It's been a long day at work and I just wanted to come home to snuggle up with him.
But as I walked through the doors, a huge wave of disappointment swept over me as I remembered he wasn't home. He was out on a 'date'.
Until recently, his extracurricular activities never bothered me. Truth be told, I too engaged in some of my own fun occasionally. We came to think agreement to seek play outside of the relationship just over a year ago.
We felt that it was not only a way to keep things exciting but it also meant that we got to explore different things with other people and bring that new element back into our relationships.
Still, of late, it seems that he's been out on dates more than he has been back home. And even when we are together, there's not been much play. On the occasion that we do, it's been pretty simple bondage, some lovemaking and we'd both cum.
When I whined a bit about things being too easy, he'd add some elements of teasing. Occasionally, he'd add the slight element of chastity if I asked for it (which kind of defeats the point of chastity, right?).
It was a far cry from when we first started exploring it years ago, when he'd drop me messages throughout the days I was locked up, reminding me of my predicament and keeping me horny.
Some days, he'd even unlock it during playtime, tease me to the edge over and over again before putting me back in there after he'd cum.
These days, I'd be lucky if he'd put the bird lock on me until the next time we play.
But today, I am in the predicament. He'd put the bird lock me three nights ago after we went to an adult store. He knows I get all horny after a visit, especially when I buy something and want to try it out the moment we got home.
Except this time, we had to wait a couple of weeks for the item we purchased to be personalised. So he decided that he'd lock me up that night.
For a flicker of a moment, it reminded me of the old days when he'd lock me up when I was horny. No such luck though. He's not mentioned it since then, and have had two 'dates' since then.
Frustrated and a little upset, I decided to write him an email. I'm not very good with expressing myself to someone's face and he knows this so we've gotten used to me venting out through words.
Sometimes he'd reply and other times we'd talk about it but we've always managed to sort it out.
My email was simple. I told him that I wasn't trying to go back on our agreement to have fun outside of the relationship. Instead, I wanted to share how sad I am that there is so little kinky passion left in our relationship and I wondered if he felt that same. I also wanted to know if he had any suggestions on how to resolve the problem. I ended telling him that I love him still no matter what.
I was just about to head to bed when I noticed that there was an email reply. It was from him!
I found it strange that he would reply so soon, especially if he was out playing. It read simply: Yes. But I'll only tell you if you're in the usual position when I get back.
My cock immediately strained in my bird cage. Whenever he messages me asking to be in a usual position, it always meant a nice play session. And we've not had one in a long while.
Over the time we've been together, the 'usual position' has changed depending on what we were into at that time of our lives.
I also realised that he didn't mention how soon he'd be back so I rushed immediately to strip and put the clothes nicely folded at the side. This was part of the arrangement so he could tell what I was wearing before I got the message and hence, tell what kind of mood I was in.
Dressed in my sleeping gear would only tell him how down I was, seeing as I was going to bed earlier than usual.
Once naked, I put on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and walked onto bed, dragging out case of toys with me.
Then I cuffed my ankles together and tied them down to the foot of the bed.
After that, the bit gag came on. I also put a cock vibrator over the cock cage and set it to medium. I laid out the nipple clamps next to me on the bed and five clothes pegs in between my legs for his use.
When that was all done, I blindfolded myself and hooked my wrist cuffs to two sets of rope I had tied to the corner of each bed earlier.
Now I could only lie there and wait for him to return. I wasn't sure when this was going to happen but I could not relax. The reason the cock vibrator was on is to make sure I concentrate and focus on my predicament and to make sure I control myself so I wouldn't cum.
The repercussions would be severe if I did.
I'm not sure how much time went by but suddenly I felt a gust of wind so I knew that he had walked into the room.
I felt him grab the controller for the vibrator and thought he'd turn it off but I was wrong. He pushed it to what felt like the highest setting before unlocking my cock cage.
I found that strange as he'd usually torment me, reminding me how I'm usually locked.
Then he out the nipple clamps on and the pegs on my balls, and I moaned in pain through the gag. He still hadn't said a word.
Yet, this was turning me on despite how it was all so foreign to me. He wasn't doing anything that he had done before. It could also be the vibrator but the whole predicament was arousing.
While I was feeling this, he put on ankle cuffs and tied my legs to the foot of the bed so that I was spread-eagle. He then left me along for a while.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thud and a moan coming from near the door. There was some heavy breathing and I suddenly felt a mouth around my cock as the vibrator was removed. I was in heaven. Here, I am tied up and my partner was going down on me.
Except that something felt strange, as I could feel rope being tied to my ankle cuffs. I could not fathom what that rope would be for.
I was about to find out. With a quick movement, my blindfold was removed. And despite the fact that I was adjusting my eyes to the little dim light that was switched on, I could tell something was off.
How did he remove the blindfold while keeping his mouth on my cock?
The sight in front of me, as I started to see properly again, startled me.
There he was, with his head shoved into my crotch. The rope that was tied to my ankles were connected to a collar that went around his neck so that he couldn't move away from my cock.
His hands were wrapped around his body in a straightjacket, which had openings for his nipples, that were clamped. He was naked from the waist down except for a CB6000 that was locked, and his thighs and ankles cuffed together.
Standing behind him was a really handsome man, dressed in a leather shirt, chaps and a jockstrap under. Around his neck was a set of small keys.
"Don't worry, you're not in danger," he told me as I started squirming in my bonds trying to get out. "I was playing with him earlier when your email came into his phone. He was tied up and so he asked me to read it in case it was an emergency."
"I was very upset reading your email, it was never my intention to come between the two of you. I know he loves you very much but it is his horniness that has driven him to explore new things outside."
He continued talking: "When I told him to head home to you, he begged to be allowed to cum first. I refused, telling him to save the load for you. When he said that you wouldn't mind because you would want him to cum first anyway, I was still not convinced."
"He was so horny that he would have said anything to cum. So I decided to lock him up instead. It was only then that he started thinking properly, and panicked about how he would explain the CB6000 to you. So I proposed an idea."
The idea was that my boyfriend would head home immediately, but he would tag along. I've made it no secret that I've fantasied about the idea of a third person joining in a session without me knowing and this must have been something they have spoken about before.
In the car, he suggested that as a punishment, my boyfriend was to spend the night pleasuring m. That is, to keep me horny and give me the edging of my life. But there was a catch.
"I will not unlock his cock until your first orgasm. But since you like to be kept on the edge so much, I forbid you to cum tonight at all. If you do, your punishment is that you will have to cum three times before I will untie either of you."
My boyfriend knows that I am not into milking, so he's pressured to make sure I don't cum. Yet, as long as I don't cum, he won't be able to be unlocked from the chastity device.
My cock was already so hard, and listening to the story got me even hornier if it was possible. The question is, who will break first?
"I'll leave you two lovers to it," the man said as he walked out of the room and turned the TV on next door laughing every time either one of us moaned really loudly.
