Cuckold Chastity Cycle, part 2

'Ok here goes, I really hope this is all you hoped for sweetheart'.

I felt her lift and move forward then suddenly, the heat of her sacred place engulfed me. I wanted desperately to thrust away but her weight pressing down on my hips wouldn't allow it.

'Is that nice darling?' she cooed. 'It's been a while for you hasn't it? Well you enjoy it baby, you've got another two minutes'.

What? Two minutes for what?!

'You should think yourself lucky I managed to persuade John to let you have that. He's really very jealous and possessive of me. He hates the idea of sharing me with you. To be fair to him you can understand that can't you? And you have to think about my feelings too. I'm not a slut. I'm a respectable woman. I'm also a one man woman. I can't be sleeping with two men at the same time. It just wouldn't work for me. I couldn't cope emotionally. So, if you want me to keep cuckolding you then you are going to have to accept that your access to me is going to be very limited. That's the only way I can do it and the only wat John will. Anyway, enough talking. You have one minute left to enjoy your beautiful wife's pussy then it's over. As long as I'm seeing John you will never be inside me again. Enjoy your last minute baby'.

As she said that she leaned forward to stroke my rubber shrouded face and an electric shock of sensation hit me as her pussy slid up the length of my cock. I groaned out loud. Then, as she sat back down I cried out my muffled protest. This was my wife. The games were supposed to be for us. Ok, for me mostly. Involving another guy was just to tease. I couldn't give her up. I couldn't even contemplate never being inside her again!

'That's it sweetheart, times up'.

I felt her lift from me and suddenly the warmth was gone. I'd never felt so desperate, so deserted, so horny!

Unconciously my hips began humping thrusting my desperate condom encased cock into fresh air. I just couldn't help myself.

'When you're quite finished!' my wife scolded me. @you really are quite ridiculous aren't you? A couple of weeks of not being allowed an orgasm and you're falling apart. No I'm not going to sit on your little cock again. Not now and probably not ever, so calm down or I'm off next door. You wouldn't catch John wrapped up in a rubber sac gaged and bound and refused pussy. When he wants a woman he takes her, just like he did with me all those years ago and just like he did again two months ago'.

Two months I thought? That made a lot of sense when I thought about it. It would be about two months since we had last made love. Since then she'd kept finding excuses. She was tired or not feeling well or not in the mood. Ha! Now I knew why. She'd been so infatuated with him even then, she wanted nothing to do with me. How stupid did I feel? I'd been right too, it was the John I'd thought, her first real boyfriend who'd taken her virginity at the tender age of sixteen. I was crestfallen. Suddenly I wanted out. I didn't sign up for this.

'Oh there, there baby,' my treacherous wife soothed me. 'It's ok don't you worry. I still love you'. She had sat down on the bed beside me and begun fondling my softening cock. Shit! Why did she have to do that. I was rock hard again in seconds.

'Let me make it better for you baby. I'm not leaving you or anything. I'm just taking our little game to the next level. It'll be fun, you'll see. No more trawling the net for dates. No more dissapointments for you when a guy doesn't turn up. I have the perfect candidate now. We can play our game all the time. It will be so sexy, such a rush, I know it will. Just think how you are going to feel at work trying to consentrate when you know I'm in our bed with John. You can help me shop for sexy underware to wear for him. You can watch me getting ready to go to him. You know how much that will turn you on!'

'I can even stay out over night sometimes. You'll be at home putting the kids to bed then quietly going about your housework hoping I'll send you a teasing text message or bring you a picture home of John and I together. When I come home you can beg me for permission to kiss my feet to show how much you love and adore me. I'll inspect your work and when I find faults, which I will, I can put you across my knee and spank you till you're sorry'.

The sound of my darling wife's voice, the unbelievably sexy things she was saying! It was as if my every fantasy was coming true. She was playing with my mind as her tiny fingers played with my cock. I couldn't stand it, I was going to cum!

Then as I began to thrash about like a rubber slug in the throws of glorious agony - suddenly her hand was gone!

'Sorry sweetheart no can do. Not yet. I need to talk to you first'.

Talk? She had been talking hadn't she?

