Chapter 3

“You’re dripping, guess you can’t wait for a taste,” my wife commented as she undressed while I knelt with my hood in place on the carpet before her. I’d just jumped off the bed before she’d walked in after I heard her come home from her night out with Lars. The taste of Rina’s pussy was still on my tongue, and I was feeling very guilty about it.

“May I please you ma’am?” I asked quietly with my hands behind my back.

“I’m tired,” she declared as she walked into the closet, returning with a nightie on, that very much resembled the one Rina had worn for her boyfriend, David.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a frown as I dared to touch my cock-cage.

“Wipe it up!” my wife commanded as she stepped up to me and then ran her toes up my cage, collecting pre-cum as she did so. “Lick!” she demanded as she presented her toes at my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I obeyed, relishing this little bit of attention, the only bit that I was likely to get tonight. I was wrong.

Placing one foot on my shoulder, she then leaned her pussy into my face, giving me the latest taste of Lars. I dug my tongue in as deep as it would go, finding the salty smell exhilarating, just as I had with David’s cum that Rina had allowed me to lap out.

“Good bitch!” she declared as she stepped back.

SLAP!

The blow to my cheek was totally unexpected and for a moment I was confused about it, but then desire kicked in again. “Thank you, goddess!”

“You’re welcome, now turn around and spread your knees.”

“UUGHH!” I grunted loudly as she kicked me in the balls hard, causing me to collapse to the floor, where I moaned and rolled about in extreme pain.

“Thank me!”

“Ughh ... ughhh...” I groaned as I slowly climbed to my knees again, “Thank you, goddess,” I wheezed out.

“Good boy, now go to bed.”

“Mmm ... yes, goddess.”

“Rina cause you any problems?” she asked as she climbed under the covers.

“No, ma’am,” I said as I slowly pulled my hood off and began looking around for my underwear so I could climb into bed with her.

“She ask more questions?”

“Always,” I admitted.

“Did you show her your cock-cage?” This question caused me to freeze in panic, wondering now how she could know this. I then did the only thing I could think of doing, other than to lie, which was to remain silent and still.

“I’ll whip the answer out of you tomorrow,” she announced as she turned off the lights.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied from the darkness, excited and terrified now.

“I heard him scream this morning,” Rina said to her mother as they sat at the kitchen table, this while I served them breakfast.

“Did you?” Jackie chuckled, then seemed to compose herself before saying, “You’re to blame!”

“Me?” Rina said with a panicked look on her face as she glanced at me for a moment.

“He showed you his cage—not allowed!”

“Oh ... that...” Rina said guiltily as she went back to picking at the food on her plate. “It just sort of happened.”

“Yeah, just like the stripes on his ass,” her mom replied with a glare at her daughter. “Just know there are consequences to daddy’s indiscretions—don’t tempt him!”

“I wasn’t,” Rina whined, then went silent for a while. “Did you draw blood?” she suddenly asked with a smirk, causing her mother to then laugh along with her.

“Now what kind of question is that to ask about my obedient hubby?” Jackie teased as she gave me a pout.

“Your bitch, you mean,” Rina added, causing them both to cover their mouths as they enjoyed another good laugh at my expense.

“Show her!” Jackie command after the two of them had settled down a little.

“Really?” I asked in shock.

“You want more?” she threatened.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said meekly as I turned and pulled my pants and boxers down a little, revealing the many welts on my ass, put there less than an hour ago.

“Ouch!” Rina declared in sympathy, “Those are going to be there for weeks.”

“And he’ll get more if you encourage him,” Jackie warned her daughter, who went silent with a frown on her face for a good minute.

“Well ... what if he likes it?” she asked with a straight face, then lost it, laughing again along with her mother.

I’d pulled up my pants by this point, wondering now if I really did like it. Of course I did, I reminded myself, not the pain of course, but the domination that came with a good whipping.

“He looks good in that flower apron, doesn’t he,” my wife said as she stared at me.

“Yeah mom, like a bitch,” Rina added.

“Let’s make him wear nothing else ... that bother you?” Jackie asked of her daughter.

Rina looked at me questioningly for a few moments, and when I didn’t object nodded her head, saying, “He deserves it!”

