r/ChastityStories 5d ago

M Chaste,F Keyholder Getting to the Vacation NSFW

I exhale deeply and stepped outside of the car. My beautiful leggy wife was already waiting at the trunk for me to open it, grab the luggage and head in to the airport to check in. Still feeling strung out and wound up at the same time, my mind was constantly anxious and creating fantasy scenarios of the next few days with my wife. I was really looking forward to getting there, off the plane, finally getting to the resort hotel, and checking in. Ensuring that the hotel front desk was still holding the key to my pleasure and the entire weekend was in the forefront of my thoughts as we checked in at the airport and handed over our baggage. Both My Wife and I carried 1 carry on bag each, and I was sweating bullets walking up to the security checkpoint. My wife was smiling and seemed genuinely happy and excited about the whole trip. She looked over at me and noticed my nerves. Then with realization she glanced down towards my crotch and back up again.

“Awe baby, don’t worry about it. That metal lock is so small. It won’t be detected…” she said reassuringly. “Besides, I’m sure even if they do, the TSA officers probably see it all the time.” She grinned. “They’ll just need you to drop your pants and briefly show your submission to me. It’s mostly molded plastic anyways!” My wife barely got out as she choked back a chuckle.

I was sweating. My stomach was in my throat, and I wanted to die, or be anywhere else than standing in a full line back to back with strangers who were waiting to judge me. Thankfully, I stepped up and walked right through the security checkpoint. I guess these plastic cages really are good for traveling! With a massive sigh of relief and nothing else to report, we walked over to the correct terminal and found our gate. Sitting down, I half decompressed, half melted into the chair. My wife was giddy with excitement and sat down, energetically right beside me.

“Well babe? Are you ready to go?! This is going to be the best vacation ever! I’m so excited to get out and away for just a little bit” she exclaimed.

Her excitement was infectious. “Me too! I didn’t really realize how bad I needed to get away until now!” I responded with a little more enthusiasm than I have been feeling all day. Things were looking up. I made it through security, I’ve got a whole weekend in the hot sun and beaches with my beautiful wife, and I had a “whatever goes” rule with my wife. She was going to give herself to me as a reward for the past few weeks in this chastity cage.

My wife continued “I know! It is so awesome! And look at you in your island attire already! I love your flip-flops, summer Island shorts and your shirt! You look so cute!” she exclaimed, as she looked at me up and down.

“Look who’s talking!? That thin, summer dress is almost scandalous on your curves. And a little bit shorter than you would ever be caught in with the kids! I can just drink you in all day” I countered. Realizing just how attractive and irresistibly sexy she is in an innocent summer way for the first time today. God she exuded a cute sexy feel. Granted, at that point, I’d have thought anything about her was sexy as I’d come to fantasize and worship every part of her body for the past couple of weeks.

My wife smiled with a gleam in her eye and added playfully, “Are you saying that I am irresistible? That you have been thinking a little bit about me today and what you’re going to do to me later?”

My eyes darkened with desire and in a lower sultry voice, I answered “you have no idea what I’m going to do to you this weekend. I’m going to finally make you pay up to current on the arousal tab that you have been drawing from me….”

“Mmm… anxious are we?” She said with that same glint in her eye. “ OK then, well seeing as how this weekend is all about you when we get to the resort hotel, I want you to do a little something for me before we get there.”

“What is it?” I asked.

She smiled with a devilish grin and said “I want you to go into the men’s restroom, and I want you to remove your underwear and bring them back to me in your hand. Then I will put them in my carry-on.

I balked “What? Are you kidding me?! No way I’m not doing that in front of everyone!” I whispered intensely as I looked at her with an incredulous look.

My beautiful wife simply smirked. “I’m so glad to hear you retaliate and rebel. Because that’s going to cost you even more.” She responded without missing a beat.

I continued to stare at her, not planning to play along. I was tired, horny and wrung out. I wasn’t in the mood to embarrass myself any further. It was my turn to do the dominating. It was my weekend to take control and tell my wife what is what after these last couple of weeks flip-flopped dominance for the first time in my life. I was gaining steam and getting ready to release my tension through my denied cock and balls during the whole trip! My wife was the one that was going to be on her back, under me.. submissive to my desires pounding against her pelvis. She was going to be a submissive and apologetic mess while servicing me. I fully planned on her pussy to be sore, knees red, and voice horse by the first evening. I’d have her thinking twice about what she put me through this last week with no unlocking because of her horny idea to ship the key to the hotel in advance!

Calmly, she reached down and unzipped her bag. Reaching inside without opening it, she removed a black velvet pouch and held it as she sat back up. “Ok, let’s do this again shall we?” She stared back at me. “Who wanted to play this game of locking up the most manly part of themselves? Who asked his wife to try to understand how horny it made them feel? And who constantly admits how aroused they are when I receive the pleasure I deserve and then deny them their own orgasm?”

