BlondeMaidBoy

"I know baby, you don't like cumming in your cage but this is the only way you're allowed release."

I clicked the vibrator up a level and the vibrations became not just louder but bordered on violent as I held my grip pressing it hard against his cage causing it to rattle at the contact.

"I love you like this, watching your muscles contract and twitch as the latex compresses and bends to your movements."

He moaned and whined through the gag and twisted in the straitjacket.

"Don't fight it baby, just hug yourself and try to ride through as best you can. You can't break out so why bother even trying."

I turned the level back down savouring the ride teasing him on the edge for a little longer, even wrapped in latex and muffled I could still read him like an open book, I could see how close he was and how cramped the hole all that release was trying to squeeze through.

"Just think baby after months and months of denial you'll finally have a release but if you cum like this in your cage then there's absolutely no way you're ever cumming another way ever again. I wonder if you're leaking into that condom right now all drip, drip, drip like a leaky tap or if your body is savouring it all up as if somehow a more pent-up release will make a caged orgasm more satisfying."

Lowering the setting again I watched with fascination as he writhed in his bonds as the impending orgasm receded from the cliff edge.

"Don't forget baby, you've surrendered your orgasms to me, I own them, I own your body, your mind, your entire existence..." clicking the vibrator to max I laughed a little as my squirming little pet strained in his binds, leaning closer whispering into his ear I lightened the pressure so while the vibrator was maxed out the sensations faded as the latex lifted away leaving only ghostly sensations of pleasure.

"This will only happen when I want and I'm not ready yet."

Moving the vibrator down to his thigh I let him feel what he was missing out on and I watched as he pathetically tried to chase the wand but with his movements restricted as they were it was a futile endeavour.

He mumbled something and I knew immediately what he was trying to say. 'God please!'

"Yes sweetie I am your god, your goddess who lets you worship the ground she walks on. So remember baby, while it might be about your pleasure today, tomorrow, the next day and the next, every single day is about me and my pleasure, you'll obediently serve me, do my chores, clean my dishes, wash my clothes, soak my latex and dry it by hand, you'll lick me wherever I want and fuck me with everything I desire except your locked up little cock. The days will blur into weeks which will roll over into months and maybe even years just for times like today where your worship earns you a release."

Licking the latex covered ear I nibbled on it a little before twisting the knife a little bit more.

"I've got a confession sweetie. I'm really thinking about not giving you an orgasm."

The way he whimpered at my statement had my thighs clenching on instinct, he looked so pitiful and I felt like I was on cloud nine, it was fucking hot having this power and I am forever grateful for him in entrusting me with it.

"I think the way your little mound is twitching against the latex as you try to fight the cage is all the proof I need that you agree with me."

A moaning no reverberated through his gag.

"But my desire to be mean, to deny and delay is outweighed by my love for you sweetie..." I inched the vibrator a little closer to his cage and watching his body tense up in anticipation was made all the more sweeter by his lips already slipping thanks and platitudes. "But you have to do something for me first before I give you this."

Rolling the vibrator on the spot where it rested I waited for his fighting against the gag to elicit a semi-coherent 'what?'

"I want lots of noises, no clenched jaw or constrained whimpers, I want growling and screaming. If I don't think it's good enough then we have all night and for each orgasm it takes they will be deducted from your yearly amount."

Watching him nod so earnestly was heartwarming. My pathetic little latex creature desperately wanting to make me proud.

"Ready baby?" I moved the wand to just shy of the cage hovering over and I'm sure he felt the energy reverberate through the air. To say there was a lot of nodding from him seemed like an understatement.

I didn't give him a chance to adjust, in one quick movement I pressed the wand firmly against his cage, hours of teasing and edging ensured it didn't take long to bring him to a climax. At first I thought we were going to have to do this again as his whole body seemed to seize up becoming still as he pulled the bonds to their extreme limit while his lungs sucked in air all that came out were whimpers until like an elastic band he snapped back, he dropped his groin down sinking into the bed, a desperate act to run from the wand, debating whether to let him go so he'd risk a ruined orgasm seemed so tempting but I didn't want to be so cruel so I followed with the wand pressing harder against the cage making it clear that he had nowhere to go. After that attempt to flee failed he collapsed like a house of cards twisting and turning in place but what made me the most happy was his delicious noises, that little whimper did something his little manhood crushed into the cage could not, it grew, building in his lung was a noise that had me on the verge of my own orgasm when I finally heard it, he tried to say something but instead of forming syllables he growled, his head lifted up in some vain attempt to either get away or extract some form of control over the situation or perhaps ask the bound energy just rushed to his head as it was the only piece of his body not bound to something else, to be honest I didn't know and as I milked that sound from him I didn't care, I just snuck my free arm underneath bent my elbow so my hand was resting on his forehead and I pulled him back down.

"That's it baby good noises, you're doing so well."

The lump in my throat refused to budge, each breath seemed to contain too little oxygen leaving me feeling lightheaded as my pulse raced. I was just grateful that I had my wife by my side to anchor me as we made our way through all the guests at our wedding reception, she'd just thrown the bouquet and what should've been a moment of celebration had me spiralling but a promise was a promise and it only seemed right to also ask her bull for permission to marry my girlfriend who thankfully gave his approval save for two caveats. One he was going to consummate the wedding and two, he was going to be holding my keys from now on but he'd wait until the wedding vows were done and my wife recommended handing them over after she threw the bouquet, an idea which he praised.

"Do we have to?" I asked my new wife as she grabbed my hand pulling me beside her, she looked incredible, the bare shoulders highlighted her neckline and necklace while the dress she wore conformed confidently to her body before flowing into a wide skirt and short train that followed behind her.

"A deals a deal." She said cheerily raising her left hand to show off her new wedding ring. "If it makes you feel better it helps him to be sure that he's not being left out. A marriage is different than just dating, an evolution which strengthens the bonds between the two of us which leaves him feeling excluded, this is his way of asserting his bond, his control."

"How long will I have to wait?"

"What if he never lets you out?" She responded and as I felt the colour drain from my face it became clear that wasn't a scenario I had considered. To never have an orgasm again free of the confines of this small cage, to never get to reclaim my wife or even just feel the strength of an erection. "Sorry." Her voice filled with guilt at my reaction. "I shouldn't tease you like that and while I don't know any hard dates he's let slip that as long as your behaviour remains good then there is a release in your future." Her answer gave me hope but was vague enough to not actually commit to anything which I suppose made sense since soon enough it wouldn't be within either of our control anyway. "Now come on, there's no one else at his table so we might as well strike while the iron is hot."

Still digesting her words I trailed a step behind as we crossed the reception stopping every few feet as we came up to some guests who wished to congratulate us on tying the knot, my wife took great pleasure in showing off the ring that sat proudly on her finger. Eventually we were able to make our way across the floor over towards the tables aiming for the one he was currently sat at with a beer in hand and a smile that knew too much was etched onto his face.

"Congratulations to the both of you." His voice caused my wife's breath to shudder as my heart strings twisted themselves into knots at what was about to happen. Standing up as he spoke he pulled her into a deep hug, kissed her cheek before quickly running his hands down her sides, a little too intimate for a public event but quick and just short of too daring that it could be easily mistaken for close friendship, meanwhile once he turned to me he offered a hand which I accepted earning a smile from him as he firmly shook my hand, the contact was electric and if mine was only a shake I could only imagine how it was for the bride. "The beautiful bride and very lucky groom."

"Thank you." We both spoke in unison earning a chuckle from him which had both of us blushing like teenagers.

With her free hand she reached between her breasts fingers slipping underneath the dress before pulling them back out now holding onto a set of keys on a small little keyring. "Now...back to our little agreement."

She moved to hand them to him but he stopped her leaving them dangling between them, my eyes darted to the rest of the room but thankfully somehow nobody was paying us too much attention.

"Are you sure about this?" I wasn't looking when he spoke and it wasn't until I turned back to look at them that I realised his eyes were on me, waiting.

"Y-yes, we want you to have them."

He plucked them from her fingers, my approval was the only thing standing between him and them.

"I can't wait to finally cum in you." He spoke cooly and matter-of-factly with an underlying energy of excitement. She looked at my wide eyes with a guilty expression. "Did she not tell you? You've forsaken these and it only seemed fair she gave something up as well, those pesky condoms so I hope your tongue is ready to do a lot of cleaning up duties."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek whispering to me as she did so. "I was going to tell you later."

"It's alright." I answered and I took her hand into my own making it clear that it was alright.

"You don't mind if I hold onto these for a while?" He looked at me with a smile as he spun the keys playfully around his finger.

"No sir, I don't mind."

"Could be a while until these get used again, that's not a problem is it? You're not gonna whine or complain about it... That's not a question it's a fact."

"I understand."

"Great." He smiled widely pocketing the keys nonchalantly before gesturing to the rest of the reception. "Now go back to enjoying your first day of a married couple because your first night is all mine." We moved to leave and while it was still just the three of us he added. "I'm not going to change my mind, you'll stay locked for the honeymoon but after that, well it's all to play for and let's just say I can't wait to consummate this new relationship."

My new wife whispered in agreement adding quietly but loud enough for the three of us to hear. "I know most brides look forward to their wedding day but I just can't wait for the wedding night."

Chores done I had finally earned the right to watch, I wouldn't be tortured by the sounds anymore, each step up the stairs hammered in my heart, I'd seen them hundreds of times by now but my reaction was always the same, my heart would race while simultaneously trapped in a vice, my cage would throb and pulse dribbling into the panties that held it and it's cage in place, it was always what to do with my hands that would send submissive waves of energy over me, if I was sent to the corner either facing the wall or them I could put them behind my back, if I was asked to kneel in front of them I'd have to put them on my thighs or if I was feeling especially brave I could ask to hold her hands.

The door was already open, a test of my strength to not take a peak as I walked past be it to and from the main bathroom or as I carried fresh bedding to the guest room but this time was different, this time I could look and not get in trouble. His room had been washed off your efforts to aid their lovemaking, the mood candles extinguished, the music turned right down and the mood lighting switched off, undoubtedly his work to take control, to make any desire to peek harder and with the music down the sounds of them would be all I could focus on.

"C-c oh fuck." My wife moaned trying to ask me something but as if rewarding and punishing the both of us her bull shifted slightly causing her head to sink into the mattress as she moaned loudly.

"Chores done?" He asked sternly. I curtsied as I answered.

"Yes sir."

"Corner now." He nodded before answering, his words earned a desperate whine from my wife, was it the ease in which he took charge over me that elicited that reaction or did she want me closer. If she was going to say otherwise I didn't give her a second to countermand him as hurried into the corner but I didn't face the wall, I turned facing them, my moment of bravery, he looked over and chuckled evidently finding my decision amusing, perhaps he meant me to face the wall or he just wanted to see how I'd end up.

Watching them came with its own set of troubles, in the position they were in his hands were planted on her hips directing and keeping control, her body responded to each thrust dutifully, her ass cheeks would shake and under his guided hands her hips would roll. To my wife I might as have fallen off the edge of the Earth, I didn't blame her as she surrendered to it all, they were in prefect sync.

It was strange, I used to have so much performance anxiety and if you'd asked me right now if I had any I'd say no, after all I didn't have to worry about disappointing her with my inadequate stamina or small size, we had all acclimated to her bull, he definitely didn't suffer from any sort of performance anxiety, after the first time they'd slept together my wife had made it clear, there was absolutely no way to go back, a bridge had been crossed and it couldn't be uncrossed. You'd think watching the literal embodiment of my inadequacy would fuel that fire but it didn't, no instead I got to watch with a mixture of pride and humbling pie as he reached parts of my wife I could only dream of, as he brought her to heights I could never reach.

Suddenly my wife's breath shuddered to a stop her toes curled and her grip of the bed was so tight she ripped the bedding and unlike my barely one minute fumbling attempts these wouldn't be one-sided as he moved one up to her shoulder he pulled her down deeper onto him while the other laced tightly around her hair he pulled her head back and twisted it so she'd be forced to look at me, she started spasming as she screamed higher and higher until it reached above human hearing, joining her chorus he moaned deeply as he thrusted a final time and his whole body clenched once then twice and then again and again, I could only watch from the safety of my corner as each little grunt signalled another load, my mind rushed back to earlier, my sipping down a little pill as I ensured plenty of plan b was stocked.

My wife collapsed onto the bed once her invisible strings were seemingly cut and he fell on top of her, hand still interlocked with her hair he guided her into a kiss. Suddenly I felt like an intruder into their post orgasm bliss, their bodies were covered in sweat so I thought they'd appreciate some water but if I thought my shuffling would go unnoticed I was wrong.

