Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 2 of 5): My New Normal [Femdom][Chastity][CBT]

**Monday (Day 1)**


I wake up in the morning on the couch. She has already left for work, so I have that much going for me at least. I reach my hand down into my pants for my usual morning scratch and adjustment when I encounter the cage. Damn, that’s right. I have this stupid thing on. I scratch around the perimeter of the cage, doing what I can. I have a slight itch on my cock but twisting the cage ever so slightly helps with that, that much I have learned in the past while using this thing. I get up and shower and dry off as best I can, the water colder than usual to help wash away and forget any morning sexual frustrations. I mentioned I am most horny in the morning right? The shower helps.


I get changed and make my way back downstairs to heat up a poptart when I notice a sticky note stuck to the fridge labeled “to-do list.” How kind of her, she made me a “honey do list” with about 10 chores on there and at the bottom, “I want steak and green beans for dinner when I get home.” How the fuck am I gonna get all that done while I work all day? Well it turns out it wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was a relatively slow day at work so I was able to periodically get up and do the various chores throughout my work day during short breaks. I was even able to pick up steaks from the grocery store over my lunch period. It’s pretty incredible how motivated I can be when there is danger to my manhood.


My work day comes to a close and the to-do list has been satisfied. I have about an hour before my wife gets home from her commute so I begin making dinner. I time it just right so the steaks have had time to rest but are still very warm when she gets home. She walks in the door, takes off her shoes and sets down her bags. “Dish out dinner and I will see you at the kitchen table,” is all she says to me before making her way upstairs to our bedroom.


Presumably she is changing out of her work clothes and into her 'comfies.' I was right, sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, no bra. The sight of her nipples peeking out from under her t-shirt causes a small flow of blood down to my strained manhood, but I quickly push such thoughts out of my head to avoid the pain. It doesn’t do much good as the small pain excites me a bit and causes more blood to flow, now I am in pain. I bend over and groan ever so slightly. Emily picks up on my discomfort and her eyes move from my wincing face down to my crotch with my hand over it and muffles a giggle to herself. She continues eating with a slight glow of pride at her handiwork. “You going to be alright there?” she asked playfully.


“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I gruffly shoot back.


I shift in my seat a little bit and try to push any sexual thoughts from my head. Eventually things calm down and I return to my dinner. We eat our dinner much like we normally do. Talking about how our days went and current events. When we finish our dinner I get up to clear the table (which I normally do anyways but today I was extra quick about it). She pushes back in her seat and tells me, “that was nice. When you finish cleaning up dinner I want to see you upstairs.”


“Ok,” I reply and with that she heads upstairs.


I finish cleaning up and putting away the dishes and head upstairs about 15 minutes after her. I get up there and find her on the bed, wearing only a robe, parted in the middle, the lights turned down low. “Disrobe,” is all she says to me.


I comply and take off all my clothes. Emily snaps and points at the bed at her feet and then parts her legs, flashing her beautiful shaved pussy. My cock jumps in its cage at the sight but I try to keep my wits about me. I carefully crawl onto the bed between her legs. “Well, get to work.”


I sigh a bit to myself, quietly. Not because I dislike giving my wife pleasure but I fear that any sexual activity is going to wreak havoc on my caged cock. Without any further hesitation I put out my right hand and began slowly massaging her clitoral hood. “Na ah, big boy. You are using your tongue tonight,” she says curtly, adjusting her position so that she is laying a little more horizontal. Just getting more comfortable as she would typically say.


I take a deep breath and reposition myself onto my knees and elbows then inch my way up to her breath-taking mound. I lightly trace the slit with my tongue, up and down a couple times (this would always drive her wild), before I thrust it into her eager opening. I circle the inside of the opening two or three times to awaken her nerves before coming to a stop at the top, just below the clitoris. Up until this point, despite the wonderful sights and smells, I have been able to keep my erection at bay. It has been mostly business for me, trying to keep my mind elsewhere.


