Chastity Cage Punishment Puts Her Pathetic Boyfriend Down ♕

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

She asks, the cum soaked pair of panties hanging from her finger. She looks down at me as I kneel on the floor. I lower my head. No… I knew she would notice but I wasn’t thinking about it at the time. How could I? Her favorite pair of panties sat right at the top of her hamper when she was away at work, and when I held them to my nose they still smelled so strongly of her. I couldn’t help but wrap them around my cock and stroke. Of course, that means I made a mess of them, and now she’s threatening me with a chastity cage punishment.

We had used the cage together before, but now, as she approached me it felt more threatening. Not the edging fun we had done before. This was a chastity cage punishment, and she was going to make sure I knew it. I felt so exposed, stripped down in front of her. My cock is reacting, just starting to get hard, but that only made it hurt more. She gripped it, sliding me into the ribbed metal cage. And when my cock was fully pressed in, she pushed my balls through the strict ring at the base. It felt nearly painful as I was squeezed and pressed into that restrictive piece. But I knew this would just be the start.

Chastity Cage Punishment… WEEK?

The following week was the most sexually frustrating period of time I’ve ever been through. I swear my girlfriend started wearing skimpy clothes around the house on purpose. By the 4th day she gave up on any pretenses at all and just started prancing around in her lingerie. The first thing she would do coming home is strip down. I never got used to it. Every time I would see her body my cock grew painfully hard and strained against the cage. You could see it bulging through the gaps in the metal, filling all the space it had. It was red and started to turn purple whenever I would get hard enough. The chastity cage punishment was driving me insane. I would sit hunched over for hours, desperately stroking. Trying to get just enough friction to cum. But I wasn’t awarded that relief.

Torturous confrontation

As if it wasn’t enough, she finally drew me over the edge by getting ‘caught’ masturbating. She was laying back on our bed, fucking herself with a dildo when I walked into the room. She was so wet, I could hear as it pushed in and out of her pussy with slick sounds. My cock felt hard enough to break the cage it was in. But unfortunately, it never did. I was forced to stand there, humiliated as she got off without me. She called me up to the side of the bed. I stood by her and watched as her tits bounced while she fucked herself. Her hand reaches out and closes around my cage. A shiver rips through my whole body again. Something happens, I feel my balls ache as they stress against the cage even more. I don’t know how just one touch from her did it, but without warning my chastity cage punishment is over.

Or so I thought. She looks pretty amazed at the mess in her hand. Then looks up at me.

“Well, I guess we’ll need to start the week over then, huh?”