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Snow comes down outside the crack in the curtains in undulating waves of white. The fireplace crackles, scented candles flicker in vanilla and oak, and the synth outro to a video about speedrunning plays as a half-ignored background noise. Rose and her husband Adam sit together indoors, enjoying the moment, and each other, albeit in a less conventional manner than most.
The warm shine of the flame warms Rose’s exposed skin as she kneels on a plush red cushion at the foot of his armchair, wrists bound behind her back by velcro cuffs. An oversized knit sweater and cozy knee socks are the only thing she's wearing that would strictly be called clothing.
Her body is hot, not just from the glowing embers of firelight but a tingling from inside that makes her want to rub herself against something. The progesterone capsules she took a bit ago as part of her HRT always make her so desperately aroused and needy for his physical attention. She's been kneeling on the pillow ever since she got back from getting herself ready for sex, now all that's left is to beg.
“Please, Sir. I’m really turned on. And I’m ready.”
“Hmm.” Her beloved looks up from his book, tilts his head to the side, and scratches his jaw, pretending to have to think about it. “Soon, be a good girl and be patient.”
He flicks to the next page and uses the paperback to conceal a subtle grin.
Rose makes a groan of demure assent, hating that she’s into this. Hating how she used to beg for him to take control like this, and how she’s gotten everything she wanted. He's her husband, he's her best friend, he’s her Sir in private, and he's the love of her life. The sexy monster of her wettest nightmares. And he's driving her insane right now.
An idea. Rose bobs her head into his lap, nuzzling like a kitten, hoping to tempt him into undoing the belt she can't with her hands bound. “Please, please, let me suck you off at least?” Baby-doll eyes flutter with long lashes, transparently attempting to pluck her man’s most sympathetic heartstrings.
Adam puts down the book, folding his spot with a long, well practiced finger. He nudges her away from the zipper she was eyeing and leans down. Those long fingers squeeze her breast through the sweater and she moans in frustration, leaving his hand there to grope her through knitted fabric. “If I let you do that, I’m probably not going for another round tonight, and I don't want to waste you being such a good girl and getting that cute butt of yours prepared for me to enjoy. You know getting off feels best when I'm inside you. I’m not giving you anything less than that. You deserve the best, Rose.”
Butterflies flutter in her abdomen at the proximity of the promise juxtaposed against the denial of him making her wait. He knows her weakness so infuriatingly well. The cold weather season always brings out such desperation in her, and combined with the prog it's practically like being in heat.
“Yes Sir,” she grumbles, staring longingly at his crotch. It’s so embarrassing how fixated she can get on his penis. Rose has one too, after all. But Adam’s is just better, in her opinion anyway. And the fact that it’s clearly tenting his pants is a reminder that he wants her too, just as intensely as she wants him. He just wants to make her wait more.
His slightly devious grin catches the firelight, a smug aura only making the fact that he’s right worse. She sighs and rests her head on his thigh with a pout, wiggling just for the feeling of her own muscles tightening in anticipation of him taking what’s his. As a consolation, he picks up a truffle from the gift bag beside him and holds it in front of her lips. “Here, if you want something to do with that pretty mouth, have a treat, Pet.”
Addressing her as a pet makes her shiver. She looks up at his angular form, his long dark hair tucked behind his ears. He is so handsome, so perfect for her in every way.
Obediently, she parts her lips, and he sets the treat on her tongue. Dark chocolate melts into her mouth, perfect rich cream, and she steals a lick of his fingers before he can pull away. “Good girl,” he whispers, and her eyelids droop from the praise and candied delight. There is no dignified way to be fed while restrained at your man’s feet. The panting and squirming isn't helping matters either.
Tangy raspberry compliments the rich bitterness of the treat, handmade by one of Adam’s coworkers at the office, though they probably wouldn’t have guessed the context under which Rose would end up eating it.
Being full-time collared was less intense in practice than her fantasies had once imagined, of course. Sometimes real life was boring and filled with banal, unsexy obligations. Working from home was still working. But she finds her devoting time where she can, and the winter holidays have left them deep in the space for a week.
When Rose first started dating Adam, she hadn't even been sure if ‘she’ was the correct pronoun for her.
But a full internalizing of her identity had triggered a full internalizing of herself as a sexual being, and how she wanted to be his woman as the hormones made her so much weaker than him. How that was made even better with handcuffs and rope and power exchange.
Yes, it’s embarrassing at times. But it feels so good to be such a loyally submissive wife for him in their kink life. She slips into a trancelike state as he gives her another delicious treat, and her eyes flutter half shut when his hand wanders up to stroke up and down her head. The sound of the narrator talking about some super Nintendo game neither of them have ever played in a level tone is almost embarrassingly hypnotic.
