Caroline lay sprawled on the bed, the faint glow of her phone screen illuminating her face as she scrolled through photos from the night. The club, the flirtation, the encounter in the side room—all of it played back in her mind like a reel of forbidden pleasures. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile, the high from her escapades still coursing through her.
Her thoughts drifted to Tim. He was likely still on the couch, stewing in his insecurities or scrolling Sasha’s social media, desperately trying to piece together what she was up to. The image made her giggle softly to herself. Clueless little Timmy, she thought. Sitting at home while I get exactly what I need.
But the thought didn’t end there. A small part of her wondered if it might be easier just to tell him. To stop pretending, stop sneaking around. What would he even do if I told him? she mused, tapping her phone idly.
She let the idea unfold in her mind, imagining the conversation. Tim would stammer, his face going pale as she admitted to her infidelities. He might protest, try to argue or even cry, but what would come of it? He wasn’t going to leave her.
Where would he go? she thought, biting her lip to stifle a laugh. Who would take him?
Caroline knew the truth. Tim wasn’t exactly a catch. Sweet, sure. Loyal, absolutely. But a man with a minuscule penis, zero confidence, and a tendency to wilt under pressure? No attractive woman would accept that—not the way she had.
And she hadn’t even truly accepted it. Not anymore.
Still, as tempting as the idea was, it didn’t excite her. A huge part of her thrill came from Tim not knowing. From his obliviousness. From the way he sat at home alone, waiting for her like a dutiful husband while she got ravished by men who could give her everything he couldn’t.
The secrecy heightened the pleasure. The contrast between her wild nights and Tim’s cluelessness made her feel alive in a way she couldn’t explain. Telling him would ruin that dynamic, strip away the fun of slipping out the door with him none the wiser.
No, she decided, stretching languidly as her thoughts solidified. Not yet. Maybe someday, but not now. I’m not ready to give up this game.
The thought brought a wicked smile to her lips. She rolled over, pulling the blanket up as her mind drifted back to the night’s events. The feeling of control, the way her body responded to someone who could truly satisfy her—it was exhilarating.
Tim didn’t need to know. Not yet. Let him stay clueless. Let him wonder. Let him sit at home, imagining but never knowing. It was better this way—for her, at least.
And that was all that mattered.
Tim sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands as the weight of the day pressed down on him. His thoughts were a whirlwind, a tangled mess of anger, humiliation, and an emotion he didn’t want to admit—desire.
He couldn’t stop replaying the moment at the beach in his mind. The laughter, the teasing, the way Sasha had yanked his shorts down in front of everyone, exposing him to their ridicule. The sound of Caroline’s laughter still rang in his ears, and the memory of the other women pointing and giggling at his expense made his stomach twist.
Sasha had stripped him of every ounce of dignity that day, treating him like a joke, a plaything for her amusement. And yet…
Tim clenched his fists, trying to fight back the images that kept creeping into his mind. Sasha in her tiny black thong, her thick hips swaying and ass jiggling as she walked across the sand. The way her full, rounded breasts spilled out of her bikini top, barely contained, bouncing with every step. The confidence she exuded, the way she commanded attention without even trying—it was magnetic.
She’s the reason Caroline’s changed, he thought bitterly. Sasha had taken his sweet, innocent wife and turned her into someone he barely recognized. Caroline had always been kind, supportive, and modest. But now… she was distant, dismissive, and unapologetically provocative.
And Sasha was the catalyst.
Tim wanted to hate her. He did hate her. She had humiliated him in ways he never thought possible, mocking his penis, belittling him in front of a group of stunning women. She had turned his marriage into something unrecognizable, corrupting the dynamic he thought was safe.
But no matter how much he wanted to despise her, he couldn’t ignore the pull she had on him. The image of her at the beach, her body on full display, her teasing smirk as she caught him staring—it haunted him.
And it aroused him.
Tim gritted his teeth, his face burning as he admitted the truth to himself. He wanted her. He wanted to please her, to gain her approval, even if it meant subjecting himself to her mockery. The thought of being under her control, of serving the woman who had humiliated him, made his heart race in a way that both frightened and excited him.
What’s wrong with me? he thought, running a hand through his hair. But no answer came.
