Chapter 10: The long wait

Sam found the cage more and more difficult the longer he wore it. The tight metal ring wrapped around his penis and testicles pressed more and more painfully against his skin. The cage itself was tiny, much smaller than he had ever thought possible. It was as if someone had locked his manhood in a tiny steel prison that barely allowed him room to breathe, let alone expand. The suffocating confinement caused a constant pulling, throbbing and scratching that wouldn’t let him go even in the quietest moments.

Sam hadn’t seen his penis for days. The metal construct around his manhood was so tight and secure that any hope of any erections was completely suppressed. Any touch, any subtle pulse of arousal was immediately smothered in the tightness that reminded him of the absolute control Frank - and to a certain extent Julie - had over him. The thought that his manhood was no longer his, but a plaything to be denied or reprieved at will, was both humiliating and strangely arousing to him. His wife, on the other hand, totally thrived in the new dynamic. She enjoyed the undivided affection and lust that Sam directed at her despite, or presumably because of, his torment. Precisely because he was caught up in his own lust, he focused all his energy on giving her pleasure. His every gentle touch, every kiss and every loving gesture was imbued with a deep, almost desperate devotion that Julie demanded more and more.

In the evening, as after every long day by now, Julie particularly enjoyed sprawling out on the sofa while Sam knelt in front of her and massaged her feet. He moved his fingers slowly and with such precision over the tender soles of her feet as if he were balancing on the thinnest of wires. Julie watched him, a slight smile playing around her lips. “You’re doing so well, Sam,” she said in a soft voice, leaning back to enjoy the full measure of her relaxation. “I can see you’ve really become more devoted.”

Sam murmured a quiet “thank you”, although the pressure of the cage and the pent-up excitement were almost driving him mad. Sometimes, when she was feeling particularly generous, she allowed herself to spoil Sam. Then, for example, she would lie on the bed while he lovingly took care of her body, using her hands and lips at the same time to pleasure his tightly closed penis. Sam enjoyed and cursed it in equal measure.

As the days leading up to the weekend passed, Sam’s inner turmoil intensified. The little cage that was so inexorably attached to him became a constant symbol of his devotion and submission and the influence of Frank, even though he wasn’t even there. “You can’t wait for Frank to get back, can you?” Julie asked him one evening as they sat on the sofa and Sam gently massaged the back of her neck. She spoke in a soft voice, but there was an underlying joy in her eyes.

“Yes,” Sam replied honestly, his voice rough with suppressed excitement and desperation. “I can’t wait.” Julie smiled and leaned back a little, enjoying the massage. “Good,” she said softly. “Me too.”

Friday evening was like a distant lighthouse in a sea of agonizing days and nights. Sam kept imagining Frank entering the door, casually and confidently swinging the small silver key in his hand. He fantasized about Frank finally giving Julie the key and her bending over him, putting the key in the lock and opening the cage. The thought of finally being freed almost drove Sam mad with anticipation and excitement.

But the days until then seemed agonizingly long.