I had failed my long-time girlfriend three weeks earlier. I had sex with another woman on a business trip. Feeling guilty, I told Susan of my lapse in judgement and consequently our relationship was in serious jeopardy. Her first instinct was to move out, but I talked her into giving us some time to try to work things out. There seemed to be no way to regain her confidence, particularly as I travelled for work fairly frequently. Every time we tried to discuss the matter, she would get angry and storm off. However, I knew she discussed the issue frequently with her girlfriends. I’d overhear her talking about it while FaceTimeing. She was getting plenty of advice. Once while shopping I ran into one of her close friends, Mia, who gave me a scolding in the middle of the Walmart.
The tensioned became palpable as a date approached for my next business trip. The trip happened to be to Chicago, the same city that my infidelity had taken place almost five weeks earlier. Susan accused me of returning to “the scene of the crime” so I could become a “serial asshole.” I begged her to help me find a way to reassure her that I would never again cheat on her. She blurted out, “How about castration?” I think she was half serious. I must have been out of my mind when I suggested a male chastity device. Susan looked at me and smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but more of a sinister one. She simply said, “Sure.” She knew nothing about chastity devices, nor did I. She thought they looked like medieval chastity belts and suggested mine should have spikes.
Susan and I sat down at the computer to Google “male chastity devices.” It was the first time we had done anything together since I told her about my infidelity. It was therapeutic. We looked at different models of chastity cages. I suggested a plastic cage, but Susan thought it looked like a toy. She wanted a metal one. We agreed on a model and placed an express order. The cage arrived by FedEx two days later while I was at work. Susan had opened the package and was sitting on the couch with the device when I got home. She wasted no time putting it on me. It felt too tight. I complained that it smashed my penis, but she responded by putting the key on a piece of cord and placing it around her neck. Then she took out her cellphone and had me pose for a photograph. “I’m using this one as my screen saver.”
I struggled the next few days as the cage was uncomfortable. I learned I couldn’t pee standing up. Urine dribbled from my penis and made my underwear wet if I didn’t sit down for a while after I finished peeing and if I didn’t wipe myself with tissue afterwards. Although Susan and I had not had sex since I told her about the affair, I wondered when she would release me so we could fool around. I asked her about this and all she said was, “We can have sex whenever you want.” I was encouraged by her response as it implied we could start having sex again soon.
That evening, I raised the subject again, “Would you like some sex?” She enthusiastically responded, “Yes, I’d love to have sex.” We both retired to the bedroom and began to strip our clothes off. My penis started to swell in the cage, and the cage become even more uncomfortable. “Where is the key?”, I asked. I noticed she was no longer wearing the key around her neck. She laid on the bed, spread her legs apart, and said, “Oh, we won’t need that.” Pointing at her vagina, she continued, “Start licking, Honey.” What had I agreed to. I enjoyed performing cunnilingus, but what about me, I thought to myself. I went down on her until she orgasmed, then we got dressed and went back to what we were doing. She was punishing me, and I was accepting my sentence.
The day before my trip it occurred to me that the metal chastity device was going to be detected by the TSA. I started to panic, and I raised the issue with Susan. She laughed and said, “I know. I just hope it will be a female TSA agent.” I pleaded with her to remove the cage. I offered possible solutions like promising to put the cage on after I had passed the checkpoint, but she just continued laughing and said, “Ha! Isn’t the reason you’re wearing the cage because you can’t be trusted?” I stared at the ground. She continued, “I hope people find out you’re caged. It’ll be your Scarlet Letter.” I thought about ground travel, but I simply had too far to go. I couldn’t afford to miss my appointments.
On my way to the airport in the Uber, I thought about excuses I would make if the TSA detected the device. As I stood in the security line I still had not thought of anything plausible to say, and if I lied, I would likely get in more trouble. When it was my turn to walk through the scanner, I hesitated and the TSA agent on the other side of the scanner insisted that I hurry, “There are other people behind you.” I was not surprised when the scanner went off and I was asked to step aside for a more in-depth search. I was first patted down by a male TSA agent. Unsuccessful in finding the item that set off the scanner, I was asked to move to a private room.
Once in the room, a different male agent asked me if I knew what could be setting off the detector. I said, “It is a piece of jewelry on my genitalia.” He asked, “You mean a piercing?” I said, “Not exactly.” The agent said he would give me some privacy and I would have to remove the jewelry. I explained that it could not be removed. He responded, if it cannot be removed, the only way he could let me continue to my aircraft is if there was a visual inspection. I had no choice and lowered my pants and my underwear. The TSA officer smiled and simply said, “Ah, a chastity cage. Why didn’t you say that the first time.” It was clear this was not his first rodeo. I was certain he’d seen them before in his line of business. I pulled up my shorts and pants and he sent me on my way. I knew I would be going through the same exercise upon my return, but now at least I knew how to deal with it.
I called Susan that evening from my hotel. She asked me how my trip was going. I told her fine, but she kept pressing me for more information. She wanted to know about the airport, and I told her about the strip search. She wanted to know in detail what the TSA agent said and did, what his reaction was to seeing the cage, and what my reaction was to the embarrassment. She seemed to take pleasure in knowing I was humiliated. She was continuing to punish me.
On the way back, the cage triggered the TSA detector, but this time the TSA officer on the other side was female. She asked me to step out of line and then asked if I know what had triggered the device. I was going to ask for a male agent to take over as she passed a metal detecting wand over my body, pinpointing the source at my groin. She looked at the computer and said I was free to go. I looked puzzled until she said, “Another TSA agent had made a note in your file from my trip two days earlier. She knew I was wearing a cock cage.
