0 comments/ 49822 views/ 37 favorites Bringing Work Home with Me By: digimoo2 If you don't like cuckold stories, don't read further. ***** I worked as a website programmer for a small business that sold sex toys. The business only employed four people - the boss, James who ran things. Myself, doing website, IT and processing most of the orders, and two women who picked and packed the orders. We'd been growing steadily, but it's a competitive market and we need to work smart. We'd been waiting for a new product to arrive from our Chinese suppliers. It had been held up for three weeks, and then another two weeks clearing customs. All our competitors had this product out and were selling loads of them. Sex has fashions, whatever's hot is hot - BDSM, Watersports, Latex, Dildos, Rabbits, Sexy Nurse uniforms - any business needs to adjust to changing demand and we're no different - James kept an eye out and bought new lines regularly. Anyway, late one Friday, James burst into my office and dropped a big parcel off on my desk. "They're here, get them on the site tonight, we need to start shifting them or we'll be getting dangerously low on funds!". Then he left in his BMW. James was a bit of a ladies man - being tall, a gym bunny and black, he usually had one or two girls on the go at once and I knew he was running late for a date with one of them. I looked at the clock - 5.20. Well, I was going to be late back home, clearly. I rang my wife, Mindy, to let her know I was working late. I never really talked about the nature of my work, she was very strait-laced and had been brought up a "Good girl"; even making me wait until our wedding night before we had sex. No complaints though, we had made up for the wait in the ten years of marriage since, having sex 3 or 4 times a week. She was understanding about my being late, as always, saying she'd leave my dinner in the oven. I heard the warehouse being locked up next door as the others went home and soon I was on my own with just a computer and a big box of sex toys. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, time to get wanking, right? Well, no - it actually turns you off sex a bit to be surrounded by the tackier side all day. I wasn't aroused, I was just keen to get this product described, priced and listed so I could go home. I opened the box and took out one of the contents. Ah, yes - I recognised this from a conversation James had had with me ages ago. It seems that an internet craze for cuckolding has led to a demand for cock cages - male chastity devices. Basically, they're a device that's worn and stops a man having sex. I looked at these, they looked quite well made - stainless steel, good quality metal at that. I opened up the instructions - in Chinese, obviously. That's not uncommon - we often have to write English instructions for things like this. I turned it over and over in my hands trying to figure out how it worked. The cage was in two parts - a smooth, heavy metal ring with a bar sticking out of it and the other section was formed from a curved tube formed of rings. I realised that the tube fixed to the bar, but how did it fit to the genitals? Eventually, I realised I would have to actually try it on to work out how. I closed the curtains and dropped my trousers. By process of elimination, I realised that the ring went over my testicals and scrotum. The cage then slid down the tube. But this wasn't working, my dick was outside of the tube. Aha! My dick must mean to go inside the ring too! Well, it's a good job I was soft as it only just pushed under the top of the ring, so I could grab my foreskin and pull the rest through. Certainly a tight fit. After that, the cage slid over the end of my dick and snugly home over the bar. That looked about right, but the bar just slid off. It was then I saw the hole at the end of the bar and realised there must be something else to hold it there, so I emptied out the box and a shiny padlock fell out onto the desk. I quickly popped it through the hole, snapped it shut and reviewed my handiwork. It looked - odd. Seeing my cock and balls caged inside shiny surgical steel. I gave it a tug and it was very secure - absolutely no way that was coming off. Clearly James had ordered very good quality cages and I was confident they would sell well. So, still wearing the device - which was surprisingly comfortable - I wrote out the instructions for use and re-used the manufacturer's pictures, wrote the advert, set the price and put the whole lot online. The webste software automatically flags new items accordingly, and mails out to our regular customers details of them. This whole thing had only taken about 40 minutes, so I turned off my PC and it was only then that I realised I was in trouble. The manufacturer had forgotten to ship the keys. I know, because I opened every box and shook out every bit of packaging for the next hour, getting increasingly frantic as I looked for what was obviously not there. I looked at the padlocks - they were surprisingly good quality and absolutely no way could I force them without any tools, and this is an office, not a workshop! I tried slipping my junk out a bit at a time, but it was just too snug. I looked at the clock - it was now almost 7pm and I knew Mindy would be getting worried. I really had no choice - I would have to keep this stupid thing on until I could find a way to remove it! I pulled my trousers up, made sure there wasn't any unnatural bulge, and drove home. Mindy met me at the door and gave me a kiss and a big hug. Normally I'd really enjoy that, but I was having to hold my groin away from her so she wouldn't feel the cage. I knew I would never be able to explain this to her. I ate my slightly dry dinner and watched TV with Mindy