Chapter 2

When I came out, Jenni was laying on her back in a sexy teddy. I jumped in bed and we made love. She even gave me a blowjob for about ten seconds, which was more than I’d had in the last year. When it was time to penetrate her wet pussy I fought to hold back. I fought as long as I could but only managed to delay my ejaculation for about five minutes and then I couldn’t stop. Sadly, it was too soon as she hadn’t had her orgasm yet.

Reaching into the drawer she pulled out her vibrator. “You know what you have to do now.” I was only too glad to oblige.

Peeking between her legs, I saw wispy bits of erotic hair poking out as she rode that vibrator. It was so sexy I couldn’t resist – I kissed the back of her thighs. I kissed closer towards the center, finally craning my neck and pushing my face as far as I could into that gap, I reached out with my tongue, and I licked her pussy lips as she rode that vibrator. She came instantaneously.

We settled into a routine, five to ten days wearing the cage and then a night of unbridled sex. It was the best arrangement we ever had. I even had a real blowjob once. True to her word she allowed me the internal finish I’d been craving. I really thought she might spit it out. And by the way she choked it down followed by a big chug of water from a glass she had ready just for that purpose you would think it must be a truly malignant liquid. So many women complain about the taste. I guess I was lucky to be born a man.

One night in bed, she was giving me a really long cage check. She was reading a book with her right hand while her left hand kept tracing designs on my dickskin. She would touch long enough for my dick to really hurt inside that little cage. Then just when the cage made me lose what swelling my dick could manage, her fingers would bring it back to life again. Half of me thought about stopping it but another half of me lived for the stimulation. Casually, she asked, “How long do you suppose we could prolong these days? We’ve gone as long as ten. Do you think we might make it eleven or twelve or fifteen?”

Honestly, it was a great idea. Sporadic great sex with the cage was way better than always being desperate for it and only getting rare mediocre sex in the end anyway. But I saw my chance to negotiate. “Suppose every time we made it twenty days we had oral with finishing in mouth and swallowing.”

At first she laughed nervously, then she haggled, saying, “Thirty days with finishing in mouth and spitting.” I jumped at it wholeheartedly. I guess I was too eager as she quickly tacked on dinner out once a week, a massage once a month, and me doing the dishes as often as she did.

This was serious. So I added some new terms of my own, “Everything you just said except with swallowing and I get to keep licking your pussy when you ride the vibrator once a week.”

She smiled wryly. “So you wanna keep licking my pussy? Is this for me or for you?”

“Both.” I answered. Then I joked, “This is getting complicated. I think we’re gonna need a contract.”

The next day at dinner she had an enigmatic envelope. She said, “I did some research too. You know we’re not the only people doing what we’re doing. I even found a sample contract all typed out and ready for us just to fill in the blanks.”

I opened the envelope as she explained. “It only defines what happens in the bedroom and a few other things. Other than that everything stays the same.”

At the top of the contract, it said: Master/sub Sex Contract. A huge thrill like never before ran through me. This is what I’d always wanted. I just didn’t know it until now. I could barely turn the pages fast enough, skimming through, initialing and signing each page. She signed it too.

Then there was a hiccup. In my role as a consultant I needed to travel out of town for a week. It was even gonna put me out of town during the exact time the cage was supposed to come off. She suggested this was an opportunity for us to go extra long. I suggested maybe we shorten it this time. In the end we consulted the contract which said that in a circumstance like this she would win the dispute. And you know what? I was OK with that.

Once I got settled into my hotel I couldn’t help but be tempted to remove the cage. I pondered that I could probably pry it off and put it back on again without her ever knowing, but I wanted to be honest so I called her and told her what I was thinking. Her reply was that if she could only do cage checks from long distance then she would know everything was good. I was just gonna have to practice self control.

The next day I was sorely enticed to take off the cage and jerk off. I sent her a text. “I’m struggling here.” She said I had five minutes to get dressed and get down to the lobby for breakfast then she would know I wasn’t doing anything uncontrolled.

At lunch in the men’s room I was standing in front of the toilet and I was thinking how easy it would be to just squeeze that cage off, sit down on the toilet and give it a good wank. We should’ve bought a better cage.

I knew it was gonna be a long night. I decided to take it upon myself to do something about it. The original solution was to have an external control – the cage. I just needed another external control. I placed an ad in the online personals. It read, “Cock caged man seeks helper for cage check twice a day.”

Within half an hour I had three replies to my ad. I talked to one of the guys and he seemed all right. Within the hour he was at my hotel room.

He was a stocky muscular dude in a hockey jersey. He didn’t believe me at first. He didn’t believe I really was all locked up in a cage and he certainly didn’t believe my wife was really a part of it. I offered to prove it. First I tapped the remote control against the front of my pants. The metallic clinking sound was a sure giveaway. He said he was gonna have to talk to my wife in person. Pulling out his phone we called her.

He began, “I’m here with a guy who says he’s your husband, average height and weight, black hair, he’s about 45 years old, and he’s wearing a metal cage in his pants.”

She chuckled, “Yeah that’s him all right. You’re not a locksmith are you?”

I guess that’s all he needed to know. They talked for a while, laughing at my expense

Then she reprimanded me. She said that if anybody needed to set anything up it should have been her, that all sexual decisions were to be made by her. But she added, what was done was done. I also had to acknowledge the truth of her sexual leadership by calling her Mistress from now on.