Susan was waiting for me when I got home. When I walked through the door, she told me to strip so she could inspect me. I complied. She examined the cage, giving it a tug when she was finished. “Come, you have husbandly duties.” She led me to the bedroom where I licked her pussy until she had an orgasm. Afterwards, I asked her if she would remove the cage so I could have an orgasm. I reminded her that I had been wearing the cage more than a week. Her answer shocked me. “I don’t have the key anymore.” In near panic, I asked her where the key was. She said Mia, the person who had scolded me in the Walmart, had it for safe keeping. I asked if she knew what the key was for and Susan replied that I could ask her myself since she was coming over with a few of their friends later for a few drinks. Speechless, I went back in the living room to put on my clothes. Susan followed me and as I reached down to pick them up off the floor Susan said that she would prefer that I not wear cloths. She herself had a bathrobe on. I asked why and she simply said that seeing my cock cage reminded her of my commitment to her. I would spend the rest of the afternoon nude.
Just before 5:00, I asked Susan when her friends were coming over. She said, “Any minute.” I asked her if I could get dressed and she said that she would prefer that I didn’t. “Well, okay. So, should I stay in the bedroom until your friends leave?”, I asked. Her reply was to hand me an apron. “Actually, I was hoping you would help serve my guests.” I was horrified. “I couldn’t possibly do that without clothes.” She responded matter-of-factly, “You won’t be without clothes. You can wear this apron.” The simple white apron was functional, but not very large. “My ass would be hanging out and this thing barely covers the cage.”, I pleaded. Susan response gave me chills, “Oh, Dear. Everyone has a butt and all the ladies know about your cage.” “How do they know?”, I asked. Susan continued the punishment, “Because I sent them the picture of you wearing it.”
I almost cried when I heard the first knock at the door. I put on the apron and went into the bedroom to hide. Susan followed me there and said, “It would be very helpful if you greeted my guests. I still need to get ready.” She shooshed me out of the bedroom and closed the door. There was a second knock at the door. I looked through the peephole. It was Mia and she was alone. Hoping for clarity, I opened the door and while hiding behind it I invited her in. As she came inside, she threw me a long glance and told me to relax. She obviously new about my cage. I felt trapped behind the door, but eventually had to close it. Except for the apron, I stood nude before Mia, the first time I had ever been exposed to a woman who was not either my mother or a girlfriend. I offered to take her coat, invited her to take a seat in the living room, explained Susan was still getting ready, and I asked if there was anything I could get her. “Thanks, Sugar Buns, but I’ll wait until the others arrive.” I asked how many I could expect, hoping no one else would join my embarrassment, but Mia suggested perhaps a dozen women would be coming. I went to the kitchen to hide.
Susan joined me in the kitchen a few minutes later. She had on a party dress and had done her hair and put on makeup. “Honey, there is some sparkling wine in the fridge. Could you put a bottle in a bucket of ice and get the flutes from the china cabinet. While doing as she asked there was another knock at the door. Susan looked up at me from what she was doing and asked me if I was going to “get that.” I walked past Mia still in the living room and opened the front door. Three women stood on the porch. I recognized two of them, Sandra and Michelle, as part of Susan’s posse. They did not at all look surprised that I was standing in front of them wearing only an apron. I invited them in, took their coats, and directed them to the living room. I noticed they were all smiling at me. After putting their coats in the bedroom, I walked by them as I passed through the living room back in the kitchen, and while doing so I said I would return with refreshments.
In the kitchen, Susan had prepared a cheese tray. She said I should start serving the wine. A minute or two later, I followed Susan to the living room with a tray five flutes of sparking wine. Each of the women thanked me as I distributed the wine, I returned a minute later with the cheese tray. I offered the cheese to the women in turn, and they helped themselves. Before I finished serving all the women, there was another knock at the door. There were two women at the door, and I recognized both of them, Mary Ann and Lucy. Before, I could let them in, I noticed four more women arriving in the same car. I recognized two of the four, Brenda and Liz. I waited at the door, greeted them all, and treated them the same ways as the women before them. None of the women looked the least bit surprised that an almost naked man was greeting them. It was clear that they all knew what to expect.
I rushed around to serve the women that had just arrived and to provide refills for the women who had arrived earlier. The women seemed to hardly notice me as I worked, and that was a relief to me. I focused on what I was doing and not the embarrassment of the predicament I found myself in. I wondered when I would complete my penance so I could get on with my life when Susan walked into the kitchen. “Sweety, your presence is required in the living room.” Thinking someone had spilled a drink or something, I instinctively grabbed a dish towel, but Susan snatched it from my hand as I walked past her.
When I entered the living room, the women were all standing at one end, all facing me and all holding a flute of sparkling wine. Susan walked up behind me, put her arm around my waist, and addressed her friends, “Well, I suppose you are wondering why I have gathered all of you here today.” The women laughed at the inside joke. Turning to me, Susan said, “Dearest, this party is actually for you. It’s a sort of coming out celebration.” I gave her a puzzled look and she explained, “My friends all know about your …” Before she finished her sentence, she reached behind me and tugged on the knot that secured the apron. As the apron fell to the floor, she finished her sentence, “… chastity cage.” The women all raised their glasses and smiled. Susan turned to me and said, “Dear, one of these women has the key. Even I do not know which one. They pass it around amongst themselves. I recommend that you be extra special nice to each and every one of them.”
I was covering the cage with my hands, but Susan stood behind me, held my arms near the elbows, and encouraged me to expose myself. She then whispered in my ear. I did not give you permission to fuck that tramp in Chicago, but I am giving you permission to service my friends. In fact, I expect you to have sex with them whenever they ask.” I knew what Susan meant. She expected me to perform cunnilingus, and god knows what else. Mia was the first. She walked up, handed her nearly empty glass to Susan, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom.