A Cuck in Chastity - A Story

“Sent, Goddess-” you hit send on the message, a lump slowly forming in your throat as you check your surroundings. You were still alone, thank gods, but you were unsure of how much more time you would have to yourself; you did have dinner reservations in a littleover an hour and there was no way you could cancel, it would make it the third time and you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid the questions. Still, you waited for my response with a hungry desire that no one else could stir in you.
Shifting in your pants, you readjusted your chastity cage, making sure it was still securely attached to your minuscule dick and not visible from the front. It had been about ten minutes and I still hadn’t responded. There was a light knock at the door to the bathroom you were hiding in and you almost dropped your phone into the toilet. A small smile plays at your lips as you think about how hard I would’ve laughed at your misfortune.
“Honey, are you almost ready, we have to leave now or we’ll be late,” your wife calls from the other side of the bathroom door. You knew I wouldn’t answer you before you left the house, so you pocketed your phone and opened the door. Your wife stood there, a hopeful look on her face, but all you could think about was me. It’s been like this for you ever since you put that cage on for me almost two weeks prior. Once the lock was secured and you watched me add your key to a ring of others, I had been swimming through your mind everyday and all night, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, we can head out now, if you’re ready,” your head was low as you walked past her. Looking her in the eye just reminded you how much she wasn’t me. Her long, straight blonde hair couldn’t compare to the explosion of curls that graced my scalp and framed my face. I missed catching your reflection in my glasses as I forced you to relinquish your manhood to me. You tried to force your thoughts of me to the side as you were straining against your cage.
Your wife talked about her day for the entire car ride to the restaurant and the sound was slowly becoming unbearable. She sounded nothing like me and you just couldn’t get your gooner mind to allow you to focus. Then you heard it, the special ding you set so you would know when I messaged you or sent a request. Your heart began to throb in your chest, both from the glee of knowing I had paid you a modicum of attention and at the idea that your wife just might pick up your phone before you did. As she looked down and began to reach for it in the center console of the car, you came up to a red light and all but snatched your phone away before she could grab it.
“What, pup, mommy’s a little busy right now.”
The message made the tip of your shrimp dick moist and you instinctively sent your offering again before responding, “Mistress, I’m heading to dinner with my wife right now but I wanted to ask if I could cum in my cage, mommy.”
You couldn’t help but to beg, you hadn’t realized how needy you were until you’d heard that ding. The light turned green and you almost didn’t notice if it weren’t for the woman sitting next you, confused at your sudden labored breathing but saying nothing. Sooner than expected, you hear that ding again, your phone laying in your lap now. The anticipation of what it says nearly drives you to the edge of insanity. Approval or denial, it didn’t matter which all that mattered was that it brought me some amusement.
You had to fight with yourself as you pulled into the parking lot not to run straight to the bathroom, leaving your wife by herself to check-in for your dinner. The dinner you were supposed to be spending with her, the woman who you took vows for before you’d found me. You managed to hold your composure long enough to get to the table before you excused yourself to wash your hands. You had barely taken five steps from the table before you were scrambling to read what I had said.
“You’ve been such a good pup for mommy, sure but you’re only allowed to use my pictures, no videos this time, and when you’re done I want you to wipe up whatever spills out and send me a video of you licking it off your fingers, can you do that for mommy?”
You could hardly breathe as you read and reread my instructions. It took you no time to comply, scrolling through my most recently posted pictures as you pushed against your cage and even less time to actually cum. Turning your camera on, you filmed yourself licking your own cum off your fingers like a good little bitch and sent it to me. Euphoria took over your body as you came down from the high I allowed to experience. You heard the ding once more.
“Are you forgetting something, pup?”
Quickly, you made an offering as a thank you while pulling your pants back up and making your way back to your wife. Ding.
“Double it since I had to remind you,” you did as you were told, your wife sitting across from you with a loving smile on her face. You smiled back, still tasting your salty release on your tongue and then tripled your offering.