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On this day a month ago, I was in the garage of our home — about to drive off to work — when I turned off the car’s engine, unbuckled my seatbelt, and started jerking off to the live show of an Asian camgirl on my phone. My wife Hailey was in the house helping our two boys get ready for school, but that meant little to me. I had the urge to cum.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick from the teal boxer briefs that held it back so I could stroke it hard and fast. I came so much, the tissue dripped two sticky globs of cum on my hairy balls, and I had to wipe it off with another.
Along the way, I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about the camgirl’s slender legs and that cute frown she made when she creamed her pussy with the wand. I got to the office, hung my coat, and walked straight to the toilet where I jacked off some more to the recording of her stream from the day before.
By the time I got back home that day, my dick was limp, my balls empty, and my sexual drive, depleted. I had masturbated seven times — once in the garage, five in the office, and one last time in the restroom at the gas station while waiting for the tank to fill up.
When my wife Hailey threw me a dirty look in the kitchen and asked, “Wanna have some adult fun in the bedroom tonight?”, I just shrugged and said I was tired. “Okay,” Hailey replied, visibly disappointed, and we moved on with our night. I made myself comfortable on the couch and salivated at bikini photos of women from work on Instagram while she cooked dinner.
This had been going on for a long time. Too long.
My addiction to porn — and the never-ending masturbation that fueled it — had spiraled way out of control. If I didn’t do something about it, my work performance would fall off a cliff and I’d fuck up my marriage big time.
The next day, I finally found the guts to confess about my addiction to Hailey and ask for her help. I confessed to her over dinner. I asked her to lock me up in a chastity cage so I could no longer touch my dick whenever I wanted to. I had given thought to so many other options before resorting to this one… but it was the only one likely to work because I couldn’t wiggle my way out of it.
To my surprise, Hailey knew about the porn and the masturbation. She mentioned nothing about camgirls, so I kept my mouth shut. Though, a few days later, I learned she knew about them, too. She was angry at me for trying to hide it from her. She let me know she was hurt, and that, to her, I had practically cheated.
Asking Hailey to lock me up in a cage was humiliating and degrading on a level I had never experienced before. She seemed thrown off by the idea at first. But then, as the thought of it sunk in, she started breaking my balls about it and telling me how hilarious she found it that I — “her proud husband” — would even ask for something like that. And then she got mad at me for allowing my porn addiction to get in the way of our once-steamy sex life.
Hailey said she’d help me, but under one condition: She wanted to pick the cage, and I would only get to see it when it was time for her to lock me up. I didn’t think much of it then, so I said yes. A few days later, she whipped out a stainless steel cage with sharp metal spikes and a silicone urethral tube, and she put it on my dick just as I had asked her to. Right then, I started regretting telling her everything. And as the days went by, I realized I hadn’t thought this whole thing through.
Giving up control over my manhood and handing it over to Hailey meant more than not being able to touch my dick whenever I felt like it. I had lost my right to be a man without my wife’s permission. If you’ve never been locked, it’s a feeling you wouldn’t even come close to understanding.
I had been locked in the cage for three weeks. Despite begging Hailey to free me, she had shown virtually no interest in unlocking it.
I was desperate. I wanted to have an erection, and I couldn’t.
When my dick grows, the cage’s spikes bite into the head and my pelvic muscles angle the urethral tube inside me in a way that makes me twist and turn in agony. I have to pinch hard on my nipples or smack my balls until my body starts to hurt so much, it makes my dick go limp.
The powerlessness was eating me up from the inside. I’d never experienced anything like this before, and I sure as hell didn’t want to keep experiencing it. So how could I find a way out of it?
I was doing everything Hailey asked of me: licking her pussy every day when she wasn’t in her period, rubbing her feet when she’d get back from work, doing all the chores around the house, laundry, ironing, vacuuming, mopping, cooking, dishes, making beds…
She kept saying she would THINKG ABOUT unlocking me.
Some guy online recommended I talk to her about it and express the seriousness of my request, which is what I planned on doing. The boys were still at summer camp and we had the house all to ourselves. I decided to bring it up over dinner.
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Hailey read a istanbul travesti book on the couch in the living room while I made tuna salad and tomato pasta. I laid the table and popped open a bottle of wine, then I took a seat and called her over to the dining room.
“Hailey! Dinner’s served.”
“I’ll be there in a sec, hon!” she answered.