Finally, only after she's dribbled a little slick puddle of clear fluid between her own thighs, Adam snaps a finger to bring her back to full attention, and carefully helps her stand without the use of her arms.
“Come on, Rose. Time to go to bed.”
The girl giggles with giddy delight as she is marched to the bed, a quick stop to blow out the candles and then a short walk down the corridor lined with pictures of their love. Vacations to the mountains and trips to get icecream.
They arrive in the bedroom, the plush king-size dominating the space. She yelps as he teasingly shoves her facefirst into a pile of comforters. He shifts her up a bit and undoes the cuffs, then pulls away her sweater and helps her move her hips onto a towel. She scrambles into just the right spot and uses the opportunity to grab a wet wipe for her own peace of mind.
There is the sound of the sex toy drawer opening, which is an ominous sign. The lube bottle and the vibrator she usually uses during sex are on the bedside table. The drawer is full of more complicated objects. He often likes to fuck her with a vibrator or a suction toy, sometimes there are clips on her nipples, or even tools for a bit of painplay.
The anticipation only grows as he rummages. What is he going to do? There are really only correct answers. His fingers or his tongue are likely going to come first, but if he decides to jump straight to fucking her it’s nothing she can’t take with a bit of encouragement and praise.
It doesn’t take long for her to detect what he’s looking for. Rose knows the sound of the lock clinking before she's even seen the cage, and hisses in recognition. “Fucking, god dammit!”
He chuckles, dims the overhead light, and swaggers over to join her. She sees the accursed thing in his hand as he turns back to face her. A flat chastity cage, with a catheter sound.
“We used to use this thing all the time. I’m feeling nostalgic. You know you love it.”
“That's the worst part,” she whines. “It's so much worse when I'm more into it than you are.”
“Yeah. Fuck, what was the record, three weeks?”
“Could have been longer,” she insisted with pouty pride. “Missed opportunity.”
“Maybe we start building back up, then.”
Adam got her first chastity cage a few months into their kink dynamic. It rapidly became one of their favorite toys, so they had experimented with different kinds, and gotten still more adventurous as months became years.
They had quickly discovered that the added stimulation of the catheter made her easily climax just from penetration while he fucked her. From his love, from how he groaned her name as she did, swearing he was going to breed her. But also from having that damned flexible tube inside her.
Rose lays on her back, and is glad that her own dick stopped getting fully hard years ago as he easily gets the base ring in place. It’s got a familiar coolness that won’t last, metal quickly equalizing to her own body heat. A dollop of sterile surgical lube goes onto the sound, and onto her tip, and she makes the small concession of cooperation by pinching her own anatomy upright so he doesn't have to try to line everything up with just two hands.
Adam looms over her, grinning just a little evilly. The clear tube dangles from the end of the circular plate, with a smooth metal tip shaped like a tiny bullet. “Traffic check,” he purrs, the most mean tool of all to use on someone who is more into what’s happening than they like to admit.
“Green,” she groans. Her frustration is a paradoxical swirl of dread and joy. Hating how much she loves it. Loving being controlled and denied. It feels better to cum caged, she knows it, but it’s still so fucking embarrassing.
“Good girl. Nice and easy…”
It starts to slide in, slow and measured. A little gasp forms in her throat at the familiar unfamiliarity of the cool insertion. It’s not something she expects to ever get fully used to, but it’s not something she is anxious about anymore, either.
Adam continues, slowly, gentle, but not hesitant. He had been so nervous at first, long ago, but now he knows it can’t go too far. Rose painstakingly tested and cut the tube down to the perfect length herself, and then shortened it further when she started to experience shrinkage. Just deep enough to feel a bit violating, to feel just the kind of wrong that pushes her over the edge on a conceptual level before even factoring in the pressure on her prostate.
Little moans of submission flutter on her lips as the insertion finds its deepest point, and he hums warmly, praising her every step. “Just a bit more, and… there we go. Nice little locked-up pet.”
There is a click of finality as the lock engages. Adam adjusts the cage slightly, to frame the protrusions outside the cage as cutely as possible. “It has been a bit,” Adam comments, stroking up and down her chest, groping just a little bit at her breast. There’s a low growl to his voice, the sound of a man who likes what he sees. “Need a minute?”
Rose nods slowly, feeling intensely vulnerable, and he pauses to give her a moment to steady herself. The hand without surgical lube on it moves to her cheek, stroking up and down to soothe his wife. Finally, she feels settled, and the burning arousal inside her is only worse now that the thing that might normally be touched to relieve that tension is locked away.
“Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me, I want to cum so bad.”
