Tim had been doing everything he could to be the perfect husband. He hadn’t complained about Caroline’s increasingly daring outfits or her nights out with Sasha, and he had been dutiful and supportive in every way he could manage. But after two weeks of chastity, the frustration was unbearable. His focus was slipping, and Caroline’s teasing, deliberate wardrobe choices weren’t helping.
The morning of the 14th day in chastity, Tim sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, when Caroline walked in wearing an oversized shirt that barely covered her thighs. Her bare legs seemed to go on forever, and Tim immediately felt the familiar strain of the cage.
“Morning,” she said casually, her tone light. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat across from him, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.
“I was thinking,” she began, “Sasha could use a hand around her house today. She mentioned she has some cleaning and organizing to do, and I told her you’d be happy to help.”
Tim froze, his chest tightening. The thought of going to Sasha’s house was both tantalizing and terrifying. He was being expected to serve the woman who had humiliated him, who had locked him in chastity and changed his marriage forever.
Caroline noticed his hesitation and raised an eyebrow. “You’ll go, I know you’ll be excited to see her. Be respectful, do as she says, and don’t make me regret sending you.”
Tim nodded quickly, his face flushed. “Yes, of course.”
“Good,” Caroline said, her smirk widening. “Now go make yourself useful.”
Tim stood nervously outside Sasha’s door, his heart racing. Two weeks had passed since he was locked in chastity, and the strain of denial weighed heavily on him. When Sasha opened the door, his thoughts scattered.
She stood in the doorway, radiating confidence, her tiny, tight booty shorts leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her full, round cheeks peeked out with every slight movement, and her snug sports bra accentuated her chest, glistening faintly in the morning sun.
“Well, well,” Sasha said with a sly smile, leaning against the doorframe. “Look who’s here. Come in, Tim.”
As Tim stepped inside, she closed the door behind him, her eyes scanning him with deliberate amusement. “So,” she said casually, her lips curling into a smirk, “it’s been, what… about two weeks since we locked you up?”
Tim’s cheeks burned, and he nodded hesitantly. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Sasha laughed softly, her tone dripping with mockery. “Two weeks… that must feel like an eternity for you,” she said, brushing past him as she walked into the house. “But I hear Caroline’s been very happy with your behavior.”
Tim nodded quickly, unsure how to respond, his eyes following her as she moved. Her hips swayed, and her perfectly sculpted backside jiggled slightly with every step.
“Tim,” Sasha said sharply, her tone playful but firm. “Eyes up here. I’d hate to have to tell Caroline that your wandering eyes got you into trouble.”
Tim’s face flushed even deeper, and he quickly averted his gaze. “Sorry, ma’am,” he muttered.
Sasha smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Let’s hope you can keep them where they belong,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
Sasha led him to the living room, gesturing to a pile of clutter and pointing out various tasks. “Dusting, vacuuming, organizing,” she said, her tone commanding. “You’ll stay busy. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tim replied, eager to please.
As Tim worked, Sasha moved around the house, her every step deliberate and calculated. She bent down to retrieve something, her shorts riding up and exposing more of her flawless skin. She reached for a high shelf, her toned midsection flexing as her sports bra shifted slightly. Every movement seemed designed to tease him, and Tim found it impossible not to steal glances.
The second time Sasha caught him, she stopped in her tracks, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Tim,” she said, her voice light but laced with warning, “I told you to keep your eyes on the work, didn’t I?”
Tim froze, his face burning. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am,” he stammered.
“I’m sure you are,” Sasha said, stepping closer. “But I think Caroline would want to know about this. Don’t you?”
Tim’s stomach dropped, and he shook his head frantically. “Please, ma’am, don’t tell her. I’ll do better, I promise.”
Sasha raised an eyebrow, letting the tension hang in the air before shrugging nonchalantly. “We’ll see. For now, focus on your work, not me”
Sasha loved the way Tim squirmed, his sexual frustration and arousal palpable with every teasing move she made. She relished the power she held over him, knowing that she was the reason his tiny penis was locked in chastity and that his wife was finally sexually satisfied and fulfilled.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted their exchange. Sasha opened it to reveal a tall, athletic man with a confident grin. They exchanged a few words before Sasha led him upstairs, her laughter echoing down the hall.
Tim returned to his tasks, but within minutes, he froze as a sound reached his ears—a rhythmic thumping from upstairs.
His stomach churned as the noise grew louder, joined by Sasha’s moans. They were raw and unrestrained, unlike anything he’d ever heard.
Each moan seemed to echo through the house, Sasha’s cries growing more frequent, more intense. Tim’s hands shook as he tried to focus, but it was impossible. The noises painted a vivid picture in his mind—one of Sasha being thoroughly and passionately satisfied.
The thumping quickened, the bed frame striking the wall with rhythmic force. Sasha’s voice rose, her cries becoming nearly primal. “Oh, yes! Fuck me! Harder!” she screamed, her pleasure carrying through the house.
Tim clenched his fists, his humiliation and arousal battling within him. The woman who had locked him in chastity, who had stripped him of his power and humiliated him, was upstairs having wild, unrestrained sex, while he cleaned her house like a servant.
He felt the cage strain painfully as the sounds continued, Sasha’s moans growing louder and more desperate. He wished it were him upstairs; what he wouldn’t give just to eat her pussy. Each cry reminded him of what he could never provide, of how inadequate he and his little penis were.
After nearly an hour, the noises stopped. Tim hung his head, the weight of the cage pressing down on him as footsteps approached from upstairs.
Sasha appeared in the doorway, her silk robe loosely tied, her hair tousled, and her face flushed. She looked radiant, utterly satisfied, her smirk more triumphant than ever.
“Well,” she said, her tone light and teasing, “let’s see how you did.”
