Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 3 of 5): A Week from Hell

**Interlude**


In general, the rest of the week went down similar to the first night. A to-do list in the morning, dinner when she got home, and various sexual and physical needs after dinner. Sometimes, she wanted me to go down on her. Other times she wanted me to finger her. One night she only had me use toys on her. It became quite the ritual. I have noted some stand out moments from the rest of the week below.



**Tuesday (Day 2)**


Tuesday, I did a lot better at “controlling myself.” After the great pain during the sexual activity on Monday, I worked really hard on Tuesday (and the rest of the week) to keep my sexual thoughts at bay. Although I always had at least a little bit of arousal causing some discomfort during her sexy time.



**Wednesday (Day 3)**


By Wednesday I had developed quite the case of blue balls. Three days was pushing it for the longest streak I’ve ever had without jacking off. My balls were very swollen and heavy, filled with cum. I could feel my warm swollen balls pressed against my thighs all day during work. Normally I never noticed the feeling of my balls on my legs but with their larger size and tenderness, along with the chastity cage keeping them pushed outward, I couldn’t help but think about them all day.


The one nice thing is, I didn’t have to make her dinner that night, only for myself. Emily had a happy hour with coworkers after work, so that was nice. What wasn’t so nice is she had a couple glasses of wine at her outing. When she came home that night she was more feisty than usual. She was ALWAYS feisty when she got wine drunk. Tonight when she got home she immediately dropped her bags at the door and yelled, “woooo, inspection time hubby. Report to the living room!” She had done an inspection on Tuesday night as well but without the added enthusiasm.


She kicked off her shoes and staggered into the living room and plopped down onto the couch kicking her feet out slightly as she did. “Get over here, let’s check out the goooooods,” she said in a playful and slurred tone of voice.


I get up off the couch in the TV room and walk down to the living room where I make my place in front of her on the couch.


“Alright big booooooy, drop em. Take offffff those pants,” she slurred.


I hesitate a moment. She is almost never gentle when she is buzzed, but what choice do I have? None, none at all. So I take a deep breath and step out of my pants and underwear.


“Whoooooaaaa,” she exclaimed with fascination. “They’ve gotten biggerrrrrrrr.”


“Mmmmhhmmmm,” I patiently respond.


She reaches out and gently grabs me by the balls and pulls them in closer to her. “Whoaaaa, they are so warm and big…and, and pulsing….they like, have a heartbeat,” she says with a childlike fascination. Emily leans in closer to get a better look. “I don’t think I have ever seen them so big…..I’m not going to lie, this is quite a turn on. Seeing you like this….your balls so big and heavvvvvvvvyyy.” Seeing the balls so large and exposed causes a large toothy grin of joy to creep over her face.


“Ummm, yeah. Well I am glad you like them,” I sheepishly reply, not wanting to disrupt the status quo.


“I do. I really really do.” With that she repositions her hand around my balls. Her thumb on one side of the swollen pouch and her fingertips on the other, she can barely get her hand around my balls now in their current state. She begins to bite her lower lip and look up at my face, gauging my expression as she slowly begins to squeeze the two engorged testicles together. She loves to squeeze my balls but they often slip out of her hands. Not tonight, these two large gonads, swollen and held tightly in a neat little pouch by the chastity cage, had nowhere to run. She pressed the two testicles against each other with the greatest of ease, and She. Was. Loving. IT.


Helpless in her effortless grip, my breathing increased rapidly, I could only groan in response, “eeerrrrrrrrrrrrr.”


Her grip continued to tighten and her stare remained fixed on my face, carefully studying, enjoying every facial twitch and spasm as I grimaced from her squeeze. “Mmmmm, this is soooooo hot!”


“Hhhaaaa hhaaaaaaa haaaaa,” my breathing labored, primitive and rhythmic as I tried to contend with the crushing pain.


“Veronicaaaaa and I came up with some of the GREATEST iiiiiideas for your release this Sunday.” She maintained her pressure on my balls.


“Hhhhhaaaaa hhhhhaaaaaaa hhhaaaa.”


“It’s tooooooo good, I am sooooooo excited.” Her grip increased with her enthusiasm.


“Aaaaahhh hhhaaa haaaa haaaa.”


“That is, if you can continue being a goooooood boy that long,” she teased.


“Hhhhaaa haaa hhhhhaaaaa haa hhhaaaa.”


“Think you can handle it big boyyyy?” she teased some more and squeezed down tightly.


I let out a squeak from the initial wave of increased pain and then quickly responded with, “hhhhhhhaaaa yes, yes. Haaaaa.”