Adam grins like he’s the luckiest man in the world as he ties his hair back into a ponytail and grabs the regular lube bottle. “Good girl, you’ve been so good staying nice and pent up for me. Pent up girls are more obedient, I hear.”
She whimpers at his playful taunt.
“Yes, Sir. Please. I’m needy as fuck.” He’s had control of the vast majority of her orgasms for a long time. After a while they stopped feeling good when he wasn’t involved, and she rarely bothers touching the various vibrators in that drawer without being told to. Adam hasn’t let her cum in several days. Rose, of course, has been loyally giving him head almost every morning, and that discrepancy makes her squirm.
It is, of course, likely to be evened out given her lack of a refractory period.
“On your front, then.”
Rose complies, and wiggles into place, and then his hands grab her hips, thumbs sliding to press down against her back dimples. The entire bed slumps as he lays down behind her, and she can’t help making needy little whines as the cage is now pressed flat against the towel.
She spasms preemptively as his head lowers, reacting even before his tongue begins to drive her crazy. Thick wet swirls that short out her brain. The clenching of her muscles only makes her awareness of the insertion already inside her more pronounced.
Adam has a lot of practice eating her out, and it fucking shows in how perfectly he uses the tip of his long tongue to make her clench and relax, moving in little spirals that build anticipation to the squirming limit before changing patterns. He dips lower, taking a long lap up against the back of her balls and up her perineum. It's a teasing reminder of how unafraid Adam is to put his mouth on every part of her, and how that spot she calls her clit is currently locked behind a flat metal plate. Rose will get her pleasure, but only as an effect of her body pleasuring him.
There is a moment of awkward repositioning, rolling her onto her side opposite him in a 69ing position. After a moment the lube bottle clicks open and his already stiff cock is presented to her face.
Rose jumps at the opportunity and latches onto the base with ler lips, then licks up his shaft until reaching the tip. A moment’s bitterness from the sweat is washed away as she starts to suck off her husband properly, rubbing the sensitive underside against the roof of her mouth.
Upside down, his dick’s natural upwards curve easily slips to the back of her throat and deep enough that she used to gag. Rose feels his wedding ring against the back of her head as Adam’s other hand grabs her hair and presses her deep.
He happily reciprocates, though given what currently accessorizes her body it’s with a very different technique. His lips tease around the cage, breath warming the metal and nose rubbing against the sensitive areas the cage doesn’t cover.
His thumb rubs in a wet circle where his tongue was last, applying lube to her ass. He slips a finger in, then two, starting to open her up.
Three fingers, then pulled out for more lube. Three for a while more, four, sliding from the tip to halfway up the knuckle as her muffled moans go throaty. He works her over, stretching out the muscle to weaken her body’s ability to strain itself around her husband’s impending cock.
Rose’s eyes roll back and shut as she desperately tries not to gag on the dick throatfucking her and keep sucking as best she can with her remaining airway blocked by his balls. Adam uses his own free mouth to tease her further. “Good girl, maybe we should try training you to take a fist again.”
She hitches and gulps down air, feeling the pulsing inevitability build to a crescendo. She cums for the first time, fizzling blissful euphoria, airlessly screaming as his penis throbs deep in her throat. He rolls his hips to enjoy the hum of her voice, and allows his velvety balls to seal over her nose.
Adam pulls out and leaves her panting, a small cough’s worth of Rose’s viscous drool now lubricating his dick. “Good girl, fuck. You're such a good girl, I'm gonna spoil you, my sweet little wife.”
Rose shakily nods, and wipes the involuntary tears that throating him always brings off her cheek just in time for him to grab her wrists and put them back in the Velcro cuffs behind her back. Little whines of need are her only response as he presses her facedown once more, then slips a firm pillow under her hips. Adam’s cock lines up until it’s perched between her ass cheeks promisingly.
She's utterly helpless, she knows she isn't strong enough to get out from under this pin, not anymore. Wriggling just a little anyway reminds both of them what her natural place is and gives him an excuse to leverage his full weight and trap her under his hands, decorated by a line of kisses up her neck that makes her arch her back up against him.
It's overstimulating, squirm inducing and intense. His lips and breath against her neck are why the ‘collar’ she never takes off is a tattooed flower on her collarbone. He finally stops long enough for her to catch her breath, and puts a water bottle to her lips. She swallows a gulp of cold water, and controls her form, mentally readying herself.
He reaches down to line himself up to penetrate her. He’s so hard, so smitten with his beautiful wife, so ready to take what’s his.
Rose may be on the brink of getting what she wants, but she begs anyway for the sake of it. “Please, please take me Master. Take what's yours, please!”
