Wedding Night - Renewal of Vows
Second part of my femdom/chastity/cuckold short story. But you can also read it as a standalone. Have fun and tell me what you think! :)
‘My darling, will you come into the living room?’
Her clear voice still made his heart leap. Even after all these years. He immediately rushed to the living room of the house they had bought together in their fifth year of marriage. They had now been married for 10 years. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and it was clear that she had just returned from the gym. There was a small towel around her shoulders. Her hair was tied tightly in a bun and a few strands were stuck to the side of her head. Her cheeks were still flushed and took on the same color as when she had sex. The sight aroused him. It didn't take much, sometimes she just had to look him in the eye, and he got all hot. He loved her so much. And she loved him back for his devotion, his care and everything he was prepared to give up for her.
She grinned and beckoned him over. He came closer and sat down on the sofa facing her. She held out her hand and he took it as she smiled at him.
‘Well, we can do something about that.’
‘Oh yes, what?’ she asked playfully, placing a hand on his cheek.
‘Hmmm, let me think about it...’
She pulled him slightly towards her and kissed him gently and deeply. His breathing quickened. Her lips tasted a little salty after the workout. As their kissing intensified, he moved down to her neck. She was breathing deeper now, too. While he kissed her neck, she took off her trousers and then her hand pushed him away softly.
‘Should I kneel in front of the sofa or would you prefer it another way’ he asked. After hundreds, rather thousands of times, he realized that she didn't want a long foreplay today. She simply needed satisfaction, fast and instinct-driven rather than romantic and sensitive.
She threw one of the large cushions off the sofa and stood up.
‘Lie down,’ she took off her panties, too.
He could already smell her. He loved her feminine odor, even when it was as intense as it was now. After he layed down on his back, she knelt over him, her hands next to his hips and her crotch now very close to his face. The sight still overwhelmed him and his cage was already more than tight. He had been wearing it for ten years now: firmly attached to his piercing and absolutely secure. She always wore the key on a small silver chain around her ankle. She used to wear the keys around her neck, but on her wedding night she had decided to change the location — symbolizing that their vows would now last forever, in many ways. Only on rare occasions had the key left this place. Sometimes at the airport just before the security check, sometimes for health check-ups. And now and then, just like that, when she felt like teasing him or even giving him an orgasm. But you could count that on two hands. He was never allowed to ask for it. And he had stuck to it, without exception. He was faithful to her and would remain so forever. For him, she was the noblest, wisest and most beautiful being in this universe. His goddess.
He was just about to start kissing her thighs, just the way she liked it, when she lowered herself onto him and pressed her glistening vulva onto his mouth. He would have liked to comment that she must be really horny, but his mouth was busy fulfilling her urges. She rubbed herself over him impetuously and was already starting to moan, which wouldn't normally happen after just a few seconds. Even his nose was already wet.
‘Fuck,’ she gasped, ‘lick my ass, too.’
It was no longer his style to be hesitant. Full of devotion, he complied with her wishes, always and everywhere. Of course, she made sure that his needs were also met. His true needs.
After she had felt his tongue on her bottom for a while and had calmed down a little, she undid his belt and trousers. She liked to look at his locked penis while she sat on him. It excited her and simply made her happy. Sometimes she ran her finger over the bare skin between the steel bars. It drove him crazy. She wasn't surprised that a glistening trickle ran down his testicles from the top of his cage. She loved that, too. It was a sign of his devotion to her. She took a little of his drop of frustration and guided it to her mouth. She liked the taste. Sometimes she even licked it off his cage and looked seductively into his eyes, just like she did with the men who got to feel her mouth. No one had ever done that to him before and she knew that he tried to visualize it in his wettest dreams. The thought that it would probably stay that way forever excited her so much that she pressed her vulva against his mouth again.
‘You know...’ she said breathlessly ’while I was at the gym, a thought occurred to me. Some couples renew their vows after a few years. After ten or twenty-five or so. And I like the idea. And... I thought of something. Wow, just the thought of it...’