'If this is going to work for everyone then I'm afraid a few minor sacrifices will have to be made. I can't do this with just anyone. It has to be someone I really fancy and can trust. John fits the bill but he is adamant that, if he is to remain exclusive to me, then he must be able to see me more often. I don't see why that should be a problem. We had to keep things hidden to begin with but now you know about it you can help me. So far I've always met him at a hotel during the day. Now he can visit me at home while you are at work and the kids are at school. I can meet him for meals and nights out anytime I like. You can drop me off and pick me up.'

I was having doubts again and she must have seen my cock softening. I felt her lie beside me and I caught a teasing whiff of her perfume through the tiny nose holes in my rubber mask as she used one hand to begin once more gently teasing my long suffering cock. Her other arm went under my head and she pulled me toward hers kissing my forehead through the taughtly stretched latex and whispering in my ear, laughing as she heard her and her lovers piss and cum sloshing around inside the mask. Fuck but her hand felt so good! So good I thought I was actually going to pass out from the shear overload of sensation!

'Maybe I could spend the odd weekend at his place. What do you think baby? You could tell the kids I'm at a friends helping her decorate or something. You'd do that for me wouldn't you sweetheart?'

Right then - at that very moment I knew I would. Anything! Anything at all, just don't stop touching me, don't stop ever!

'Just think how sexy it will be if, when you drop me off, we let you watch us in bed together for a while. Not too long, we don't want to spoil you. Just long enough so that you can see how good we are together. So you have somthing to think about till you come back to collect me and my soaking well filled pussy'.

Shit, I was loosing it again. I never needed to cum more in my life. Yet, at the same time, I desoerately did not want this feeling to end - ever!

Again she left go to run her latex covered nails up and down my tightly encased thighs. 'Imagine how you'll feel when I insist on spending special days with him. My Birthday. Valentine's day. How sexy will that be? How much of a bitchy Mistress will that make me? Will I measure up to your fantasies do you think?'

Fuck yea I nodded !!! Then she was carressing my cock again.

'I could, if you like, go on holiday with him Yes, a week of sun, sea, sand and sex! Now that could be just what I need. How much would you miss your little wife then sweetheart, huh?'

I was already there again. Right on the edge but she was going so slowly, hardly touching! And the damn condoms were insulating me against the exquisite sensation of her fingers!

'Well, baby, what do you think? This was your idea originally remember. It's your fantasy. Are you sure you want it? I'm not going to do this against your will. Are you in or out? Shall I go next door and tell John to leave? Or shal I go and tell him I have my husband's total agreement to take him as my lover? Full time, permanently. That you agree to his terms. That I'm his now and you are no more than my servant. I want to know baby. Stop or go?'

Not stop, I thought desperately. Not stop, don't ever stop! I need, I neeeeed, oh FUCK I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!!!!!!

I don't know how she managed to make sense of my desperate muffled drowning squeals and grunts but I guess she did. I'm not even sure if I agreed. I know I was trying to tell her not to stop, but did I mean not to stop her affair with John or just not to stop stroking me? Either way, I got one and not the other. She immediately released my cock which was dribbling pre-cum as she freed her arm from behind my head and jumped off the bed.

'Right then slave, lets get you out of there and showered. I think it's time you met the new man in your Mistress's life and we need you presentable for that.'

I was still trying to hump the hand that had deserted me, still gasping and groaning my frustration. Suddenly I got a shock as she dumped the contents of an ice bucket in my lap.

'That's quite enough of that from you slave. You are going to have to learn a little more control if I'm going to keep you on as my servant. Now let's get that cage back on and then I can release you.'

As soon as tha cage was in place she helped me stand and unzipped the rubber sac. It was a good thing she'd put towels down for me to stand on as the built up sweat poured out. I had to keep the mask on as she led me to the shower. Once inside the cubicle I pulled it off and the stale piss gushed out to run down my body. Removing the rubber maids outfit I lathered myself up and stood for a while luxuriating under the hot spray. My wife passed in the rubber sac and told me to wash and dry everything.

