A Most Unexpected Birthday Gift

It all started with the most unexpected birthday gift... a piercing kit. When I pressed her as to what it was all about, she only smiled and told me she had found it on one of the DomsubFriends vendors website. She turned away everything else with a smile & a gentle kiss. I'm sure she knew that left to my own devices, sooner or later I'd use it.

I've always had a love/hate thing for chastity and after years of experimenting, I'd come to realize the only way to do it right would be to have a frenum piercing & a steel cocktube locked to it. She didn't suggest it or even let on that the thought had crossed her mind, but she knew. She would ask in an offhand way every couple of days whether I had used my gift yet and I would blush and stammer out 'no.' and she'd smile, nod her head & not say another word about it, easily changing the subject to the news or weather or some other mundane topic.

It was driving me nuts... I took the kit out each morning, holding each instrument... the forceps to clamp the skin in place, the needle holder .... the hollow piercing needles. I had even put the clamp on me and loaded the needle into the piercer and placed it against my skin, but I didn't have the nerve to...

It was about 2 weeks later when the inevitable question came around again. Blushing deeply once more, I looked down at the floor. 'Yes.' Her face broke into a huge smile. "Really. Wonderful! Then I have something else for you tonight! After dinner and the kids are in bed. You'll adore it. I know I will!"

The weird thing about it all was we both knew exactly what it was and what she intended. A stainless steel cockcage. Locked thru my new piercing. I wanted to say 'No! Yes! I can't! Please!', you know? That delicious, confused, short-circuited headspace of slavery?

Where you are so overwhelmed you just freeze like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck? All that seems left to you is to respond to the only voice that seems unconfused, completely relational & organized... the voice of your Dominant. That's exactly what I did.

All during the day at work the anticipation was so thick I literally squirmed in my seat, my cock swelling, then growing soft and swelling again, I paced my office, took an early lunch and come 4:00 I was out the door in no time flat. My wife greeted me at the door with a passionate kiss and a knowing smile that belonged to the devil himself. As her tongue probed deeply into my mouth, I was hard again in an instant.

My offer to make dinner was accepted as if expected and I busied myself in the kitchen as she relaxed on the living room couch, occasionally calling for this & that... a drink, some cheese & crackers, some grapes...

I trembled inside all thru dinner, almost unable to look up to her as she regarded me with that smile. Finally, wiping her lips and dropping her napkin on her plate, she stood and called over her shoulder as she left the kitchen, 'Very good dinner hon. Bring me my coffee when you're done cleaning up?'

I hurriedly cleared the table, sent the kids off to TVland and their evening showers and loaded the dishwasher while the coffee perked. I poured her a cup and brought it into the living room. She looked up at me and silently pointed to the floor in front of the couch, where I knelt as she took the cup from me and sipped.

'Get up! Stay! Tell her not tonight honey... kiss her shoe & beg for it now!' My mind whirled. Then her lips parted & that voice of reason cut thru my fog. 'You know what I've got for you, don't you.'

'Yes.' was all I could admit too. Here I was, a grown man. I was stronger; I was smarter than she was! I was on my knees...

'Good.' That calm, in-control voice again. 'When everything's cleaned up and the kids are in bed, strip and chain yourself to the pipes in the basement. I put a chain there. And some newspaper. Then you can wait for it properly.'

I'm sure my mouth flopped like a landed fish, but not a sound came out. 'I don't want this, please do it? I CAN'T just voluntarily chain myself... I need to be forced, would now be okay?' She caressed my cheek. 'In the mean time, there's some laundry you can start on and see that they get in the shower for me?'

'Yes Ma'am.' I stood and fled to the seeming safety of the laundry room and the kids. As they showered and the laundry spun in the machine, I retired to the downstairs office, discretely sneaking peeks at some pictures of Dommes and sexy women & stroking my cock thru my sweatpants. I could feel my underwear get wet with the precum that dripped from my cock. God I was so horny!