She walked through the room, inspecting his work with an air of casual authority. Tim stood frozen, his face burning as she ran her fingers over the surfaces he’d cleaned.
“Not bad,” she said finally, turning to face him. “You can go now. And Tim?”
“Yes, ma’am?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“I’ll be letting Caroline how it went,” she said with a wink.
Tim nodded quickly, escaping out the door, his chest tight with humiliation and frustration. Sasha’s teasing, her smirk, and the sounds of her pleasure echoed in his mind, leaving him aroused, humiliated, and utterly powerless
Tim stepped through the door, exhausted from his day at Sasha’s and consumed by frustration. He had spent hours cleaning while enduring Sasha’s teasing presence and the sounds of her unrestrained pleasure upstairs. The tension in his body was unbearable, and he hoped tonight would finally bring some relief.
“Welcome home, baby,” Caroline greeted from the living room, her voice warm and playful.
Tim’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he turned to see her. She was lounging on the couch, wearing nothing but a matching light blue bra and thong, her breasts practically spilling out of the delicate lace. Her bare legs stretched out before her, the light catching the smooth curves of her body.
“C-Caroline…” Tim stammered, his breath catching in his throat.
Caroline smirked, standing and walking toward him with a sway in her hips. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve never seen me before,” she teased, her tone light but full of mischief.
Tim swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away. His frustration surged, his body straining against the cage that had confined him for two agonizing weeks.
“You’ve been so well behaved,” Caroline continued, stopping just in front of him. “Sasha told me how helpful you were today. She said you were very… obedient. She’s so impressed with you, Tim.”
Tim felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment at her words, his heart pounding as Caroline leaned in closer.
“And because you’ve been so good,” she said, holding up the key to his cage, “you’ve earned your release tonight.”
Tim exhaled shakily as she knelt down, the sound of the lock clicking open sending a wave of relief through him. The feeling of freedom was almost overwhelming, and he let out a soft gasp as Caroline removed the cage.
But just as he began to relax, Caroline’s tone shifted.
“Before we get started,” she said, her eyes locking with his, “I need you to know something.”
Tim’s chest tightened. “W-what is it?”
Caroline’s smirk widened, her voice calm but firm. “Your behavior has been so good these past two weeks that Sasha and I have decided to continue chastity indefinitely.”
Tim froze, her words hitting him like a truck. “Indefinitely?” he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Caroline nodded, brushing her hair back casually. “Two-week intervals at a minimum. Longer if necessary. Sasha and I both think this is what’s best for you Tim. Why stop something that’s clearly so effective?”
Tim’s stomach churned. “But Caroline, I—”
She held up a finger, silencing him instantly. “Careful,” she warned, her tone icy. “Complaining could have your release cancelled.”
Tim shook his head quickly, his breath shallow. “N-no,” he muttered weakly.
“Good,” Caroline said, her smirk returning. She leaned closer, her fingers wrapping gently around him, stroking him slowly with just her thumb and index finger. “Oooh,” she teased, her tone dripping with mockery. “Aw, you feel even smaller than I remember. How cute.”
Tim’s face burned, but his body betrayed him, thrusting instinctively against her hand. Caroline grinned, her free hand resting lightly on her thigh as she leaned closer.
“Do you like what I’m wearing?” she asked, her voice sultry. “Do you like how my tits look?”
Tim whimpered softly, nodding as his thrusts quickened slightly.
“I thought so,” Caroline said with a laugh. Her voice grew more teasing as she continued. “Sasha told me that she caught you staring at her, twice. Don’t think I wouldn’t find out, Tim.”
Tim froze mid-thrust, his face flushing crimson. “I-I wasn’t—”
“Don’t lie,” Caroline interrupted smoothly. “She said you were staring. You know, she noticed how flustered you got when she caught you. That cost you an extra week next lock up..”
Tim groaned desperately.
“And then… there was her guest.”
Tim’s breath hitched. “Her guest?”
Caroline’s smirk widened. “Oh, yes. Sasha told me everything. She left her door open so you could hear them upstairs. How you were so distracted by the sounds that you could barely focus on your cleaning.”
Tim’s thrusts faltered as her words twisted the knife.
“Tell me, Tim,” Caroline said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “How did it make you feel, hearing Sasha like that? Hearing her moan, cry out, scream?”
Tim whimpered, his thrusts picking up again despite his best efforts to resist.
“Did it make you jealous? I bet you wished it were you up there, don’t you? Or… did it turn you on?” Caroline said, her tone both mocking and intrigued. “The thought of Sasha being taken by someone big, someone who could make her feel that way. It did turn you on! Did you like imagining it? Do you think you could satisfy her with… this?” Caroline asked and looked down at his penis with disdain.
Tim whimpered again, his body betraying him as his short thrusts grew desperate.
Caroline leaned in, her voice barely a whisper now. “What about… Would it turn you on to hear me like that? Hmmm….To hear someone stretch me out, to fuck me like that?”
Tim’s breathing quickened, his thrusts rapid, his body trembling as he clutched at her thigh.
“Or better yet,” Caroline continued, her lips brushing against his ear, “would you want to watch me get fucked like that?”
With those final words, Tim erupted, his body spasming violently as his release overtook him. Caroline kept stroking him gently, a satisfied smirk on her face as she watched him shudder beneath her touch.
As Tim lay back, breathless and trembling, Caroline reached for the cage.
“That was quite the reaction,” she said, her tone amused as she locked him back in place. “I think we’re learning so much about you, Tim.”
Her smirk deepened as she stood and adjusted her bra. At that point she knew that things were going to change for Tim whether he knew it or not.
With that, Caroline left the room, leaving Tim alone with his thoughts, the weight of the cage, and the undeniable truth of his place in her world.