When I eventually emerged from the bathroom my wife was nowhere to be seen. I found a note on the bed telling me she had gone for lunch with her lover. She suggested I order room service and have a nap. She had also left me a blue viagra tablet with instructions to take it with my food.

At first I thought about ditching it. My cock was beginning to stir again anyway. Being caged was torture enough without adding to the fire. Then it occured to me that maybe she was going to give me the chance to make love to her. Perhaps she just wanted to make sure I would be nice and hard for her. After all, if I was going to be compared to her lover I might need any help I could get.

With that thought I got a glass of water and downed the tablet before phoning for room service. Two thoughts occered to me as I waited. The first thing I wondered was would the waiter know about the noise that had been coming from the visinity of this room and next door last night? If so would he think it was down to my prowess as a lover? Ha! I thought. I should be so lucky!

My second thought was that the viagra had been a mistake. My poor deprived cock was expanding to the limits of its prison again. That's when a sharp pain made me realise that my wife had fitted the spiked security ring inside my cage. It was designed to ensure that it was impossible for a man to pull his cock out of the cage. It was an effective measure which had the added side effect of making any attempt at an erection extremely painful! What a bitch!

After my food I decided to lie on the bed and get some much needed sleep. I picked up my wife's furry slippers from the floor and cuddled them as I drifed off. I was missing her dreadfully and desperately yearned to be near her, to touch her, to feel her arms around me. Unfortunately, since she was out somewhere with her boyfriend, cuddling her slippers was the closest I could get. I could see her beautiful face as I closed my eyes, laughing at his jokes, smiling and holding his hand. Oh no, the spikes were doing their job again!

Surprisingly I did eventually drift off to sleep and woke as she came in. 'Who told you that you could lie on my bed slave? And what are you doing with my slippers?'

'I was just...'

'You were just being naughty is what you were just doing. How dare you touch my things without asking?'

'I'm sorry,' I stammered, 'I, I... it's just that I was missing you.'

Her face softened to a smile as she sat on the bed looking up at me standing in the position I'd jumped to when she shouted at me. I felt like a little boy being scolded by his mother. Then, when she pointed at the floor beside her feet, my feelings changed to those of a pathetic wimp as I knelt looking down at her expensive leather platform court shoes because I was too embarrassed to look her i the eye.

I felt so pathetic I almost burst out crying when she reached out to stroke my head. 'Silly boy, you have to learn your new position. I can't have you behaving like my husband anymore. You're not. Well, not in anything but the legal sense. John is my husband now. You know that don't you? You agreed it was what you wanted, what you'd always fantasised about'.

Did I?

'But I can't help missing you,' I whined.

'I know, I miss you too sweetheart but we both have to be strong. I have to be especially strong and you're not making it any easier'.

'I'm sorry, I can't help it. I ache to hold you. I need to cum so much!'

'That's enough!' She said standing up. You're going to spoil it if you keep on like this. Is that what you want? You can have it if you do. I can go next door and tell John it's over, I don't need him anymore. Then I can come back, take off your cage and we can fuck the afternoon away. But understand me, if we do that I will never play this or any other game with you again. I won't be messed around. You pleaded for me to do this and now all you can do is whine and complain. That's not fair and I won't have it. So decide once and for all. What's it to be?'

The thought of getting the damned cage off and jumping into bed with her had my poor cock impaling itself on those cruel spikes again. It was very very tempting. The trouble was I loved our games. A part of me yearned to be teased and humiliated by this wonderful woman. I needed it on a very deep level. So deep I wasn't sure I could live with the surety of knowing I would never have those excuisite feelings again. Before I knew it I was apologising profusely and begging her to continue as she saw fit.

'That's better. Don't worry baby. I'm going to make it so special for you, I promise.' She kissed my cheek as I heaved in the heavenly scent of her perfume.

'Now go to my suitcase and look under the clothes. You'l find my cane. Bring it to me and get yourself bent over the end of the bed'.

I must have looked shocked as she continued, 'I will not have you questioning me or dissobeying me or pleading without permission. If this is going to work then you need to learn your place quickly. I think we'll start with six and see how well you take those. Head down boy, arse up and not a sound. Unless you want John to hear what a wimp you are letting your wife tan your hide for you'.

story by Blue