The moment I dread and welcomed came, the kids collected their goodnight kisses and scampered off to dreamland. I went to the utility room and the sight of the chain dangling from the furnace pipes caused me to skip a breath. Almost like in a trance, I removed my clothes as told and folded them neatly on the worktable, then crawled to the end of the chain hanging before me. It was cold as I encircled my throat and slipped the padlock thru the links. I quickly closed it in place before the warring voices in my head convinced me otherwise... My choices where over now. Hers where all that mattered. The calm, relational, unconfused choices of my sexual Dominant. The choices of her who knew better than I, what I wanted... what I needed. The choices that didn't hear the constant debates, the part of me that blushed at being naked and chained, the voice that always tried to shout down the natural born sexual slut & slave in me and tell me not too.

The warmth of the boiler room comforted me as I waited. The paper crinkled under me as I shifted about. In the distance I could still hear the television upstairs, then her movements as she got another cup of coffee, a cigarette perhaps as I knelt, naked and helpless to leave.

Later her footsteps wandered off to the bathroom & I could hear her running a bath and the sounds of water splashing and dripping as she leisurely bathed herself...

After what seemed an eternity, her footsteps finally descended the stairs... and looking to the door awaiting her arrival, I forgot to breathe...

PART II

I let out an involuntary gasp at the sight of her. She looked magnificent in only black stockings, heels and a thong. Her proud breasts moved freely as she gave me a glance and went to the 'toy' closet in the corner of the utility room. (We keep all our 'play things' locked away there from little eyes!)

She got her wooden hairbrush out and strode over to me, placing it between my lips and pressing her pantied mound against my face. Her palm caressed my cheek as she looked imperiously down at me and with a gentle slap she said evenly, 'Pay attention now. If I ever tell you to go wait for me, this is exactly how I expect to find you.' 'Understood?' She purred sweetly. I mumbled yes around the handle of the hairbrush and nodded.

She walked away and sat down on a round piano stool that was part of my workbench area and leaned forward, placing her chin in her hand.

'You know what I'm going to do.' she smiled that evil smile. 'Why don't you jerk-off while you still can. There won't be many chances in the future.' It was the most humiliating thing I could think of! I just couldn't. Kneeling there naked and chained like a dog... and stroking my cock in front of her? I could feel the blush rise in my cheeks as I tried to form the words to tell her...

She stood up and came close to me. Pulling her panties down, she pulled my face to her. 'Maybe you need encouragement. Go ahead. Lick.' I moaned as I began to lick her... I loved to go down on her more than anything in the world. My hand went to my cock almost without thinking and began to stroke it. She let this go on for a bit then stepped away. 'Don't stop wanking yourself slut.' She commanded flatly. I almost couldn't believe it... I was masturbating myself in front of her! I felt like such a cheap whore... A slut... And I didn't care. I wanted to cum soooo bad! I tried to focus on what she was saying; it seemed so distant, her voice almost like... something.

'... may not ask, ever, when you want to stroke your cock. Instead, you may come here and chain yourself just like this and wait for me to come and grant you permission. Or not....' My mind whirred away 'Oh please, please... let me eat you! Let me suck your ass! Please, I want to cum... Her voice was filtering thru the fog of my lust again '..can keep looking at your porno women if you like... of course it will be very painful with your new cockcage. You will only see me when your cock is free from now on. Consider it a form of Pavlovian training. It will soon be only my body that you associate with sex. With pleasure... all others will only bring you pain...' My head pounded in tempo with my fist on my cock 'please, your nipples... I want them in my mouth.. I want to suck your clit and taste your cum...suck your toes... '

Amidst my lust filled, erotic thoughts it hit me.. her voice... it sounded like it was coming from the ones in my head. Like it was my own thoughts! My dreams... She was running her fingers over her pantied pussy now, legs spread, smiling wantonly down at me. '....my little pussy toy. You'll want nothing more than to give me orgasms and please me in anyway you can in the hopes I'll let you wank just a little bit... your cumming is out of the question though. It doesn't serve any purpose for me. The more you wank while looking at me, the more enslaved to my sex you'll become. The more enslaved, the more you'll do to please me...' She tossed her head back and moaned, her fingers dipping into her panties... We here both on the very edge of cumming!