The conflict raged inside him—his anger at what Sasha had done to him, his resentment for how she had changed Caroline, and his undeniable attraction to her. He hated her confidence, her dominance, her cruelty. But he craved it, too.
Tim lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts consumed by Sasha. He hated the power she had over him, but even more, he hated how much he wanted her to use it.
As Tim lay on the bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, he scrolled through photos of Sasha. His heart raced as he landed on one particular image—a picture of her at the beach, her curvaceous figure barely contained by the impossibly small black bikini. Her thick hips and full breasts, glistening in the sun, filled the frame, and her confident smirk seemed to taunt him through the screen.
He bit his lip, his arousal overwhelming any sense of restraint. Tim slipped a hand beneath his waistband, stroking himself as he stared at the photo. He hated himself for it—he hated the power Sasha had over him, but he couldn’t resist.
Lost in the moment, he didn’t hear the sound of the front door opening or the click of Caroline’s heels on the hardwood floor.
“Tim,” Caroline’s voice cut through his haze like a knife.
Tim froze, his heart plummeting to his stomach as he turned to see his wife standing behind him, her arms crossed and her face a mix of anger and disbelief.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing as she approached him. Before he could react, she snatched the phone from his hand.
“Caroline, wait—” Tim stammered, scrambling to cover himself, but it was too late. Caroline looked at the screen, her eyes widening as she saw the picture of Sasha.
Her expression turned to one of disgust. “You’re jerking off… to Sasha?”
“Caroline, it’s not what it looks like!” Tim pleaded, his face burning with shame as he fumbled for words. “I—I wasn’t—
“Caroline, I—I can explain,” Tim stammered, his hands frantically trying to cover himself.
“Explain what? That you’re jacking off to a picture of my friend? This is disgusting!” Caroline paced the room, her anger palpable. “This is practically cheating, Tim. Do you realize how betrayed I feel?”
“Please don’t tell Sasha,” Tim begged, his voice breaking. “I’ll do anything, just… don’t tell her.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely telling her,” Caroline snapped, grabbing her phone.
“Caroline, no!” Tim dropped to his knees, tears of shame welling in his eyes. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want!”
But Caroline was already texting Sasha. Within minutes, the two were on the phone, and Caroline relayed the entire incident. Sasha’s laughter rang loud enough for Tim to hear, each peal of amusement cutting into him like a knife.
“He really did that?” Sasha said, barely able to contain her laughter. “God, that’s pathetic… But I can’t help but feel flattered in a way…”
“I can’t believe it either,” Caroline replied, shaking her head. “I don’t know what to do with him.”
“I have an idea,” Sasha said, her tone suddenly gleeful. “It’ll be perfect. Trust me.”
Caroline listened, her expression shifting as a sly smile crept across her lips. “You know… that’s actually brilliant.”
Later that evening, Tim was sitting on the couch, his head hung low as Caroline returned. She stood in front of him, holding a small pink object in her hand.
“Caroline… what’s that?” Tim asked nervously, his stomach sinking.
“This,” she said, holding up the tiny pink chastity cage no more than 2” in length, “is your new reality. After what you did today, I talked to Sasha, and since you can’t control yourself, we both think that this is what’s best for you.”
Tim’s face turned crimson. “Both?! Why does she get a say?! You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious,” Caroline said firmly. “If you can’t keep your hands off yourself—especially when it comes to my friends—you don’t get to touch yourself at all. Sasha even picked the color.”
“Caroline, please,” Tim begged, his voice trembling. “I’ll do better, I promise!”
“You’ve proven you can’t be trusted,” Caroline said, her tone ice-cold. She handed him the cage. “Put it on.”
Tim hesitated, his hands trembling as he took the humiliating device. Caroline stood over him, her arms crossed, her expression expectant. Swallowing his pride, he fumbled with the cage, finally locking it in place.
“Good boy,” Caroline said mockingly, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face. “This weekend, while I’m out with the girls, you’ll be locked up. No touching yourself, no distractions—nothing.”
Caroline sat on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed as she looked down at Tim. He couldn’t meet her eyes, his face still flushed from the embarrassment of being caught and the humiliation of the small pink chastity cage now locked securely around him.