“Of course, baby,” her man growls, finally beyond his own ability to delay his own gratification for the sake of tormenting her. His tip notches against a well-prepared hole, and starts to slide inside. “Fuck, just like that…”
“Gentle, gentle,” Rose murmurs, knowing she doesn’t need to say it. He’s always gentle… at first. His cock is always a little overwhelming. No matter how he stretches her beforehand, or she relaxes her muscles or pushes back to be as loose as possible, that initial moment of penetration is always intense.
But then the spike of adjustment ends, and her hisses of pleasure take over. He bottoms out, then pulls all the way until just the head of his cock is still inside, then bottoms out again. A big drizzle of lube and a muscle push from Rose removes the friction. One of his hands grabs the bound wrists and the other goes to her shoulder, squeezing the muscles and bracing his weight against her body.
He stops, drawing back like a notched arrow. “Who do you belong to, Rose?”
“You, Master!” A little buzz of giddiness accompanies her well-trained response to that question.
“Good Pet.”
Then Adam grips hard and pulls her down, and Rose lets out a shriek of pleasure as his balls thump against hers. The gentleness is always there in his demeanor, his intention, his love, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it rough. His grip tightens, a little yelp ripped from her throat as her husband starts to hammer her ass hard.
Rose’s body goes limp, surrendering to the dominance of her man making love to her. She loves it. Loves the force, the helplessness, the overwhelming sodomizing intensity. No matter how violent it might look, it’s easy, it's frictionless, it's right. Her man’s pleasure, her Master’s pleasure, is her pleasure.
“Good girl, I’m gonna knock you up, Pet,” Adam grunts, letting go of her hair to rub her belly instead.
She twists her shoulders and neck to the side to kiss him, and he engulfs her lips with his. His tongue satisfies her oral fixation, until she pulls back to beg for what’s about to happen. “Please can I cum, please please please?” She couldn’t stop it if she tried, but it feels better with permission.
He gives her ass a playful slap and a command. “Cum for me, Rose. Cum for Master.”
Adam's thrusts quicken, dick hammering against that button inside, the one being tickled from within by the cage’s rounded tip. Pressure builds like a cork with every slam onto her prostate, coming again before she can recover from the last one. An overstimulated orgasmic scream is buried by fabrics, her vision going whiter than the snowstorm outside. It’s an ocean of pleasure, muscles tightening, straining around the cock pounding into her.
She climaxes again, then again, and collapses flat, mouth agape in a scream too intense to produces sound. She flies, soaring to a plateau of bliss, a warm satisfied pleasure of climax stretched over seconds at a time.
Her caged clit throbs against the restraint, a runny fluid oozing from deep inside until a particularly high peak causes a squirting spray that soaks the towel under her.
She’s his, it feels so good to be his, for him, his sweet submissive obedient docile wifepet. She’s such a good girl, so… Fuck, her brain feels like it’s melting, buzzing around inside a spent body finally out of climaxes to give.
Adam’s getting close, she can feel it in the thundering force of his rutting into her, the way his breath is getting higher and higher, his deep moans- “Fuck, fuck, Rose, I’m- Fuck!”
Adam's dick twitches inside as he crashes down on her all at once, air hissing through his teeth. she loves the feeling of him marking her as his, of having his claim on her body renewed with every wet spurt.
“I love you Adam, love you Sir! Love you love you love you…” Rose’s voice trails off into happy babbles at the weight of her husband’s body draped across her, a heavy blanket.
He laughs, the dominant edge in his voice cut and softened by the tingling afterglow of orgasm. “Yeah, good pet… Fuck, I think I really did get you pregnant that time,” Adam chuckles. His chest rises and falls atop hers, pulse pounding, their bodies slick with sweat. “Love you so much, babe.”
Happy chemicals burble through their bloodstreams, and after another repositioning she’s splayed across his chest, breathing deep against his chest hair. He is warm, and his sweat spiced like peppery suede. His fingers stroke through her hair and down her back, caressing and loving the woman who gave herself to him so completely.
Somehow, at some point, another chocolate finds its way into her mouth, followed by more water. The vitality it grants is the only thing that stops her from falling asleep.
She’s still wearing the dripping cage when the two of them stumble towards the shower, though her knees are so wobbly she needs help standing up at all. He turns the water on, and holds up the key to her cage.
“Here, do you want me to, uh. Take that off?”
Rose twitches at the question. Oh, she could stay caged. She’s slept in it before.
Stay pent up and needy and horny for him. For days… weeks… months…
It’s so flustering to think about.
“We still have a fair bit of vacation left,” Rose mumbles, too embarrassed to answer directly.
Adam takes the hint, puts the key down, and opens the shower door with a devious grin. “Good girl.”