“What’s my naaaame?” she asked with another rough squeeze.


“Hhhaaa haaa Mistress.”


“Let’s go with goddess. Yes, goddddessss.” She corrected along with more rough squeezing.


“HHHHAAAAA haaaaa hhhaaa Yes. hhaaaa haa haaaaaa haaa Goddess,” I finally managed to say.


“Good boooooyy.” She finally released my balls from her death grip. Red and white marks adorned my scrotum, imprints left by her unrelenting fingers. “Well, I think we can be done with inspection foooorrrr now. Follow me upstairs foooor myyyyy nightlyyy pleasure.”


She put her hand on my hip and pushed me to the side as she leaned forward to get up off the couch. She stumbled her way upstairs to the bedroom and I pulled up my pants and followed right behind to fulfill my duties as I had the other two nights.



**Thursday (Day 4)**


Nothing too notable happened on Thursday outside of our new daily ritual. My balls continue to be swollen and a little sore from yesterday’s squeezing. The slightest sensations seem to be causing at minimum a mild arousal like when I pull my pants up and feel the pressure of my pants rubbing against the cage. It’s taking every ounce of self control I have not to rub the cage or put it against vibrating objects.


My cock also seems to be leaking a little bit of precum here and there. There seems to always be a bead of warm sticky fluid on the tip of the cage. I also had another “inspection” tonight, but she didn’t squeeze me like she did at yesterday’s wine-fueled event. Emily was pretty disappointed that my balls weren’t any bigger though. Initially suspecting that I may have gotten myself off she gave me a quick glancing backhand to my testicles. I bent over, groaned and clutched them for support. “They aren’t any bigger today. You better not be jerking off.”


After catching my breath I finally responded, “Ugh, I think it’s because of all the precum I’ve been leaking lately. Probably no more room left in my balls.”


“Hmmmm. I guess I buy that. They aren’t any smaller at least.” Thank god she was sober today, she can at least be reasoned with.



**Friday (Day 5)**


Precum seems to be flowing steadily out of my cock now, albeit at an extremely slow rate. It’s like a leaky faucet, very frustrating. I find myself changing out my underwear a couple times a day now.


As I have all week, I do my chores and have dinner ready when she gets home. Our dinner conversation that night was rather interesting.


“Lunch with Veronica was so fun today,” she finally let out.


“Oh yeah?”


“Yeah, gradually over the week more and more girls have been asking her about the key around her neck, although some women were already familiar with chastity cages since #locktober had trended on Twitter last year,” she mused. “She told them about how I caught on about your frequent masterbation habits. And how I put you in chastity for the week as punishment. AND how she is your keyholder for good measure,” Emily said in an excited flow of consciousness.


Oh great. I simply smiled back with mild embarrassment.


“They think it’s a hoot! Some of them have been joining us at lunch each day to get all the details.” She paused to eat some food. “Yeah, I’ve been telling them all about it. How big your balls have gotten. How your boxer shorts always seem to have a wet spot now. How eager you are to please. It’s been quite nice,” Emily continued on excitedly.


I swallow down my current bite, “Well, I am glad you are happy.”


“I am, it’s been so fun.” She eats another bite of food. “So, here is what I was thinking, for this weekend.”


“Ok…”


“Well tonight I figured we would just have another quiet night in, just the two of us.” Great, I know what that means, ugh. She continued on, “Then tomorrow, Veronica and some of the girls are coming over. Veronica is going to bring over a couple things I need for your ‘release party.’ Then all of us will go out together to the bar, including you. I was thinking we’d go to Woody’s.”


Woody’s is a typical wannabe cowboy bar. It comes complete with $3 beers, two for one drink specials for shots, country music on the jukebox and sometimes they turn on the mechanical bull for bachelorette parties. It’s a good blue collar bar with cheap drinks. I typically love going there but the thought of going with a handful of women that all know A) that I masterbate frequently (or used to up until last week); B) that I am currently wearing a chastity cage which is a constant source of embarrassment and discomfort; and C) they know that I have to do whatever my wife asks of me. This is not a good combination. I do what I can to put on a happy face and reply, “Sure, sounds like a good time.”


“Good, I think so too! At least for one of us.” As she smiles at me, my fake smile begins to fade and a knot begins to form in the pit of my stomach. I think I am going to be sick. I continued to sit there for a little while longer and pick at the dinner I worked so hard to prepare but it was no use, I had lost my appetite. I wait for her to finish her food and I clear the table.