“Tim,” she began, her tone sharp but calm, “what happened earlier wasn’t just disgusting—it was disrespectful. To me, to our marriage, and to Sasha.”
Tim’s head snapped up, panic flashing in his eyes. “Caroline, please, I—”
“Save it,” she interrupted, raising a hand. “You’re going to apologize to her.”
Tim’s mouth fell open, and he shook his head instinctively. “No—Caroline, I can’t do that. I can’t face her after this. Please, don’t make me—”
“Oh, you can, and you will,” Caroline said firmly, cutting off his protests. “Sasha deserves an apology after what you did. You’ll explain yourself, and you’ll thank her for how much she’s done for us.”
“Thank her?” Tim echoed, his voice incredulous.
“Yes,” Caroline said, her eyes narrowing. “Because Sasha has been a huge influence on me. Thanks to her, I’m happier and more fulfilled than I’ve ever been. She’s opened my eyes to things I didn’t even realize I needed, and you should be grateful for that.”
Tim’s stomach churned at her words. Fulfilled? he thought bitterly. The implication was clear, though he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Caroline leaned closer, her voice softening but still firm. “You’ll apologize, Tim. To her face. And you’ll thank her for being such a good friend to me. Do you understand?”
Tim looked down, his hands trembling in his lap. “Caroline, please… don’t make me do this. It’s too much.”
“No, Tim,” she said coldly, standing up. “What’s too much is what you’ve done. You don’t get to hide from this. You’ll face it, and you’ll show some enthusiasm if you ever hope to be released from your little cage”
Tim swallowed hard, his throat dry. He hated the thought of facing Sasha after everything, hated the idea of looking her in the eye while she mocked him again. But deep down, he knew he didn’t have a choice.
Caroline’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she watched him squirm. “Good. Then it’s settled.” She turned to leave the room, pausing at the door to glance back at him. “And Tim? When this is over, you might even thank me for giving you this opportunity.”
As she walked out, Tim sat frozen, his chest tight with humiliation and dread. The thought of what was to come was unbearable, but Caroline’s control over him left no room for escape.
The doorbell rang, and Tim’s heart sank into his stomach. He stood nervously in the living room, hands clasped in front of him, while Caroline walked confidently to the door. She turned to him before opening it, her expression stern but composed.
“Be polite,” she said firmly.
Tim swallowed hard and nodded.
When the door opened, Sasha stepped inside, radiating confidence. She wore a snug, low-cut top that hugged her curves, paired with short denim cutoffs that showed off her long legs and thick thighs. Her effortless beauty and natural confidence filled the room, and Tim immediately averted his gaze, his face flushing.
“Sasha,” Caroline said warmly, leaning in to greet her.
“Thanks for having me over,” Sasha replied, her tone lighter than Tim expected. She glanced at him briefly, her lips curling into a faint smile. “How’s it going, Tim?”
Tim fidgeted, unsure how to respond. “I… I’m fine,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.
“Good,” Sasha said, stepping into the room she paraded past Tim to flaunt her body knowing the effect it has on him, her movements graceful and relaxed. Sasha seated herself close to Tim on the couch, their legs touching. She faced him, and her ample cleavage on display added to Tim’s discomfort.
“Well, I hear you have something to say to me.”
Tim’s face burned, and he hesitated, his throat dry. Caroline cleared her throat, giving him a pointed look.
“I’m sorry,” Tim finally said, his voice shaky. “For what I did. It was wrong and… disrespectful.”
Sasha tilted her head, her expression softer than he expected. “Thank you for saying that, Tim,” she said gently. “I know it probably wasn’t easy to admit.”
Tim exhaled slightly, some of the tension in his chest easing.
“And?” Caroline prompted, her tone pressing.
Tim winced, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. “And… thank you,” he continued reluctantly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Thank me?” Sasha asked, her tone curious but encouraging.
Tim nodded, his cheeks burning. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for Caroline. She’s… happier now because of you.”
As Tim stammered his apology and reluctant thanks, his thoughts swirled in a storm of conflicting emotions. He was groveling before the woman who had humiliated him in front of everyone, the same woman who had pantsed him and exposed his deepest insecurities for her amusement. Worse still, she was the one who had transformed Caroline into this confident, untouchable version of herself—a version Tim barely recognized.
