first time in five weeks my cock was free. Of course these two cruel vixens couldn't just let me come. They had to savor the moment drawing it out as long as they could. I was certain that I would come with any stimulation at all but the deprivation seemed to actually slow my reactions. Many time they brought me near to coming only to back off at the last possible moment and let me cool down. I thing I actually lost my mind for a while and to bring me back they again had me service them. Finally, just to add a little humiliation the clipped off all of my pubic hair. I didn't care. I was single mindedly and crazily pursuing an orgasm any way I could. Long past a point I would have predicted as more than I could bear, Marnie climbed on to my hips and lowered her dripping pussy onto my rock hard neglected cock. I somehow managed to hold out for a minute or so but the whole five-week ordeal was too much for ten men to bear let alone just me. I came. I came like a bomb. The frantic thrusting nearly bucked her off of me and I pulled so hard on my bonds that I nearly broke my own arms. I drove my poor deprived member deeply into her and must have come a quart.
I fell asleep and when I awoke I was untied and locked back up. It was a bit unnerving but my first thought was how natural the lock felt. The scene was a whole lot less frantic during the following week even though I stayed locked the whole time. Linda found an apartment on the other side of the city and we see her every week or so. She still likes to see me naked and locked up and Marnie is only too happy to oblige. Linda is also sharing her love of the whip. She bought one as a gift for Marnie who uses it occasionally. I get unlocked every two weeks or so but I am always tied up when I am unlocked. I probably haven't touched my own cock in four months or more. I am settling into this new arrangement and am learning to derive a great deal of pleasure from giving oral sex. I don't know if I'll ever get free from this infernal cage but I do know that no orgasm I ever had will ever compare with the one I had when I was first unlocked. Eerily, Marnie is beginning to try to trick me into asking to be unlocked. I think she can't wait to mail off the keys, perhaps forever.
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