until bed time. I'd half formed an idea that I'd stay up late until she went to bed, then nip into the garage to see if I could find some tools to remove this cage. I hadn't counted on Mindy stretching and smiling at me towards bed-time and saying "Can I have one of your massages tonight, please honey?" Well, this was married code for "I'm a bit horny, can you give me a rub and we'll see where it goes?" In all our marriage, I had never refused her this. What man would? My wife is a beautiful 30 year old blonde with large tits and womanly hips. She keeps in shape and although I'm the only man she's known intimately, she and I have known each other a lot! She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Seriously, what could I do? I was terrified but could not think of a reason not to. I watched as my wife took our scented oils from a cupboard and slowly took off her clothes, keeping eye contact with me the whole time and softly biting her lip. I was definitely feeling horny now, and I could feel my dick try to get hard, but because of the angle it was being contained in this damned cage, it merely pressed against it uncomfortably and my erection failed to develop. She lay a towel on the bed and slid herself on top of it, face down. This was my signal and I began with the massage, warming the oil in my hand before applying it to her. This was hard for me - or rather *it* wasn't hard. I kept my hands platonic - not dipping between her legs, or sliding around the sides to her breasts as I often do. She seemed content for a while to enjoy the relaxation, but eventually turned over and when I still avoided her breasts, she actually grasped my hands and put them on her lovely, creamy mounds. I backed off "Sorry! I've, er, I've got a headache!" I blurted, annoyed with myself for lying to Mindy. Her look of disappointment genuinely hurt me but she accepted it and I drew the covers over her and she gently went to sleep. I waited until she was soundly asleep, then quietly left the house and went into the garage in the garden. I'm not great at DIY or gardening, so it had been a while and I wasn't familiar with where everything was, but over the course of an hour, I tried every tool I could. A hammer and chisel - but I was too scared of it sliding off and cutting me that I quickly abandoned that. A hacksaw, a pair of pliers and some wire cutters. But the steel was too strong, and the padlocks were so snugly fitted that I couldn't actually get anything in between to cut them open. Defeated, I gave up and went to bed, keeping my shorts on. I lay awake for several hours next to the soft warmness of my sexy woman, not able to touch her. The next day, she awoke, still in a sexy mood, and carressed my chest to wake me. No sooner than I was awake, I realised I was still caged and quickly got out of bed and locked myself in the toilet. Fortunately the cage doesn't interfere with any biological function other than erections. I took as long as I could, but when I left she tapped the bed, inviting me back into it. I pretended I hadn't seen and pulled on my trousers and a shirt and left her there to do breakfast. I could sense her confusion and frustration. I'd never said no two days running. Never. The weekend passed like that, with our usual routines - apart from sex. Each time she tried to initiate it, I'd flinch away, knowing I couldn't. Monday came, and I dropped by the hardware shop on the way to work and bought a selection of saws and cutters. I also bought a lot of other padlocks (with keys!) for the cages we were selling. Again, that night after Mindy was asleep, I tried them out in the garage but again I couldn't make any impact on the things - it was as if they were magic. Blades skidded off them, cutters left no mark or weren't able to get a grip because of the angle. After I came back into the house, I had a little brainwave and went online to order a tiny set of lockpicks. "Delivery: 5-10 days" it said. On Tuesday, we started receiving orders for the new cages and as usual, some of the customers made comments. We always read them to better understand our clientele but never went into correspondence. A lot of the orders were for the new cages, and mostly from people new to them. They were excited by the thought of this form of sub/dom play, and the thought of their wives wearing the key to these locks - often visually displayed on a necklace or anklet - being able to control every aspect of their husband's penis. Some of them would even be put into their cage when their wife went off with a boyfriend. There'd been a few orders from wives too, although the women didn't tend to explain their motives as much. We dutifully acknowledged the order, packed them up (with the replacement padlocks and keys, after testing them!) and sent them off. It took eight days for the lock picks to arrive. Eight long, dry, sexless days. Mindy was definitely looking at me oddly now, but I couldn't tell her about this - I knew she wouldn't understand. Hell, I didn't really understand - I didn't need to have put the damned thing on in the first place. However, I was glad it was comfortable, and didn't really show under clothes. I'd also found myself becoming aroused at the stories the customers were telling me about their plans for the cages. That's not so surprising, I hadn't had masturbated or had sex for almost two weeks either, and I was horny as a goat, but it was clear that I was becoming used to wearing this thing - and used not to having sex. The picks arrived, and I took one of the original padlocks home to practice. Of course I had to wait until Mindy was asleep, then read various guides on the internet and watch some Youtube videos, but I just couldn't manage it. The locks were tiny, so the picks even tinier. I grew frustrated with them night after night. Then - disaster. Mindy and I were asleep in bed. In the process of waking, she stretched and her hand touched my groin. Only instead of dick, she felt cage. It took a moment for her head to clear enough to figure out that wasn't right, then her piercing scream brought me straight up from my own sleep to find her ripping the covers back and dragging my shorts down to my knees. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" she demanded, pointing at my steel-encased cock. "Uh, I can explain, it's not what it looks like..." I answered, and even as I said it I knew it sounded crap and evasive. "WHO PUT THAT THING ON YOU? WHO IS SHE?" Uhuh, she'd got the wrong idea entirely! "No, Mindy, please, it's not like that" Mindy burst into tears and ran sobbing into the toilet and locked herself there until I had to go to work. When I returned from work, she was waiting and wanted to talk. I told her what had happened, why, and she eventually believed me. It was too stupid a story not to be true. I was quite relieved to share it with her, but she wasn't happy. "So you did this stupid thing, and then hid it from me for two weeks? Where's the trust?" "I'm sorry," I answered. "You also denied me two weeks of sex. I'm not happy about that." "I'm sorry," I repeated. Not really knowing what else to say. Mindy wanted to know why people would do this, so I told her what customers had told me - about their wives enjoying having control over their husband whilst they went out on dates with other men. Mindy was quiet as she listened to all of this, then after digesting it for a moment, asked "Does that turn you on?" I was surprised by the question, and even more surprised by my answer - "Yes." I hadn't planned on saying that, I hadn't even truly known until that moment that it really did turn me on. "I see, " she said softly. The next day passed mostly normally, but James was smiling a lot as if he had a joke he wasn't sharing - I figured he was onto a sure thing with one of his women. When I got home, a locksmith's van was parked in the driveway. My wife met me and sat me down in the lounge whilst a young and quite obviously amused locksmith busied himself with the lock. Within a few moments there was a satisfying, "Snick" and the padlock opened as smoothly as anything. Mindy paid him and he left. I relaxed and started easing off the cage, when her cool hand stopped me. "No," she said softly, and clicked a new padlock quickly into place before my cock could get free! I must have seemed comical as I looked up at her with my mouth open in surprise. "Wh...Wha...?" I stuttered. As an engagement present, I had bought her a gold necklace which she wore all the time. She now lifted this clear of her blouse and there, looped through it, was a key. I knew it was the key to this new padlock. "I'll be going out tonight, " my wife said. "You cheated me out of a fortnight's love through your selfishness and made me feel undesirable. I cannot forgive that and you must pay. I need to feel desirable again and frankly, I don't trust you enough right now to believe you if you said it." My stomach was in knots, trying to understand what she meant, but she left me and went upstairs before I could force my mouth to make the right words. I heard the bath running. I did some chores and walked upstairs to get changed when she opened the bathroom door and walked naked to the bedroom. Jesus, she looked georgous and I felt my dick twitch in its metal prison. "Moisturise me," she ordered. She had a tone to her voice I hadn't heard before, and I was quick to obey - getting the cream from the dresser and rubbing it over every inch of her flawless skin as she stood in front of the full-length mirror drying her hair. My fingers crept close to her sex and she slapped them off, "No, you don't deserve that" she chastised. Ignoring me now, she slipped on a very sparse G-string, and then her "Little Black Dress". Every woman has one of these that clings in all the right places and makes her feel great about herself. My wife hadn't worn hers for a long time, but it still fitted perfectly and hugged every inch of her firm body. Even her large breasts gained support and formed an epic cleavage without a bra. Slipping on some heels and earrings, she sat down at the dressing table and applied makeup and perfume. Once she was satisfied, she opened the top drawer and took out another little padlock - the brother of the new one she had just fitted to my cage. Holding eye contact with me, she slid off her wedding ring, pulled down my pants and with the little padlock, secured the ring I had given her to my cage. "Tonight I am your wife but also another man's." she told me, "You are to stay here until I return, understood?" I nodded, slightly in awe of this powerful person my wife had become. The doorbell ring and she rose, gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead and walked downstairs. I heard the door open, a man's voice saying nice things, then silence as it clicked shut with them on the other side. A car started in the drive, and I peeked through the window to see a black BMW drive away, presumably with my wife on board, going... Where? I didn't understand what had happened to us over the past 24 hours. A tectonic shift in our relationship, that much was obvious. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, or even if I had any control whatsoever. It sure didn't seem like it. What I did know was that my dick was painfully trying to become erect for the first time in weeks but the steel was keeping it in place and preventing anything other than minor swelling. It looked truly pathetic in its artificial embrace. It was 11.15 when my phone beeped. I was in bed, naked, waiting her return and reached over to see who had texted me. Mindy. I felt nerves as I opened the message, hoping she was okay and not in any trouble. There were no words, but there was a picture. The picture was of my wife's naked body, lying backwards with big tits looking milkily perfect, and a very large, very black penis penetrating her vagina. That wasn't my penis. Mine is white and averagely sized. Mindy also made me wear a condom whenever we made love - this stranger's cock, bigger and firmer than mine had ever been, was as naked as she was. I could imagine in sliding in and out, gently, gently, then harder and faster as they rose in passion. Was she still fucking him? Now? Did she pause to send me this picture? Is she orgasming right now? Is he - inside her? Inside her beautiful and totally unprotected belly? The cage was pressing against my dick and I was leaking seminal fluid. I hadn't even noticed it but I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. Mindy was out fucking someone else, but who? And the worse thing was I couldn't even masturbate. I had to lie there in the dark of our room, surrounded by her things, looking at a picture of her getting nailed as my confused cock tried to spring to attention. Somehow I fell asleep, as the next thing I heard was the door slam and a car drive off. I checked the clock - 2.30am. I clicked on the light as Mindy walked into our bedroom. She looked a mess; her lovely blonde hair was all over the place, her lipstick smeared and she was holding the of her dress together as the top two buttons were missing. She looked at me dreamily - if ever a woman looked like the cat who got the cream, it was my wife. She let go of her dress and her breasts fell out. I saw love-bites near each nipple and, nestling between the soft pink mounts, the key to my confinement. With a shrug, it slid down her body leaving her completely naked - her g-string had gone. "Lie back," she ordered me and climbed on the bed. Straddling my head, she lowered what was obviously a hugely abused vagina down onto me. I panicked a bit, imagining being smothered, but that's not what she meant. Mindy's next order was "Clean me!", delivered at the same time as her wet and oozing vagina touched my mouth. I opened my mouth and immediately globs of creamy liquid dripped out of her and into me. I swallowed, knowing it was sperm from another lover. I carefully licked around and inside of her for several minutes, eating all that she produced until she was clean. Clearly she meant for me to share her infidelity. Still with a big smile on her face, she climbed off me and snuggled up alongside and instantly fell asleep. I lay there, captured dick straining for a release I couldn't give it. I considered trying to take the key to my cage from around her neck so I could have a wank and ease this pressure, but I would surely wake her if I tried. Bringing Work Home with Me The next morning, I awoke to Mindy unlocking her wedding ring from my cage and slipping it back on her finger. Wiggling it at me with a big smile, she went downstairs for breakfast, leaving me still locked up tight. Mindy loves the control over me she now has, and the big black boyfriend she enjoys regular sex with. You've probably guessed, but that boyfriend is James - my boss. It turns out she rang him to ask for advice on the day that she discovered my guilty secret, and once over his surprise, he'd convinced her that I was clearly into cuckolding and that I was the one who had suggested buying the cages. He told her that the best thing she could do to keep my love was to have an affair - and by the way, did she want to go out on a date that night? From both of them, I heard how they'd gone to a hotel bar and had a drink, but quickly moved onto the room that James had booked beforehand and fucked each other for hours. The picture they sent me was only the first of many sessions they have had together. She got pregnant by James, of course. There's only so much unprotected sex you can hope to avoid that for. James has also had anal sex with my wife, something I have never had and he has told her that I will never be allowed back there. I also know that James has several friends who have had sex with Mindy, and more than once she has had sex with one of James' other girlfriends. At least they only do that sort of stuff at his house, when he comes here the most they will do is have sex in our marriage bed whilst I'm permitted to watch from the doorway - naked but for my cage. Of course he makes me clean them both off afterwards with my mouth - they really seem to enjoy watching me do that, and often he will flaunt his unfettered penis by becoming erect again and asking me to guide it into my wife. Mindy has given the key to my cage to James now and he wears it around his own neck on a thick gold chain. My orgasms are controlled by my wife's lover, who will give my key to Mindy after one of their dates if he is satisfied both with my performance at work, and if Mindy gives me a glowing report to say how well I am looking after her. That happens once every month or two - the longest I've gone locked up is four months after I displayed jealousy at being left at home when she goes out. Mindy didn't like that, it threatened her pleasure if I became difficult so she punished me. Sometimes at work, if I'd been unlocked for the night before, he makes me return the key to him in front of the other staff who know the situation and I am humiliated by his complete ownership of my wife. Not only do my work-mates know, but so do our neighbours and she has also told both our parents that I'm not the father of the child she's carrying. My life has changed a lot through trying to test a sex toy for work.