She talked to the guy one more time. Then she suggested he should send her a picture every time he checked the cage and he should probably get me to sign a contract. Jack wrote up a contract on hotel stationery stating very clearly that I was under no circumstances to remove my cage, that he was to check it twice a day, and that if I failed to let him check it, or if I took it off, there would be repercussions.

We debated the need for repercussions, but he insisted that if I refused to willingly allow the cage check or if I took it off, I would have to allow him to face fuck me. I knew that under those circumstances I would be absolutely sure to comply so I agreed with only a nagging doubt in the back of my mind.

When the paperwork was signed he had a key to my hotel room and permission to come in twice a day. As a final measure he affixed a postage stamp to the mechanism on my cage so that if the stamp was torn he would know I had removed it. If only Jenny and I had thought of that.

Standing up, he said “OK, I guess it’s time for the first cage check.” I unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor. He took a step closer and then with his hands on my shoulders he quite unexpectedly kneed me in the groin. I crumbled to the floor, clutching my abused balls. Luckily, as he hit me, the cage acted kind of as a cup and protected me to a degree. It was still bad, but only for about ten seconds until the pain receded only to be replaced to a dull ache.

Jack announced clearly, “OK first checks done. See you tomorrow morning.”

I whimpered. “What do you mean? That’s not how it’s done.”

He looked down on me icily, “I was a semi professional hockey player for four years. I damn well know how to do a check. It’s all in the contract.”

When he was gone I read that contract over very carefully. He was totally right, it was spelled out as clear as can be that he was gonna hit me in the balls twice a day or I was gonna owe him some sort of oral sex at his discretion. I wasn’t even allowed to complain or object or I’d get the same penalty.

Promptly, I went down to the front desk and switched rooms to one at the far end of the hotel. I figured that oughta do it.

The next morning my hotel room door flung open and there was Jack. “I’m ready for your cage check. Do you accept willingly or am I gonna stick my dick in your mouth?”

“Um, wait a minute! Hold on just a second! I just gotta call Jenny.” I needed any last shred of hope to save me.

“You gotta help me. You won’t believe what happened. He wants to knee me in the groin or I have to give him a blow job.”

Jenni was both amused and concerned. “I know, I read the contract he sent me and I couldn’t believe you signed it.” That comment hung heavy in the air for a moment, “Well, it’s up to you. The groin thing sounds pretty bad, and well, the oral thing is something in my contract too, so I know exactly how you feel. But whatever you decide, I wanna watch it.”

Jack propped his phone up on the desk so it would video everything and from the speaker on my own phone I heard Jenni asking, “What are you gonna pick? I’m so curious. I mean, I don’t want to see you in pain if you don’t wanna suck a cock, and no one should be forced to. Though I guess it’s not really forced since you’re making the choice. And Earl… it WOULD excite me to see you suck a cock. You might also understand a little more what it’s like to be me.”

Humbled, I dropped my pants to the floor. I peered at the cage and then I blinked at his knee. I also remembered how the cage kind of protected me. After that I looked at the lump in his pants and I wondered how big it would get or how nasty it might be. Finally, I answered, “I guess I’ll take the cage check.”

Immediately Jack took one step forward without even stopping to put his hands on my shoulders. His knee came up and it hit me hard as I again crumpled to the floor. The pain was excruciating for at least a full minute. From far away I heard Jenni gasp in the background. “I can’t believe you did that. I guess it was definitely the more manly choice. Actually, I’m impressed you can handle the pain, but on the other hand, I would’ve really liked to have seen you being the one to suck a cock for once.”

Jack left and Jenni consoled me. Furthermore, we couldn’t think of any way to get out of it. Even as she sympathized she still kept repeating that she would enjoy seeing me suck a cock, but that it was my choice. After hearing her say it for the tenth time I had to ask, “But why? Why do you want to see me suck a cock?”

She stammered a bit then broke down and bared her soul, “Because the one with the penis is the one with all the power. You’ve always been better at everything compared to me. You’re a successful businessman while all my attempts to earn a living have failed. I’m only a housewife. I just wish I had a dick and I could be the one pestering you for a blowjob for a change. Just once. But…” And her voice sorta shuddered here, “But But But if I get to watch you submit to a dick then I can pretend it’s mine you’re submitting too.”

I was flabbergasted. “No wonder you like our games so much… so it’s not enough that I press my face in between your thighs to lick your pussy?”

I could actually hear the smile on her face, “Oh I really like that a lot.” Then she grew somber, “But it’s not the same. You’re still on top. Still in control of how you lick it. I just don’t have a masculine organ. The closest I’ve gotten to any real power is the cage – unless you suck Jack off. It would be a tiny substitutionary step.” Then inexplicably she cried and our conversation kinda ground to a halt.

That evening Jack showed up promptly, soon enough his phone was propped on the desk and Jenni was on my phone. In a perfunctory tone he asked, “What’s it gonna be Earl?

Jenny piped up, “Earl, you got that bag of ice, right?”

I stood up straight, strong and manly. “Jack, I’ll take the cage check!” He smirked, then he took one step forward, leaving his other leg back to wind up for the blow.

I shrank back from the approaching storm with my hands over my eyes. Suddenly I thought that a blowjob couldn’t be worse. And girls do it all the time. Besides, day after day of this… I thought my nuts would fall off. He stepped forward rapidly, “Wait! Stop, stop! I’ll suck it.”