"And where are you going?" My wife asked looking over his shoulder and straight at me, he leant back looking over his own shoulder and in an instant I was brought to the centre of their attention.

"To get some water."

They both shook their heads and beckoned me closer which as I approached surprised me as he moved to get up, taking me by the hand while my wife rolled onto her back he led me into the bed and I knew what they wanted, interlocking his hands into some hair again except this time it was mine and I was given no time to prepare or thank them.

My hands shot up to grip her thighs but after just a few seconds of holding them he pulled both hands behind my back and something cold and metal were wrapped around them, testing them I realised they were obviously handcuffs.

"Don't worry about your hands, she'll guide you, just focus on the taste and I'll get the water." His words had my eyes widening, even with just water he always left things out of place, splashed water out of the sink or left ice cubes to melt on the side or only took my prepared slices of lime and lemons but never replaced them. It truly hammered home how pathetic I was that even with my head between my wife's thighs I was still focused on serving them, on chores, I think I've been in this uniform too long.

He moved to leave closing the door behind him and the room fell into darkness and I realised why he'd done that, robbed of touch and sight sent my taste buds into overdrive, his taste was already well familiar to me but now it was stronger, my cage felt incredibly tight as a surge of energy pooled in my groin and images of my wife's face as she orgasmed flashed like a powerpoint behind my eyes and before I could process what was happening I felt myself leak, well more than leak but it wasn't an explosion like there's, my balls tensed and then my panties were soaked.

"Your whimpering little orgasm there..." my wife somehow knew what had happened. "That's the most pathetic things I've ever heard, simmering away in the dark, that lack of self-control is why you're locked up, and why you'll never fuck me again."

A lump formed in my throat and she sensed how close to the line she was.

"Too much?" She asked voice devoid of the teasing venom from a moment ago.

"Never?" I asked looking up in the dark at her shadow silhouetted frame.

"Of course not darling but if you don't put that tongue back where it belongs I'll start considering it."

Her threat was empty but I still dropped back down without a second thought. I tried to focus on the sounds she was making and how her body responded to my tongue but as I felt her get closer to the edge her hand came to rest on my head stilling me.

"Careful there, that's not your job anymore."

"Oh my God you really do have him all locked up!" One of my girlfriend's friends spoke as she raised my skirt up as I served up the drinks her group had requested. They couldn't believe my new look and demure nature, not that I didn't blame them, it's still a shock to me sometimes.

"I know..." my girlfriend spoke as she gestured for me to hand her purse over which I promptly did so, she reached in and pulled out a small little box that fit into the palm of her hand, the side facing up had a keypad on it, she looked up at me with a knowing smile. "Look away Honey."

Doing as ordered I looked down at the middle of the table which was covered in poker chips, money and empty drinks, I shuffled the serving tray and started to collect up the glasses to distract myself from the beeping of the code my girlfriend was inputting. The box made a little ringtone of confirmation and I heard it slide open and she placed the keys to my cage in the middle of the table.

"Let's up the ante ladies, how about we gamble on the new hot thing in the room?" She turned to look at me again. "Honey grab me the playing cards will you."

Heels clicking as I made my way over to the drawer they were kept in I could hear them whispering amongst themselves and as I walked back they all watched me like a pack of hunting wolves tracking they're prey. I passed her the pack and she pulled out a marker pen from her purse, I couldn't see from my angle what she was writing on the back of them until she placed them into the middle of the room.

One day, pick her outfit.

A weekend visit, chores and more.

One week loan, chores, training and more.

One month, each Friday-Saturday 24hrs anything goes but no unlocking.

Three months, every Sunday, Chores and deep clean.

Six months keyholding, decide her lock up time and releases.

The cards were spread in order from least amount of time to most just under where their poker cards would be placed whenever the dealer drew the cards.

"The rules are simple, the winner of each round gets the card with the lowest amount of time stated unless they already have one, once everyone has a card they can only be used with all ins or they can withdraw from the game. Sound good ladies?"

They all hummed in excited acknowledgement and I had to stand there in silence, a maid only speaks when spoken to after all and watch. Watch each hand be played as the set of cards that would determine my foreseeable future were whittled down slowly into the hands of my girlfriend's friends. Heart racing as a different hand would reach over and take on of those damn cards while my caged member would throb each time I caught the wide smile of my girlfriend, the cards were removed from play until only one was left.

Six months keyholding, decide her lock up time and releases.

She moved the keys over on top of the last card as the chosen dealer handed out the cards to everyone but before the first round of betting was started my girlfriend ever the dutiful host raised her hand pausing the game.

"Ladies are any of us in need of refreshments?" Her question was more of a statement, she knew the answer and they all turned to me with a smile as I pulled out the little notepad tucked between my dress and apron freeing the pen that was attached to the side they all ordered cocktails, some fancy and time consuming and others easy but all would have to be made from scratch, writing them all down I curtsied silently before making my exit towards the kitchen.

I half expected somebody to appear behind me, an obvious cliche I suppose from all those adult novels and romance films but this wasn't one of them, no instead it was just me, myself and I in a tight fitting maid dress with an in-built corset that fought me for every breath, towering heels that strained my leg muscles, layers of makeup painstakingly applied by myself which required constant maintenance and a cage that took every opportunity to remind me of its presence. Squeezing slices of oranges and limes or lemons into glasses or dipping the rim of them into salt seemed so easy when compared to the slow inevitable rise of my lock up time, shot glasses of spirits and servings of mixers well stirred or shaken paled in comparison to the difficulties of scrubbing grime off the hardwood floor I was currently standing on, memories of trying without flashing my underwear appeared in my head causing the can of soda to slip from my hands as my cage throbbed hard, gripping the countertop I took in a deep breath to recollect myself before continuing.

As my time locked up went up and up these instances of submissive arousal kept increasing in frequency, I told my girlfriend and she found it incredible that my body was slowly rewiring itself to find pleasure and arousal from serving rather than erections. She immediately set about reinforcing that new connection with cages or plugs that vibrated and she'd turn them on once I completed a chore and now as I set aside each finished cocktail like a phantom vibration my manhood would jerk up in ghostly anticipation that would never arrive after one incident with a particularly strong setting had me dribbling in a ruinous release. Swallowing the lump in my throat I pushed aside that humiliating memory and set about finishing the chore at hand.

Finally finished with the prep I grabbed another serving tray and made my way out into the dining room that served as the makeshift gambling den and once I entered they all took on a hushed tone of conspiratorial voices which I realised when I reached the table why that was. The key was gone as well as the card it sat on, when I looked over at my girlfriend my expression was evidently easy to read as she just shrugged.

"I guess you'll just have to serve as all equally baby."

I'd been feminized for a while now, to say it was a new experience would be a lie but today was going to be very different, it was going to be a new series of firsts.

This would be the first time someone other than her would be in the room, it would be the first time your mistress, your goddess wasn't going to be you dom, well that's not accurate, she would be but she was also going to be submissive for him. Her dom, her ex. He'd found out about her new relationship with you and was intrigued but she knew I had a budding cuckolding fetish so it killed two birds with one stone, my goddess got laid and I got cucked.

She had this signature move, to rest her hand gently underneath my chin, it always sent a surge of submission crashing over me but this time the energy of the room was different. Kevin was there but with me feminized and her standing over me he wasn't just Kevin, he was her Kevin and she was his. He the man who she would stroke my cuck flame by reminiscing about his abilities in bed.

I heard the pleasurable moan he let out as he walked over and she took a step to the side to share the space above me with him, he mirrored her motion and placed his hand on my chin while he praised me. "That's a good girl."

The experience was confusing to say the least, complicated seemed to be more accurate, that familiar surge of submission rushed through me but it was laced with something else...Humiliation, I felt embarrassed in a way that was different whenever my goddess did it.

She sensed my confused discomfort and spoke authoritatively while moving her hand over to stroke my hair tucking some stray strands behind my ear. "If it gets to be too much you know the word."

God I did know the word but we had only just started and I'd spoken that word before that could stop this all, this wasn't one of those situations so I didn't push that safety button but I did tap it.

"Yellow." I said and she smiled proudly that I knew my limits.

"What is it?" She asked knowing I something on my mind before I even realised myself.

"He's important to you?" It sounded like a question but it wasn't, I meant it to sound like a fact, her hand returned to my chin stroking it and gently guided his hand away.