But now, eager to get this over with, I begin massaging her clitoris with my tongue. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker with more and more pressure. Increasingly she begins to give herself over to the pleasure. She arches her back and raises her knees around my head. Her breathing quickens and I see her stomach rising and falling in quick succession. She begins to moan. FUCK! OUCH! My cage! I am getting excited too. Her moans are so sexy, it begins to cause me incredible pain as I too get into the action. The metal ring of the cage and the silicon sheath squeeze tightly around my struggling erection.


I pull back from her pussy as I struggle in pain. Feeling me pull away, she shoots a hand down and grabs the hair on the back of my head pulling my face deep into her crotch. My groans of pain are muffled into her wet and wanting mound. She begins gyrating her hips, grinding my face into her pussy as her moans grow louder and louder. Her impending orgasm has made her incredibly strong, I struggle to turn my head to the side and gasp for a quick breath of air. Her juices are all I taste and smell. Her moans are all I hear. My aching cock is all I feel.


She continues to grind on my face, her moans rise in pitch until suddenly, climax. She begins to shudder as she cries out screams of intense pleasure. She squirts a warm clear fluid all over my face and neck, most of it gets in my mouth as she continues to fuck my face. I am taken back by the sweetness of it as she rides out her final waves of pleasure and decreases the pressure on my head (but not before I swallowed much of her juices out of necessity). I am finally able to take a deep breath. When her breathing begins to slow she begins to pull my head back into her. “We are not done yet, I want another one,” she commands with an air of selfish horniness.


I sit there for a moment as she begins to grind on my face once more. I am still struggling in great pain from my strained erection and now I am covered in her juices, completely her bitch. I figure I might as well embrace it as best I can so it can be over with faster. Begrudgingly I get into it once more. I try to push my tongue out of my pressed face as best I can but her pressure on the back of my head makes it hard for me to be useful with it.


I do get the good idea to try and incorporate my fingers into the fun. So I work my right hand up the bed and under my face. I carefully feel around and manage to get two fingers inside her. When she feels my fingers inside of her, toiling away, her pace and pressure on my head increase immediately. It won’t take long now….and it didn’t. Once again, wave after wave of warm fluid on my face, in my mouth and down my neck. Loud moans of incredible joy. As for my cock, pretty sure it has popped or is now broken, I can’t really feel a whole lot down there at the moment.


Despite her reaching orgasm a second time, I didn’t let up this time around. If this is what she wants, this is what she gets. So I continued to finger her, curving my fingers upward to massage her g-spot. The pressure on my head was almost non-existent at this point so I was finally able to make good use of my tongue once more as I went to work on her clit. Her breathing never really had a chance to slow down. She removed her hand from my head and laid back to concentrate on the sensations. Mere seconds later she shook violently a third time, screaming in pure ecstasy. More juices erupted out of her. Where was she storing all this? She’s always been a squirter, but this was a lot.


I let up a little bit and then go back to work after her screams mellow out. “No. Stop. That’s enough,” she finally was able to say, quivering from the afterglow of her intense orgasms.


Relieved, I slide back and sit up onto my knees. I wipe off my face with my clean hand and attempt to catch my breath. While I begin to regain my breath I nervously look down at my chastity cage. Ugh. It’s stretched out quite a bit. The base of my cock below the cage is bent slightly. Bits of purple cock can be seen in the few openings. My erection has pulled the cage (and my balls with it) away from my body a bit. I feel the slight pull on my balls, funny to think that it was my cock doing the pulling! I fluster with panic.


“Go on and clean yourself up. Get your boner under control, I am not letting you out,” Emily tells me with little sympathy in her voice.


“Uhhh, thank you. Ok,” and I quickly make a dash for the shower.


I start up the water and barely wait at all for it to warm up before I jump in, I don’t think I will be needing much heat today. As the cold water shocks my system, I dance around in response to the cold and begin to wash her juices from my hair, neck, and face. I continue the rest of my routine by scrubbing the rest of my body while thinking of work, family, and other stresses, anything to take my mind off my cock and anything sexual.