The words burned as they left his lips, each one a reminder of how powerless he was. And yet, beneath the humiliation, there was something else—a strange exhilaration at the sheer power Sasha held over him. She had the ability to dismantle him completely with a word, a glance, and it both terrified and thrilled him in ways he hated to admit
A warm smile spread across Sasha’s face, she reached up and brushed Tim’s cheek and place her hand on his lap. “I’m glad to hear that, Tim. Caroline deserves to be happy. You’re very lucky to have her as your wife.”
Tim nodded, his face still flushed.
Sasha leaned forward slightly, her tone soft but serious. “You know, Tim, it’s important to learn from these moments. What you did wasn’t okay, but I’m not here to hold it over you. I think the cage will be the best thing for you, take this as a chance to improve your self. Be the husband Caroline deserves.”
Tim’s heart pounded in his chest. While her words weren’t as sharp as he feared, they still hit him with the weight of truth, leaving him feeling small but slightly relieved.
Caroline watched the exchange with a satisfied expression. “Well, I think that went well,” she said, her tone light as she turned to Sasha.
Sasha nodded, standing up and grabbing her bag. “By the way, don’t forget about the pool party tomorrow,” she said, flashing Caroline a knowing smile. “You’re wearing that tiny pink thong, right?”
Caroline grinned, her mind immediately drifting. “Of course. How could I forget?”
“And Marcus will be there,” Sasha added casually, her tone playful.
Caroline’s grin widened, a spark lighting up her eyes. Marcus, she thought, her pulse quickening at the memory. How could I ever forget him and the way he made me feel?
Tim, still standing awkwardly in the corner, stiffened at the mention of Marcus. His stomach churned, and his mind raced, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.
Sasha gave Tim a small wave as she walked to the door. “Take care, Tim. Remember what we talked about.”
When the door closed behind her, Caroline turned to Tim, her smile lingering as she collected her thoughts. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she said breezily before heading to the bedroom, leaving Tim stewing in discomfort and fear of what tomorrow might bring
The next day, the summer sun blazed high in the sky as Sasha pulled into Caroline’s driveway. Caroline stepped outside, her tiny pink thong bikini peeking out beneath a light cover-up, her confidence palpable. Sasha gave her an approving look as Caroline climbed into the car.
“You look perfect,” Sasha said with a grin. “Marcus won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.”
Caroline felt a flutter in her chest at the mention of Marcus. She tried to play it cool, but the thought of seeing him again sent a thrill coursing through her. “You’re terrible,” she said with a laugh, though her tone betrayed her excitement.
The pool party was already in full swing when they arrived, the air filled with the sounds of laughter, splashing water, and upbeat music. Caroline and Sasha strutted in, immediately drawing eyes with their stunning figures and confident presence.
Caroline’s gaze scanned the crowd, and then she saw him. Marcus stood near the pool, shirtless and effortlessly commanding attention. His broad chest glistened in the sunlight, and his swim trunks did little to conceal the undeniable bulge beneath. It was impossible not to notice, and Caroline’s breath caught as her eyes lingered.
Her mind betrayed her, conjuring vivid memories of their last encounter—the way he had made her feel, the raw intensity, the sheer size of him. She thought of Tim at home, locked up in his tiny pink cage, unable to even get hard, and the stark contrast sent a shiver through her and turned her on immensely.
How could he ever compare? she thought, biting her lip as her body reacted to the memory.
Caroline knew right then and there, as Marcus caught her gaze and gave her a slow, knowing smile—she needed to have him again
Caroline made her way across the poolside, weaving through groups of partygoers until she reached Marcus. He turned toward her, his confident smile widening as he took in her figure.
“Caroline,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the ambient noise. “You look stunning.”
“Marcus,” she replied, her voice low and warm. “It’s been a while.”
They exchanged small talk for a few moments, the conversation light but charged with unspoken tension. Caroline couldn’t help but let her eyes drift downward briefly, the undeniable bulge in his swim trunks rekindling vivid memories. She bit her lip, her heart racing.
“Can we talk somewhere more private?” she asked, her tone laced with intent.
Marcus’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a knowing grin spreading across his face. “Lead the way.”
Caroline guided him toward a small, unused changing room near the back of the pool area. Once inside, the air between them grew electric. Marcus stepped closer, his hand grazing her arm.