'Stop! Hands behind your back!' Her sharp command caught me off guard and I snapped to obey, my rock hard cock bobbing obscenely between my widespread legs. She leaned over behind me, her stockinged thigh pressing against me as I heard the ratcheting sound of handcuffs and felt the bite of steel around my wrists. 'That's all you get tonight. I hope you enjoyed it...' she brushed my lips with a kiss, then pressed a ball gag between them.

She shot a coy smile over her shoulder as she left the room, returning in a few moments with the cockcage dangling from one finger of her hand. She leaned against the doorframe. 'Time to enslave you!'

Wide-eyed above my gag, I whimpered and squirmed against the cuffs and the chain on my neck....

PART III

The first time I begged to have the tube off for a while she spanked me, then gave me 100 swats with her hairbrush while over her knee. To drive her point home she cuffed & gagged me, strapped my legs together and putting on some kitchen gloves, liberally coated my balls & asscrack with Ben-Gay. She then sat back, watching me squirm and moan in agony on the floor in front of her while she masturbated herself to orgasm.

After she recovered a bit, she knelt down and cradled my tear stained face in her palm. Without warning she slapped me hard with her other hand. 'I'm going easy on you this once. Next time it will be worse. Much worse, I promise. Never, EVER speak to me again about removing your cage. EVER. Understood? She punctuated the sentence with another hard slap. I nodded as fast as I could trying to let her know I understood! Completely!

The next morning everything was perfectly normal again, my wife was her usual sweet, teasing, sexy self. Not a word about the prior night was spoken between us. It was as if it had all been a dream...

3 more days passed, three very long days. I wanted nothing more than to touch myself, to stroke my cock again and cum... After dinner those nights, I would kneel at her feet and massage them and kiss them hoping she'd offer to let me out, but she only smiled. I brought home flowers and gave her a candlelit bubble bath and massage... tonguing her asshole at her request as she drifted blissfully off to sleep.

The fourth day, I waited until the kids where in bed and went to the workshop. Stripping, I spread out the newspapers and locked the chain about my throat and placed the hairbrush between my lips. The phrase, 'Old dogs, new tricks' laughingly echoed in my mind as I waited...

PART IV

When she finally arrived an hour later, she tossed me the handcuffs without a word and stood looking down at me with her hands on her hips as I struggled to cuff my hands behind me. She took the hairbrush from my lips and idly smacked it against her palm. 'Well. I see at LEAST you've learned the proper way to ask. You think you've earned this already? Let's get this straight now. You will rarely... and I mean RARELY get to play with yourself again. For your impertinence, instead you've earned another whipping.' She undid the chain about my neck and led me into her office where she had already lowered the hook from the ceiling. She unceremoniously clipped it to my handcuffs and hoisted them up behind me, forcing me to bend forward. Retrieving her favorite whip, 'Andrea' from the toy closet, she whipped me hard while I apologized and pleaded that I learned my lesson and begged her forgiveness. She finally let me down and allowed me to thank her properly... with my tongue between her thighs.

Fearful of provoking her, I gently asked how long I should wait before 'asking' again. She laughed and said, 'That's for me to know and you to find out, my little pussy toy! It could be tomorrow or 100 nights from now. But you just keep asking like you did tonight... you'll see.

I promise I won't punish you again for asking like I did tonight... I was just feeling sooooo.... Nasty! In fact, I want you to ask me again tomorrow, alright?' I nodded dejectedly. 'Good boy. Now run along of to bed... sweet dreams!'

23 hours later, I was back waiting... naked & chained, hairbrush between my lips. My cock trying to get hard and the pain of the tube driving it back down each time. I wasn't thinking about dogs this time... 'Oh, please, oh please!' was more like it!

