Early Sunday, afternoon, I stepped out the shower to get dressed for our evening in the city. We were going to see my old college buddy perform at a stand up comedy festival. But as I got out of the shower, there my wife stood in the doorway let in hand. “Take it off.” she ordered. “My property needs some time to breathe.
So far, over that past 12 days I’ve only been granted a couple of moments unlocked for hygiene purposes and twice just to get me hard for a few minutes only to be forced back in when I calmed down.
As I was nervous about what was to come next the key seemed to jam as I turned it. I pulled frustratedly trying to force the stupid lock out. “Oh for heaven’s sake” my wife muttered as she slapped my hand aways unfastened the lock effortlessly. The she pulled the cage of and told me to hand her the base ring. “Now, go get dress we need leave the house in 45 minutes.” She commanded.
I walked to my underwear drawer to grab my briefs. “Oh, yeah, not those…” she told me. “Those are way too snug. I told you they need to breathe. Just put your pants on. The thought genuinely terrified me. Having no buffer between me and my member, as it dangles, feeling a slight graze with every movement. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t care about free balling it. But in this circumstance, my little guy, was not in a state for anything unexpected. luckily my wife reached into my pants and I heard a spraying sound. “This lidocaine, should keep you from being such a delicate thing” she teased. I sigh of relief flowed over me. It wasn’t ideal but it was something.
We arrive at the venue and to be honest during most of the show everything was fine. The only thing was that I don’t think I ever had my legs crossed so tight in my life. The only awkward moment during the show was when I needed to use the restroom. I really only needed to pee and the urinal was open… but at this point it just felt wrong. I know it had only been 12 days, but the idea of pulling my dick out while standing just seemed… unsafe. So I waited for the stall to open, I sat down and didn’t even look at what was happening below.
From then on through the rest of the night my anxiety began to build. We sat down for dinner. My wife saw my discomfort at the attractiveness of our waitress. I’m sure I stared a little too long at every mildly attractive woman that passed us. Lately when I notice an attractive lady, my manhood begins to press against my cage and all thoughts flood to my beloved. Now, it was like a horse without reigns, I didn’t have anything to remind me of who was in control. All I knew was I wasn’t. Not that I was going to do anything. Lord knows I surely just ooozed pathetic desperation.
It was that thought that through me into the abyss. Not the awareness of my pathetic desperation, but the sudden realization of who we were having dinner with while I was in this state. I’ve been friend with Jessie for 15 years. We’re fraternity brothers. And when we met he was a virgin with a stutter. This was long before I had discovered my submissive self. At that time, I was teaching him how to approach and talk to girls. Explaining to him how present yourself as inviting but never needy. Eventually, he started to develop his confidence and found more than one companion while we were in college… and now look at us.
15 years have passed and the awkward virgin I helped get the nerve to talk to a girl is now happily married and performing live shows on stage. Meanwhile, I’m just desperate to cum. I’m needy. Fear tingled down my spine, that somehow he knew. Somehow he could sense that I’ve become a pathetic beta male who isn’t even in charge of his own orgasms. A beta male who can’t even spend a couple hours outside of his cage without constantly fearing of cumming all over himself. I these thought flooded my head throughout dinner.
But with that fear came arousal… When dinner was finished and the check was paid I lifted the napkin from my lap, and saw a clear round massive wet spot on the crotch of my gray slacks. I had no clue what to do. We were leaving, I couldn’t just sit there waiting for it to dry. This was it, my buddy and all the restaurant were about to see how much precut can build over the course of a meal. I had to accept my fate… but suddenly a cold rush went through my crotch and I writhed as I realized my wife had accidentally knocked over a water glass right on to my pants. What serendipity and relief. My buddy and his wife were clueless as to what happened.
We went our separate ways and my wife and I got into the car. “Just so we’re clear, I didn’t knock over the glass for your sake.” My wife smirked. “It’s just that I liked that restaurant and I don’t want to go back being known as the lady married to the loser who cums in his pants.” I thanked her anyway for saving me. “What is a good domme for if not to keep her subby safe right? That’s what that book you gave me said anyway.” She reached into her purse pulled out my cage. She’s teased, “tell you what, we have a 45 minute drive, I can leave this off and as you drive home may spend part of that using my hand to bring you to the edge… Or you can put this on right now and…” I swiped the the cage out of her hands like a cat pawing its favorite toy. I don’t think I had ever been to get my cage on and lock that quickly… “ahhhhhh” I sighed with relief… “there’s a good boy…” my wife said mockingly. “We can just spend the rest of the car ride talking about all of the women you stared at during dinner. Don’t think I didn’t notice, you little perve. Couldn’t even think to close your mouth when the waitress came by. I swear it was so pathetic. Hahaha.” She continued on about my behavior for the whole ride home. I didn’t care. In fact, enjoyed hearing her voice. All that mattered was for the first time in all day, I actually felt Safe again.
ok, bye 😄