“Strip!” my wife commanded, “don’t wear anything else but that unless we’re expecting someone.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I slid down my pants and boxers, kicking them off gently before working my shirt off, all while keeping my flower-apron on. When the tether to my balls unraveled onto the floor, which was an elastic line that I kept stuffed in my boxers, I quickly moved to gather it up, but my wife was quicker.

“Ahh!” I exclaimed softly when she pulled on it, causing my balls to stretch toward her, though the apron prevented the two from seeing this. The line was a good ten feet long, and so she easily sat back and reeled me in like a fish. Jackie then balled up the cord and stuffed it into the pocket of my apron, leaving it still attached to my balls.

“Pull on this if he doesn’t move fast enough,” she said to her daughter.

“Is that a bitch-leash,” Rina laughed, who was now grinning at me, letting me know she was really enjoying her building dominance of me.

“Guess it is,” my wife said as she went back to her breakfast.

“You should get him pierced so he can’t take that cage off,” Rina suggested.

“Thinking about it,” Jackie replied.

“Lars gave me this, you like it?” my wife asked as she and I dressed for work. It was an expensive looking necklace she was putting on now, with a fair-sized gem hanging from it, or maybe just crystal. It did accent her blue eyes well, I thought.

“Very nice, ma’am,” I said with a smile.

“You’re not jealous?”

“No, I want those things for you ... from anyone...”

She turned to smile appreciatively at me before saying, “Good bitch,” as she ran her hand across my cheek, then suddenly grabbed my cock-cage through my pants. “Just checking,” she teased, “and ohhh, we ordered you a new one, it has spikes!”

“Wow, thank you,” I muttered, wondering if I was going to enjoy this fact or not.

“Make sure you have your apron on when I get home,” she said as she walked off.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, thinking now that I best toss the flowery apron in question into the washing machine before I left, as pre-cum stains were building up on it.

“Don’t go!” came my stepdaughter’s command as I passed by her room, seeing now that my wife was helping her daughter with her hair. “Need a ride.”

“Yes, miss,” I said as I thought about the fact that I would now possibly be late for work. I had no choice in the matter I decided, as my wife gave me a smirk.

“He’s such a good boy,” my wife said to her daughter.

“Or bitch!” Rina replied, causing both of them to chuckle. “Is he wearing his cage?” she asked her mom.

“He better be,” she replied.

“Let me see,” Rina said as she walked up to me and kneed me in the balls, just hard enough for me to flinch. “Yep!”

“Rina! Be at least a little respectful,” my wife complained.

“Why, you’re not,” Rina whispered as she passed me by, then turned to say to me, “Bring your wallet, I’m hungry.”

“Nothing fatty or sugary, Rina!” My wife called after her, causing Rina to roll her eyes from down the hallway.

“Yes, miss,” I mumbled as I followed Rina.

“Amala is coming over after school—mom’s going to be gone, right?” Rina asked as soon as we got into my SUV.

“Think so. What kind of name is ‘Amala’?” I asked, guessing it was middle eastern or something close.

“Goth, I’m thinking ... I don’t know what her real name is.”

“She?”

“Yeah—what you think, I was going to hookup again?”

“Umm...”

“Yeah ... I might do something with her. Dad, she has the most amazing tits—my god! White globes the size of basket balls.”

“Impressive! And she’s goth?”

“Yep, like black lipstick, goth. She’s been hitting on me since I was a freshman.”

“And this turns you on?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, I’m bi, didn’t mom tell you?”

“The subject never came up, miss.”

“Don’t tell mom—she doesn’t know!” Rina exclaimed suddenly.

“A command, miss?” I pressed as I my cock started leaking from its cage again.

“Yea ... bitch!”

I watched the short video my wife had sent from her phone, bewildered at first as to what it was showing, then the cock came into focus, followed then by her lips as they wrapped around it. Couldn’t see much of her face as she started bobbing her head, but I got the gist of it, which was that she was giving a black guy a blow job.

“Ohhh, goddesssss!” I quickly texted back, praying now that she would send more videos. She didn’t. I played then with my locked balls for a time, until I got an unexpected text from Rina.