Her legs trembled and she moaned loudly, her pelvis twitching. A gush of liquid splashed into his mouth and onto his face. She moved slightly away from his face as the stimulation became too intense for her. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and breathed, coming back to the here and now with a clearer head.
‘The sofa...’ he said with a laugh and licked his lips.
She took the towel from her shoulders, wiped herself clean and handed it to him for his face.
‘I don't think anything's gone wrong,’ he said.
‘Put it under your head.’
She gave his balls a smack and he obeyed. Using her thumb, she opened his mouth and carefully placed herself over him, a few inches away. It took a few seconds for her to relax. First it dripped briefly, then it became a stream. They were well attuned, and she gave him breaks to swallow.
‘Phew, that was urgent,’ she said and stood up to pull the towel from under his head and dry herself and then his mouth.
She took his legs and indicated that he should sit down. He did and she took off his trousers but left his white and barely pink panties on. They consisted almost entirely of frills. She straightened it a little so that it sat well over the cage and then sat down on the floor in front of him, her hand resting on his thigh, close to his crotch, which she was also looking at.
‘Soo,’ she said, then looked at him intently. ‘I thought it would be a good idea to renew our vows on our tenth wedding anniversary. In a very small circle. And it's actually a bit more about something other than our wedding vows. That would also be a bit stuffy, as marriage is anyway. Instead...’ Her hand rested on his cage, above his panties. ‘I've thought of something else...’
‘Please don't make it so exciting,’ he pleaded with jittery. He had no idea what was about to happen, but he knew it would be incisive.
‘I want to have sex with you again so that you have a memory. A good one. Then I want to put the cage back on you and it will stay that way. Forever. Without exception. Except in an emergency, of course.’
He swallowed. She continued to look deep into his eyes. A few seconds passed. He detected longing and tension in her gaze. And perhaps also a hint of uncertainty or urgency.
He exhaled, grasping for words.
She could feel the blood pooling in his penis again under her hand. The whole cage lifted a little. She nodded very slightly, as if this was the confirmation she had been looking for. She closed her eyes briefly and then looked at him again.
‘That means... I'll never touch your penis again. You'll never do it yourself again. Of course, we'll never have sex again either. You won't even be unlocked to feel what it's like to get a real erection.’ The next words made him tremble. She spoke them very slowly, almost with relish: ‘Never again.’
‘Do I have a choice?’ he asked quietly.
‘Yes. In this case, you do. Think of it... as a second engagement. I'm proposing to you. It's not just something you're giving me. I'm also giving you my care, my loyalty, my gratitude. It would mean a lot to me. And I know that it means a lot to you, too. In every respect. But if you want to decide against it, then I can accept that. Then things will stay as they are now.’
The emotions he felt were indescribable. He felt more at the same time than ever before in his life. The turmoil almost made him dizzy. Love, fear, devotion, longing, excitement, frustration, tension, warmth, infatuation, irritation, gratitude, pain, ... He didn't know what was pounding harder, the heart in his chest or the blood in his member. He could also see in her eyes how much this conversation was triggering in her. He could even feel her hand trembling slightly, still resting on his cage.
‘So...’ She knelt upright, took both his hands in hers and looked him in the eye again.
‘Would you like to get engaged a second time? And celebrate our tenth anniversary in a very special way?’
Just an hour ago, he couldn't have imagined what an important decision he had to make today. Even though she rarely let him out of the cage, he often thought about when the next time would be. These unlockings were like handholds on a climbing wall that gave him support, one after the other, at long intervals. Now he had to decide whether to let himself fall into her rope that was supposed to secure him. Or whether he would continue to cling to the wall in an eternal endeavor to which there would be no end. The end would only come when he gave up, he realized, when he let go. And he trusted her more than anything. He would trust her with his life.
So far, she had never made a decision that was bad for their relationship. Why should it be any different this time? He thought about his throbbing penis trying to fight against the metal bars. He thought about how it felt when she slowly removed the cage, and his penis grew to it's full size. How incredible it felt after months or years. To feel her hand. How it often only took a few movements to bring him to climax. And how natural it felt when she pressed his half-stiff member back into the cage. He could see in her eyes how eagerly she wanted a yes and how much the thought excited her. It almost felt like an orgasm to say those words. An orgasm that wasn't sexual. And at the same time the most arousing thing he had ever felt.
‘Yes, I do,’ he said in a trembling voice. She cried out with joy and threw herself at him.
The following weeks they spent a lot of time talking about what the engagement would mean for them and although their relationship was already very beautiful and intense, they felt like new lovers. Whenever he pleased her, which happened more than ever, he thought about how he would soon feel her again and imagined how it would feel. She imagined how she would turn the key one last time, how his cute little penis would erect, how insignificant it would feel and, finally, how she would close the lock one last time with a soft click. She would never forget the sound.
It was late in the evening on the day of their second engagement. There were empty champagne glasses on the kitchen table with a large golden ten hanging above them. The music coming from the speakers was loud, so loud that the noise from the bedroom was barely audible. He hadn't heard that sound for a long time and it made his heart leap with excitement every time, accompanied by a sweet little twinge. Sometimes it was lighter, sometimes darker, sometimes the intervals were larger or smaller. He had only learnt about this sound a few years ago and only then did he really understand some things. That it wasn't just a game to humiliate him, but that there was a pure, sincere need behind it that not many people could fulfil. At some point, she had explained to him that she was secretly annoyed by phrases like ‘size doesn't matter’. Sure, it wasn't important for many people, but it was for her. She would have found ‘size doesn't matter for some’ more accurate. He knocked on the closed door to the bedroom at 10 pm sharp, as she had instructed him to do. No one answered, so he opened the door. He glanced at the empty but shaken bed and then at the naked bodies standing in front of a wall. He could barely recognize her behind the other two, only that her hands were resting against the wall. He could see her feet, on tiptoe, trembling. The chain with the key shook rhythmically. This sound which was coming from her throat was now clearly audible. He cleared his throat, but no one seemed to take notice of him.
‘Sorry,’ he said a little louder. ‘It's ten o'clock now.’
Only after a few seconds did the answer come.
‘N-not now... my angel... Not now!’ she managed to squeeze out before the sound came from her throat again. She made another uncontrolled gesture with her hand before she clung to the wall again.
He quickly went out, closed the door behind him and joined the other guests in the living room. But he didn't have to wait very long before her lovers came out of the bedroom dressed and ready to leave. They all offered to help clean the place, but he declined thankfully, and it was clear that the festivities were now over. He accompanied everyone to the door and they said their goodbyes. His best friend looked at him with a smile in her eyes, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear with delight.
As soon as the door shut, the house was quiet. He turned round and walked slowly to the bedroom. His heart was pounding in his throat. He didn't know what to think about more; what was about to happen or what would come afterwards. He could feel how wet his panties were. He had never dripped as much as he had in the last few hours. He slowly opened the door to the bedroom and saw that she had sat down on the bed with her legs crossed. She had put on a slightly see-through black negligee and put her hair up — probably while he was seeing the guests off. She looked happy.
‘What are you standing there for? Come here!’ she laughed and patted the spot next to her. ‘No, wait. Take your clothes off first. Except for your panties.’
He followed her instructions and then sat down beside her. She cuddled up to him a little.
‘I'm soo excited,’ she whispered.
‘Mh, hard to describe. I'm very excited. And I feel a bit like I've had too much coffee. I can hardly believe that I'm about to feel you... and what comes next. I think about what it will be like afterwards, in two years or five. I think about it all the time. And you?’
‘Yeah, it will definitely be different for you in two years or five. But I don't think we have to wait long for it to feel different for you. I think that will happen very quickly, maybe even tonight." She breathed the last words seductively. ‘Then you'll be mine for good.’ Her voice returned to normal. ‘So, ready?’
‘Yes, I can't wait to feel your hard penis inside me,’ she smirked, thinking about the sound the lock would make. ‘Lie down on your back. It would be sad if we did it like last time and you only got to know one sex position in your life.’