Three minutes passed, then they turned to five, and then to seven… I glanced at the couch and Hailey was still lounging on it. “Hailey, why are you taking so long?” I protested. “The food’s getting cold.”
“I told you I’m coming, John! Geesh, you’re such a nag.” Hailey kept reading for a few more minutes.
Finally, she turned the corner on the page to mark her place, slammed the book on the coffee table, walked over to the dining room neurotically, and sat down in front of me, picking through the tuna salad.
“Hubby,” she said, “you forgot to add celery. Don’t forget next time, will you?”
“You’re welcome,” I taunted sarcastically.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re welcome, Hailey, for thanking me for the food I just made.”
Hailey gave me the look and waved her fork at me. “Don’t be a smart ass, John. You men are so entitled. You cook one meal and expect us to kiss your feet for it. And you, mister… you have a lot to make up for.”
“Hailey… I want to talk to you about something.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to have sex.”
Hailey looked at me as if she had no idea what I was talking about.
“How do you mean, John? You lick my pussy every evening before bed. Even in high school, you didn’t lick me as much.”
“I meant ‘sex’ sex, Hailey. I want us to have sex.”
“Ooh, ‘sex’ sex,” she cut me off, making quotation marks in the air with her fingers. “John, I thought we talked about this yesterday… and the day before. You’re addicted to jerking off to sluts instead of pleasing your wife, remember? You asked me to help, so here I am, helping.”
“Hailey, I never ‘asked’ you,” I air-quoted her back, “to keep me locked up for weeks! I feel fucking miserable!”
“And why do you feel miserable?”
“Why? Why?! I can’t get a goddamn erection, Hailey!”
“So what, John? Huh? You’ve been doing great at work. You’re helping me around the house. You’ve made me cum more times in the last few weeks than you have in the last few years… our freaking lifetime maybe! You listen to me when I tell you that not being able to get an erection has done you good, and will keep doing you good.” She paused to chew. “You’re too weak to put it to good use anyway.”
Ouch.
Hailey had never called me “too weak” before.
“What about MY pleasure, Hailey? I’m your husband. I am entitled to pleasure as much as you are.”
“Wait a minute. You’re telling me you don’t get pleasure from licking your wife’s pussy? Making her cum? Lapping up her cream? Huh?”
“Hailey, I should get to cum too, you know! But I get spikes in my cock and a fucking rod poking at my core at the first thought that gets my dick pulsing instead.”
“There’s more ways to orgasm than yanking out your dick and beating it like an ape, John.”
“Listen, Hailey, this is important to me.”
“Hon, you listen to me now. Let’s set some rules here, okay? The boys will be back from summer camp in a couple of weeks. I don’t want you whining to me every moment we get without them, do you hear?”
“God damn right, let’s set some rules.”
“Rule number one: Your cock is my property. Got it? My. Property. I, only I, get to decide how long you’re locked up.”
“I think you’ve made that clear by now…”
“Quit being a smart ass, John! Rule number two: NO BEGGING. Seriously, I’m done with it! You annoy the hell out of me and you keep degrading yourself.” She lowered her voice to make fun of me: “‘Oh, Hailey, please unlock me. Please, Hailey, free me! Yada, yada, yada!’ Stop it with the begging already.”
“Hailey, that’s not what we agreed on! I have a right to express myself when I want something!”
“No, John, you agreed to wear a cock cage. You asked for it, remember? Don’t you pretend you didn’t.”
“Three…”
“Hailey…”
“Don’t talk back to me!” she got worked up. “Where was I… Oh, yes. Rule three: You do as I say, or you’ll stay caged. And I mean it. Am I clear?”
“No, Hailey, that’s not how our marriage is supposed to work! I swear, those forums you’ve been spending time on are trying to brainwash you! Please listen to me and let’s bring our relationship back to normal again. What a fucking mistake it was to ask you…”
“Normal? Normal?! You tell me, John, is you jerking off to some slut on the internet while I dress the boys normal? Huh? Is fucking your wife once in a blue moon because you’re ‘too tired’ all the time normal? No, John, I have girlfriends, and we talk, and I can tell you that’s NOT normal! And you think twice about you’re going to say to me before you break rule number three!”
I wanted to say and do many things in that moment. But Hailey had too much power over me. travesti istanbul If I did something that pissed her off, she could keep me locked up for weeks, maybe months.
So I held all of it in and I asked, “Can I at least have it off so I can trim my pubic hair?”
Hailey thought about it for a few seconds, chewing, and then she said, “Only if you use hair removal cream on your penis, balls, and ass, John. I have some you can use. And then you’ll get your whole body waxed at Hanna’s. Okay?”
“Hailey, what the fuck?! Where are you getting these ideas from? You’ve never asked me to wax my whole body, let alone remove the hair from my ass! Why would why do that?”
“Because, John. I’ve always wanted you hairless.”
“And I’ve never been. So what’s special about now?”
“You’ll do it.”
“If I don’t?”
“There’s no ‘don’t,’ John,” Hailey laughed. “You’re asking me to get unlocked, and I’m giving you the terms. You listen to what I say and you do as I ask, and don’t you doubt for a second I have our family’s best interests in mind when I do. You sure as hell don’t.”
I breathed in and out slowly, trying to find the best words for my next request. “I want to keep the hair on my hands.”
“For what? You wear dress shirts to work.”
“I roll up my sleeves when I meet people, it’s my thing.”
“Then don’t.”
“Hailey…”
“Yes, John?” Hailey stared at me like she was about to murder me.
I bit my lip until it hurt. “Fuck this, I’m going out for a smoke. Where’s the pack?”
“We’re out. The girls came over and we smoked your cigarettes. Go to the store and get some more, will you? And get the thinner ones I like, not the fat ones that make me cough.”
I blinked repeatedly, as if it would change anything about my inferiority in the situation, before getting up from the table, walking over to the hallway, putting on my jacket, and heading to the convenience store.
“Enjoy the walk, hon!” Hailey shouted. “And clear the table when you’re back, will you?”
“Uh huh!” I slammed the door and I started walking.
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That night, Hailey walked in on my shower and handed me a pink tube.
“Turn the water off, will you?” she commanded, “You’re getting my robe wet.”
“I’m trying to shower here, Hailey.”
“Oh, yeah? It sounded like you were playing with your ass.” She winked demonstratively.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
“Why, hon? There’s no shame in it!” She winked suggestively. “See this hair removal cream? See it? It’ll make your ass nice and smooth and leave your balls shiny. And guess what?”
“What?”
“I’ll remove the cage, sit on the toilet bowl here, and watch you do it. I may even give you a handjob, but only if you behave like a good boy.”
Hailey took off her robe and flaunted her MILF body in front of me. She wakes up at 5 a.m. every morning to go for a run. She hits the gym three days a week, and she’s about as hot as a woman with two sons in her late thirties can be, and then some more.
She bent down slowly, giving me a view of her long, slender legs and tight butt cheeks. Her perky tits pointed to the floor as she detached the brass key from the anklet and held it to her lips as if she had a secret to tell. Hailey stepped in the shower, keeping her eyes on mine the whole time, as she took the cage in her hand and turned the key with the other, staring at me excitedly and possessively. It was hot.
My mouth fell open and I closed my eyes and panted as the cage detached from the ring at the base and the urethral tube withdrew from within me. For the first time in weeks, I felt my cock… free.
“No stroking, John! Am I clear?” Hailey demanded. “You only get to lift your dick so you can put cream around it.”
“But… But it’s getting hard!”
“You let me take care of that.”
All else aside, I liked the sound of that.
“How do I…”
“You squirt out some cream, hon, and you smear it on the hairy areas. Keep it there for a few minutes, alright? I’ll tell you when it’s time to rinse it off.”
“And… my ass?”
“You squat and spread your butt cheeks nice and good so you can rub it all over. Who knows, maybe you’ll even like it? I see you’re hard as a rock to the thought of it!”
“Hailey…” I puzzled, as I put the white, frothy cream on my balls and lifted my semi-erect dick so I could put some under and then around it, “What’s up with you and my ass?”
“Why do you keep denying?” She sounded entertained.
“Denying what?”
“That you like playing with it.”
Hailey took pleasure in answering my questions with questions lately.
Only once in college had she slid a finger in my ass while blowing my cock. I remember liking it and cumming buckets in her mouth, but we never discussed it, and she didn’t do it again.
The erection felt sooo fucking good…
My heart raced and my head was spinning. I felt compelled to grab hold of my cock and beat the hell out of it, but Hailey stood there on the toilet bowl istanbul travestileri — one leg crossed over the other — her eyes spying on me like a hyena’s.
I squatted, parted my legs, and put hair removal cream on my butt like Hailey had recommended I do.
