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Me: “it’s been a month today.. since Valentine’s Day.”

Wife: “Well, that doesn’t count. February is a short month. Help me with my tanning oil.”

One night she refused to unlock me. I ranted and raved and she just smiled and laughed. “I will unlock you, and let you cum, after you give me the password to your Tumblr account.” That stopped me short. My ranting and raving turned to pleading and begging. I begged her to take it off. I promised her I would delete my Tumblr. “Delete it?” She laughed. “Not until I get the chance to read every word of it.” With that, she left the room, returned without the key to my cage and told me to shut up and go to bed.

I slept very poorly that night. My cock would get hard and cramped in the cage and wake me up. I had hoped she was kidding and would unlock me the next morning, but not a chance. Laughing at me as I stood naked, but for my cock cage, to get dressed for work, she pulled my “boy undies” from my hand and gave me the panties she had worn all of the previous day to wear under my pants at work. That set the tone for every day after that. I was kept locked, no chance for release. Each day I wore her used panties from the day before. To add to my arousal and frustration I would use my tongue to please her when she got horny. She enjoyed watching my cock harden, then get trapped and pinched in the small cage. Several times a day, as she grabbed the cage and twisted it, she would remind me I could be released, and even allowed to cum, if I just gave up the password.

Finally, after two weeks, I caved. I blurted out the password, even offered to long in for her. Anything to get my cock free and to cum. She stretched out naked on the bed with her laptop, slowly going through my whole account. The postings I had made, the “likes” I had collected. It was even more humiliating standing next to the bed, watching her, knowing the depths of depravity that my account showed. Knowing that she would now know my deepest, most perverse, fantasies. Things that excite me but that I would not really want to experience. Finally, looking up at me and grinning widely, she said, “Forget that orgasm I promised you slut. You are going to be denied for a lot longer until I see just how many of these disgusting things I can actually make you do. Not get behind me and lick my ass as I go through this again to find the first thing I want to watch you do.”