Tonight instead of going to the bedroom for a couple hours of pleasing her in various ways we went to the TV room and threw on a movie, her choice of course. About 20 minutes into the movie she begins to cuddle up to me and nibble on my ear. My pants twitch from the arousal and pain once again can be felt throughout my entire cock, I bend over and groan.


“Opsie, sorry honey. I legitimately forgot,” Emily blushed.


“Arggh, it’s…ok. I just need a minute.”


“Haha ok. How about while you regain your composure, you can rub my shoulders?” Great, zero sympathy from her and yet another request.


“Arrgh, ok dear,” I dutifully responded.


Emily then sat on the floor in front of me and I rubbed her shoulders while both of us went back to watching the movie. After about 15 minutes of rubbing she had her fill and joined me back on the couch again. This time laying against the armrest on the opposite side of the couch, while facing me. Some time would pass and a playfully devious look came across her face. Her foot slowly made its way into my lap and began to softly rub against the cage.


I don’t know if it was because of the deprivation or if she was just really talented with her feet but it felt like that one foot had ten or more articulating fingers on it. It felt incredible, for about ten seconds that is. The sensation almost immediately caused my member to grow, once again causing great pain. I impulsively brought my hand down to my crotch and tried to push away her foot.


“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE,” she commanded.


I moved my hand off to the side as she continued to rub the cage with her foot. I had never been into any kind of foot play before but the caresses with her foot were sending more and more blood into the area at a rapid pace. Had it not been for the cage I probably would have had the biggest erection I had ever had. At the same time I could not believe the pain that I was feeling. Similar to Monday my cock was starting to bend in its constraints and it was causing sharp jets of pain to wash over me. Fearing for my safety I finally spoke up, “I’m sorry honey. I need to take this cage off or I need to stop. I fear you are going to break my dick.”


“Haha OMG really?” She sounded concerned but not overly sincere.


“Yes, I swear. I am really concerned here.”


“Ok fine, pull down your pants, let’s have a look.”


So I carefully pulled down my pants and we both took a look. Tiny patches of cock protruded from the holes in the black silicone sheath. The opening of my urethra pushed through the top hole and resembled pursed lips. The top of the sheath was shiny with precum. My cock once again had a bend in it in the area between the black sleeve and the metal retention ring around the base of my balls. My balls were pulled up by the ring with the scrotum skin pulled ever so tight and thin. “Yeah, not good,” I stated grimly.


“That doesn’t look great. I was serious though. You aren’t getting out of it, nor do I have the key or a backup. Veronica will be giving it to me tomorrow night. It’s up to you to get the swelling down. Go grab a bag of frozen peas or something.”


So I ran to the freezer and did just that. It took nearly an hour but after two frozen bags of vegetables, some mild frostbite on my most tenderest of tenders, and thinking of all the saddest and most terrible thoughts I could come up with I finally got it all back under control. It was taking longer and longer now to get my erections under control. With the crisis averted, I returned the veggies to the freezer and put my pants back on.


I limped my way back to the TV room and found Emily passed out on the couch with the movie credits rolling on the screen. Whew, finally some relief. I snuck across the TV room floor and picked up the remote control from her end table. I found a patch of open couch at her feet and carefully sat down. I clicked the back button on the remote to get back to the main menu where I could select another title. One thing I forgot however, was that we were watching Netflix. As soon as it got back to the main title screen it began to loudly play a preview for the next item on our list.


“What? What’s going on? Oooh, I must have fallen asleep.” She says as she rubs her eyes and rises into a sitting position on the couch. Fucking Netflix.


“Yup, sure did.”


“Did you ever figure things out?” She said while stifling a laugh.


“Ha yeah, finally back under control. It wasn’t easy and still kinda hurts though.”


“That’s too bad. Haha.”


“Oh well,” I reply. “I think I am going to watch a movie. You can go back to sleep if you like.”


“Naw, I am awake now……I do know something that will help me fall back asleep though,” she said with a giant smile. She got onto her knees now and crawled towards me on the couch while I sat there in stunned disbelief. When Emily got to my side of the couch she leaned over and kissed my hot cheek then reached down and grabbed the remote control from my lap. She looked down at the remote to find her button then turned the remote control to face the TV and shut it off.


OMG, PLEASE NO. Not tonight. I just want to have some time to myself and not have to get you off multiple times. I’m so mad but I don’t say anything. I’ve come this far. I am almost to the finish line. Just another day or so.


Emily stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me off the couch. “C’mon honey, you have some work to do.”