“Caroline,” he said softly, his voice tinged with amusement, “what’s on your mind?”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned up, capturing his lips in a heated kiss while reaching down his shorts and stroking him. She pulled her suit bottoms to the side. “I need you inside of me.”
Marcus gently inserted himself into Caroline and she whimpered, struggling to accept his massive girth. She loved how full she felt, she loved how she struggled to fit him inside of her.
As Marcus started slowly thrusting into her, Caroline’s thoughts flickered to Tim—alone at home, locked away and utterly clueless. The stark contrast between Marcus’s power and size and Tim’s helpless, tiny penis, heightened every sensation, every thrust sending a thrill through her.
“Harder, Harder!” Caroline screamed, her appetite insatiable as she pressed back into him.
Marcus began thrusting vigorously. Caroline bit her lip, squeezing a grab bar for dear life, just barely able to handle it all. She loved the way her body felt as she was fucked, the way her hair swayed, her ass vigorously jiggling and her breasts bouncing with every thrust. A sharp contrast from the pitiful short pumps she used to receive when she used to let Tim have sex with her.
The world outside the small room melted away as Caroline succumbed to the most intense orgasm she has ever experienced, her thoughts consumed by the excitement of reclaiming the feeling she had been chasing since their last encounter and that of her husband locked away, unable to even touch himself.
Caroline walked through the front door that evening, her steps light and her mood radiant. The pool party had been everything she hoped for—fun, exciting, and liberating. She smiled to herself, her thoughts lingering on Marcus and the memories of the day.
In stark contrast, Tim sat nervously on the couch, fidgeting with his hands. The small pink cage locked around him was a constant reminder of his situation, and his mind had been spiraling with questions since Caroline left. As she set her bag down and slipped off her shoes, he hesitated before speaking.
“Caroline,” Tim started, his voice tentative. “How… how long am I going to have this thing on for?”
Caroline turned to him, her radiant smile fading into a more serious expression. She walked over and sat down across from him, crossing her legs casually. “Sasha and I talked about that today,” she said, her tone calm but authoritative.
Tim’s stomach churned. “Sasha?”
“Yes, Sasha,” Caroline replied firmly. “She’s been helping me figure out what’s best for you. We agreed that two weeks is a good starting point—for now.”
Tim’s chest tightened as her words sank in. “Two weeks?” he repeated, his voice shaking slightly.
“Yes, two weeks,” Caroline said, leaning back into the couch. “But only with good behavior, Tim. That means no pouting when I go out, no complaining about what I wear, and no being rude to my friends. If you behave, you’ll earn your release after two weeks.”
Tim exhaled slightly, a wave of relief washing over him. Two weeks, he thought. I can handle that. If I behave, I’ll be free.
“And if I don’t behave?” Tim asked nervously.
Caroline’s gaze sharpened, her tone as steady as ever. “Then we extend the lock-up period. Simple as that. It’s up to you to decide how long this lasts, Tim.”
Tim’s face turned crimson as the reality of her words hit him. “Why… why does Sasha need to be involved in this? Isn’t this between us?”
Caroline’s expression didn’t waver. “Sasha has been a huge influence on me,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. “She’s helped me become the woman I am now—more confident, more fulfilled. She has a good perspective, and she really wants what’s best for you too. You should be grateful for her help.”
Tim opened his mouth to protest but froze as Caroline’s eyes narrowed.
“Careful, Tim,” she said coldly. “Protesting like that could result in your time being extended. Is that what you want?”
Tim’s heart raced as he stared at the floor. He was furious, humiliated, and overwhelmed, but beneath it all, a flicker of arousal stirred. The idea of Sasha having this kind of say over him—her and Caroline deciding his fate—terrified and thrilled him in ways he hated to admit.
“N-no,” he muttered finally, his voice barely audible.
“Good,” Caroline said, standing up and smoothing her dress. “Then I suggest you start being good. Remember, Tim, your behavior determines everything now. If you want to earn a release, you’ll need to prove yourself. Sasha and I will both be watching.”
Tim sat in stunned silence as she walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The unyielding weight of the cage was a constant reminder of his new reality, one where his freedom wasn’t his to control.