Roughly 10 minutes go by and I am nearly completely cleaned up, my cock is finally returning to normalish colors as the chastity cage seats itself more squarely on my marriage tackle as intended. I pull at the skin on my scrotum, their tight pouch was pulled even tighter during my futile erection, now I could give them some breathing room. Once things have finally calmed down, I dry off and dress for bed. It’s not bedtime yet, but there is no sense putting on regular clothes this time at night.


I slip out of the bathroom and try to quietly make my way to the TV room when I hear, “oh no buster, your duties are not done yet.”


Frustration and disappointment wash over me. “Ok, honey. Be right there.”


I slowly make my way into the bedroom and find her without her robe, laying completely naked on the bed on her stomach. “You know how you never want to give me a massage?” she says with a coy teasing tone. My head slumps to my chest as I know what’s coming next. “Well today is your lucky day. Give me a massage for one hour and you will be done with your duties for the day.” Yay, what a fucking bargain. On the bright side, the end is in sight.


“Alright, fine.”


“What was that? Is that attitude I hear?”


“No honey. Just a little tired is all.”


“Well hush it, anything less than total compliance will be seen as disobedience and add time to your sentence.”


“I understand,” and with that I take my position, kneeling on the bed. I straddle her body as I rest my butt on her butt and begin rubbing her back.


“Mmmm yes, that’s it. A little harder. Put some effort into it,” she teases. I continue about my work, digging my knuckles in harder. In a sense, this kind of works out for me as I am able to knead some of my frustration out on her. My cock has now shriveled to its normal resting position, thank god.


“By the way honey, did you happen to go looking for the key today?” she asked inquisitively.


“No, I did not. I have behaved as you instructed me.”


“Gooood boy,” she cooed. “You may be interested to know that I had lunch with a friend today. I told her about what I had found and your punishment, the whole thing. She found it to be hysterical. She also offered to hold the key for me, just in case I got soft on you and wanted to let you out early. She assured me, she would show no such mercy.”


Fuck, I am screwed. I know my wife was mad and would probably make me serve at least a couple days in the cage, but deep down I thought I might be able to get her to lighten up on me. She normally doesn’t stay angry for more than a day or two after all.


“Yeah, she works in a mostly female office right next door to mine. She is going to wear the key around her neck as a conversation piece. You remember Veronica right?”


FUCK, I really am screwed. To put it frankly, she is one heartless bitch. “Is that, uh, the dominatrix?”


“HA good memory. Yes, she is! She has a well paying office job but she still moonlights as a dominatrix to vent some of her sadistic urges. She gets really cranky if she hasn’t had a session in a while.” Emily chuckled.


I pause a moment and shudder at the thought of HER being my key holder.


“Hey what gives? Keep rubbing, I didn’t say you could stop.”


“Sorry dear.” I resume rubbing her shoulders.


“That’s better.” A smile goes back onto her face, fully loving all the attention. “I just wanted you to know. You aren’t getting out of anything this time. She will be sure that I hold true to the rules I put in place. Her and I also started brainstorming some ideas. It’s going to be fun!”


More dread washes over me, but I obediently continue my rubbing. Throughout the massage I have to periodically stop to stretch my hands out because of cramping. After an hour or so my pauses are longer and more frequent as my hands are really starting to cramp bad. My wife lets out a sigh and finally tells me, “Ok fine, you big baby. You can be done for tonight.”


Whew, what a relief. I don’t know how much more my hands could have taken. “Ok, thanks honey.”


“Yeah yeah. You need to change the sheets. They are all still wet under this towel. I am going to shower now and then I’m going to bed. You can do whatever you want after you change the sheets. Well anything besides…..you know.” It was quite the gruff comment for someone who just had three orgasms and a one hour plus massage but I wasn’t going to give her any shit about it.


“Ok.”


While she goes to shower I quickly change the sheets and tuck myself into bed. The sooner this day can be over the better I figure. After 20 minutes or so she returns from the bathroom in her pajamas. My body tenses up, hoping and praying she stays true to her word and doesn’t ask anything more of me. She slides into bed and pulls up the covers. We laid there in silence for a minute or two before she rolled over onto her side and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. “Good night.”


“Good night.” Thank god, no more for tonight.