She is so incredibly beautiful, he thought as she knelt over him and looked at him. She leant down towards him, her warm breasts touching his skin through the negligee. Her kiss said more than all the words in the world could have. It was a very long one and made him forget everything around him. He couldn't have told if they had kissed for ten minutes or an hour. When she broke away from him and he opened his eyes, it took him a moment to feel the soft mattress under his back again and to smell the air in the room. They looked into each other's eyes for a while longer, silent and thoughtless. Then he nodded slightly. She smiled and sat down on his legs, the key already in her hand. She slipped the panties aside and reached under his testicles with one hand. Then she put the key in the lock, turned it around and slowly slid the cage off. Streaks of his fluid clung to the cage and his tip was also shiny. She loved the sight, along with the imprints from the steel which were visible on his skin. A sign that he had been desperately trying to push himself out of the cage for the last few hours.
Their eyes met again and she could see his excitement. His hot head, his quivering lips, his chest rising and falling. She towered over him again as their genitals touched briefly. A tremor went through his body and he moaned softly. He could feel how wet she was. A thick milky trickle ran down her thigh. Whom was it from?
‘Look into my eyes,’ she said softly.
With two fingers she gripped his penis and then she sank down on him, absolutely effortlessly, without resistance.
He reared up. A feeling washed over him like a tsunami over the land. Later, he could no longer remember what he had done, where his hands had been, whether his eyes had been open or closed, whether he had made any noises. He could remember the feeling in his entire pelvis. Somewhere behind his testicles it was particularly intense. But he could also feel it in his throat and in his chest. And yet it was almost as if it wasn't his own body. As if he hadn't been there, watching them both from above. This would remain the most intense physical and mental experience of his life — almost transcendental.
It was completely different for her. Her climax was yet to come. She watched him, surprised that he was so overwhelmed even though she hadn't even moved yet. She felt the pressure of the load inside her, which was much more than usual. Almost comparable to her lovers. In contrast to the size of his penis. Yes, she could feel it, but only because she had become so sensitive in the last few hours. In relation to what he seemed to feel, it was disappointingly empty. Nothing she would ever need to feel again. Not that it was unpleasant, of course. Just ... neutral. Inappropriate. Just inappropriate. She waited until he had arrived back in her world.
‘You did so well, angel,’ she whispered, smiling lovingly at him.
He smiled back at a loss for words. His head was empty, pleasantly empty. He felt high and wanted to giggle. And cry. And eat something. And cuddle. And sleep.
She took his arms and placed them next to his body. Then she put one leg up, stood up, quickly put her hand under her vulva, turned round and lowered herself onto his face. She moaned. That. That was what she needed now. This was her favorite feeling of all. She straightened up and relaxed for a few seconds, letting her full weight rest on his face. Let her clear her head for a moment. Preparing herself mentally for the moment she was longing for so much. She grabbed the towel next to her, wiped the fluids from his semi-stiff penis and cleaned the cage. She suddenly felt very focused, like when she was completely in the flow, at work or when doing sports. His penis was so small in comparison. It would be the purest satisfaction to put him behind bars forever. A crime he couldn't help. But most criminals had a difficult past or the wrong environment. They were just unlucky. And you just got the wrong genes, she thought. Bye-bye. Goodbye, little one. There will be no more freedom for you. Oh God, control yourself. There's no orgasm now, you can do that as soon as it's done. It will be the best orgasm of your life. Keep a clear head now. She gave him some air to breathe again. He gasped and continued to clean up his and her lovers loads. It was clear that this was her moment. He had got his. Slowly and carefully she took his member and put the cage over it. Slowly she pushed it down, half-stiff as it still was. Was he just getting hard again? That had never happened before, so quickly after an orgasm. Maybe after half an hour. But now already? Indeed. With more pressure she squeezed the last inch until the cage was in the desired position. Slowly, she inserted the lock. Her hands were trembling now. She closed her eyes and became very still. He also stopped moving his tongue and she was very grateful for that. No distractions now. She inhaled deeply through her nose, eyes still closed and exhaled through her mouth. She reflected once more and followed the moment, focusing all her senses on the here and now. And she listened to the silence.
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