This night she was good to her word... no punishments. She came in and took the hairbrush from me and looked meaningfully at me as she put it away in the closet. She stood against me and pressed my face to her sex. The key to my cockcage fell to the floor next to me and I kissed her passionately, thanking her as she stroked my hair and guided my efforts. I didn't dare stop while I fumbled with the key to unlock my cage. Finally it opened and my rock hard erection sprung out. My earlier inhibitions about masturbating in front of her where a distant memory as I eagerly stroked myself, using my flat tongue to bathe her pussy lips, then pressing it's pointed tip between the folds to lap her sweet juices. She stood back, lowered her panties and turned. Bending at the waist, she glanced back over her shoulder in silent command. I leaned forward, the chain pulling taught. I could just reach her asshole with my tongue and I swirled and licked it for all I was worth. My fist was a blur on my cock. 'Don't cum.' She purred. I whimpered and she giggled at the feel of my breath on her rosebud, then pressed back harder against my tongue. 'Mmmm. No cumming for my little ass licker....'

She let me stay out of the cage until bedtime, but I was never permitted out of her sight. I knelt at her feet kissing them as she watched TV and used me as a coffee table, I knelt in the bathroom as she used the toilet, then my tongue to clean herself off. I massaged her back, suckled her nipples and went down on her again until she came, screaming on my face. Just before bed, she led me back to the utility room and put the cage back in place... She even granted me permission to lick her asshole when I asked as she came to bed later on!

During the next few weeks a ritual developed... the days where perfectly normal, with the exception of the fact my cock was locked into a steel tube. I became a doting husband, bringing home flowers and small tokens of affection, doing the laundry, cleaning, cooking, giving back rubs... and each evening found me chained and kneeling with a hairbrush between my lips waiting her permission to jerk off. What each night would bring from then on was always a mystery. Many nights she would ignore me totally and just leave me there, kneeling, waiting and supremely horny. 'A Domme doesn't feel "Dommely" all the time you know pet.' She'd offer when she'd finally come and unchain me for bed. Other nights it would be more like a rodeo... she'd drive me around the room with a riding crop and whip, leading me on a leash out doors in the dark of the night to pee like a dog, culminating in a ride on her strap-on. Sometimes she'd simply stop by in her cotton, frumpy bathrobe and toss me the key, telling me I had a half hour. That's when the point of the newspaper I knelt on became obvious. If I came, she'd see it all over the papers. She made it clear that that would be most unfortunate for me. Being chained as I was, I knew if I came there would be no escaping her punishment. If I resisted she could easily just leave me there, call me in sick the next day and wait me out. She knew sooner or later I'd have to accept my punishment. And we both knew if I dared make her wait, it would be that much worse. Most nights it would be sex... for her. I'd spend a couple hours massaging her, masturbating her with my fingers & vibrators, going down on her pussy and ass until she was completely sated. On those nights the cage was removed... she ways wanted me to be able to get hard around her... 'Pavlov and her dog.' She'd laugh. She'd tease me about how much pre-cum I'd drip and sometimes she'd stroke my cock herself while cooing into my ear what a wonderful slave I was becoming for her.

She wasn't completely heartless, I did get to cum about a month after that first night. By that point her revelation about Pavlovian training was clear. Every sexy thought in my head was about her. I wanted to fuck and lick and kiss every inch of her forever and I practically mauled her each morning when she allowed me a goodbye kiss before work. She'd just laugh and push me away, offering me her hand to kiss...

That night as I sat in my chains stroking my cock and kissing her stockinged foot in gratefulness, she asked if I'd like to cum for her. It was when I panted yes between licks that she unveiled the final piece of our new sex life to me. She would be returning to her old Master. He had a magnificent cock and often arranged to have her gang-banged by his friends and wife. I could cum if I consented to that. 'Not tonight mind you, but whenever I get back from being with him. I'll let you go down on me while I tell you all about how I was fucked and the cocks and pussy's I sucked and you can masturbate & cum. Think Pavlov love. You'll only cum when I get back from being royally fucked by another man or woman. I think in time you'll love to see me got out for the night.... Won't you.' She smiled as she placed her other foot on the back of my head, pressing me down where I knew I belonged....

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