“John,” she stood up and laughed, stepping in the shower and squatting next to me, “you’re so clueless. Here, spurt some on my fingers.” She rested her left hand on my shoulder and held up the right in a demanding manner. She got closer to my ear and whispered, “You have to apply it properly.”
I was too ashamed to admit to Hailey that my cock throbbed at the sensation of her caressing my butt cheeks while she applied the white cream and made sure that no inch around my hole was left uncoated. The cream burned a little, but I found it bearable.
“There you go!” Hailey raised herself up and rinsed her hands in the bathroom sink, then washed them with soapy water. She turned to me and asked, “I see your cock’s jumping! Feels good, doesn’t it!”
My cock was as hard as a diamond, but I also felt humiliated and talked down on. It sounded as if Hailey was playing with our dog, not talking to her husband. Hailey reclined on the bathroom vanity and dried her hands with a towel. She took her phone and started doing something. I didn’t want to know what she was looking at. I stood there in the shower, waiting for the cream to settle.
“Time to wash up, hubs!” Her eyes sparkled. “Then you get a handjob from me because you were such a good boy.”
There we go with the dog talk again…
I said nothing. I didn’t want Hailey to change her mind about the handjob.
I used the plastic spatula that came with the tube to remove the hair, and then rinsed the rest off. My skin felt smoother than it had ever been, though slightly irritated from the cream’s chemicals.
Hailey walked into the shower and stood under the water for a while, getting her hair and body wet. I wrapped my hands around her, caressed her toned abs, and ran my fingers around her slit.
I could tell she loved it but then she grabbed my hands, removed them from her body, and said, “Don’t get any ideas, John. You get a handjob. Not sex.”
Hailey had this cold-blooded look in her eyes. Where had my warm, loving wife from just weeks ago vanished? Hailey seemed distant and acted like someone I didn’t know. It was like I had made a deal with the devil.
I gasped to the feeling of her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly and deliberately, leaving me short of breath and making me drop my inner monologue. She brushed her tits on my back as she went up behind me to lick my neck the way a tigress savors her prey on TV.
Hailey let go of my cock and dipped her hand in her pussy. She drenched her fingers in her slick, runny juices before massaging them onto my cock’s head. It left me weak in the knees. She then brought her hand to my mouth and made me clean what remained of the juices off. Hailey chuckled as my tongue mopped up the mixture of spit, pussy juices, and my own precum.
“Look at you throbbing!” She looked down at my cock and her chuckling turned to brittle, ball-crushing laugher. “You just can’t help but cum, can you?” I always prided myself on lasting long. However, three weeks of wearing the cage had taken their toll. I was about to cum prematurely and explode on my wife’s hand after barely a few strokes. I tilted my head back for a kiss and said, “Hailey, I miss you,” trying to divert the topic.
But she looked at me demandingly and said, “Answer my question, hon. Are you about to cum?”
“I am.”
“How cute!”
Cute… Cute. “Cute” is NOT the word you want to hear your wife using when she’s holding your cock in her hand.
Hailey leaned in. I felt her breath in my ear when she whispered, “You get to cum only if you eat it off my hand,” pausing the stroking. “Do you understand me?”
What could I say?
I could say, “Screw you!” cause a scene, and finish myself off in the shower. But then I’d have to deal with the fallout. Or I could say, “Yes,” cum in my wife’s hand, and suck it up. Literally.
Maybe John from a few weeks ago would have done differently. I said, “Yes, Hailey, I do.”
“Mmm,” she groaned huskily, “why of course you do! And you’ll lick it up nice and good because I told you so, won’t you, hon?”
“Yes, I will.”
She squeezed my shaft encouragingly.
“Okay, then. I want you to cum for me, John! Come on… Cum for me! Cum, cum, cum!”
Hailey stuck her tongue out and started swirling it before my eyes, as if she was sucking a cock. “Mmm-mmm-mmm!” she kept moaning, and stroked my cock so slow, I wasn’t sure I could cum.
Suddenly, she stopped stroking and growled, “What are you waiting for? Don’t let me do all the work! Fuck my hand if you want to cum!” I breathed through the frustration and started thrusting my hips like a wild animal so I could fuck her fingers the way I used to fuck her moist pussy. Her grip was tight, and the orgasm built up inside my after a few thrusts.
Just as I was about to burst, Hailey took her fingers away from my cock — ruining my orgasm — and cupped her hand underneath it to collect my cum, leaving me to twitch, spasm, and shake, filling her palm with cum in hysterical little spurts.
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