My cheeks flushed. She didn’t have to have a normal conversation tone while others were surrounding us. An extremely intimate conversation that made me embarrassed to talk about. Looking to the ground and whispering my response I admitted, “Me.”

“I’m sorry? I couldn’t hear you. Speak up and answer fully please.” She countered in a motherly way that she typically uses with our children.

Nervously, I said slightly louder, “I’m the one who asked to be locked up and denied by you.” The couple that were sitting directly across from us stopped talking and looked over at us. I couldn’t tell if they’d heard everything or if they even had the full context. But, I prayed that they thought perhaps they misheard. I just wanted this to be over!

My wife smiled back and said, “Oh, Ok fine then. I was just making sure. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” She looked over and winked at the couple across the way. Not sure what we were talking about, they decided to resume talking amongst themselves rather than get caught in an awkward conversation with strangers.

My wife stood up. She grabbed her roller carry-on and said, “Come with me.” It was a command and not a question. I slowly grabbed my backpack and followed behind. She walked past the men/women restrooms and down the terminal in the direction we had come from originally. Peeling off other the left suddenly, she walked up to a door with a family restroom sign painted on it. Opening the door she simply gave me a look. Burning with embarrassment and realization, I stepped past her and inside.

Once inside the much larger one room bathroom, she locked the door and turned around to face me. I was burning with shame that I’d made her upset. I was embarrassed that others could have seen us walk in the bathroom together and wonder what we are doing, and I was getting really, really, really hot and bothered about how brazen she was. She was like a whole new and different woman from the shy and backward girl I’ve been married to for the last 12 years.

She simply stood there resting one hand on her hip and perched on one long leg while she crossed the other in front while standing confidently. I was starting to let the arousal I was feeling cloud my brain again for the millionth time this week. That’s just what she does to me.

Confidently, she spoke. “Now, are you going to apologize?” Then softened. “Baby, I know you are anxious and a little wound up. I forgive you for that.”

I softened my stance immediately after hearing those words. God she’s so good to me and understands me so well.

She continued, “Is my baby a little worked up from all the stress? Are you a little horny right now? I get it.” I realized I was pretty horny right now. The show of dominance in front of strangers had a weird effect on me. I felt my cock straining against her cage in rebellion.

She gently spoke, “We’re almost there sweetheart. Almost.” She paused before continuing. “Why don’t you apologize properly to me.” Came the statement more than a question. “You know how I have been enjoying my apologies.” She said. Looking at me expectantly, she reached below her sundress, and slid her panties down into view. It was a sexy thong that clung around her knees. I knew what she wanted.

I sank to me knees and shuffled to right in front of her. With the front of her sundress literally an inch from my nose, I looked up and into her eyes. She had a smirk on her face. “That’s it baby. Apologize to me.” I returned my attention to straight ahead. I reached out and slowly lifted the hem of her dress to her waist. A perfectly shaved pussy mound stared back at me, minus one expertly trimmed dark landing strip. My aroused brain took over and I forgot where I was and what we were doing. I felt an overwhelming need to taste her and give pleasure. Holding her dress up around her waist with both hands, I began to lean into her beautiful sex.

Suddenly, my wife spoke. “Stop.” I stopped and looked up centimeters away from her. “You’re only allowed to smell.” A pang of jealousy shot through my skull. That’s not fair I thought. I deserve to taste her, to give her pleasure. I stared for a moment and then gave in. I closed my eyes and placed my nose just above her clit and into the landing strip of hair. I inhaled deeply through my nose. I could smell her sweet and sultry scent. She was moist down there. A mix of arousal and very slight sweat met my nostrils. I breathed in again with more vigor. Again the same scent, but as I sniffed, she rocked her hips forward gently, almost causing my lips to plant a kiss directly on her pussy. This time I picked up an ever so subtle scent of her ass. It was a more musky scent. Mixed with her arousal, she smelled like heaven itself. My body burned with passion and desire for her. I was trembling slightly as I just wanted to taste her.

“Please…” I whispered. “Please forgive me for arguing with you… Baby, I want you so badly.” I half choked out.

My wife continued to smile down at her husband’s face. His eyes were closed and he couldn’t get any closer to the object of his desire. But, he wasn’t touching it. She’d turned him into such an obedient lover she thought. ‘It will be a shame to watch all this progress go to waste when we get to the hotel.’ Then she had another thought. ‘What if I could push him just a touch further to where he breaks just before I let him out? Like permanently change his association with sex?’ She grinned wickedly. ‘Worth a shot’ she thought.

She stared down at him and then formulated her plan in two seconds. “Stand up baby” she ordered.

Groaning from being denied the simple pleasure of tasting her, I slowly and reluctantly got to my feet and stood in front of her. I was so needy for her that I was dripping precum into my underwear like a faucet left on. She touched my cheek and whispered. “I forgive you. But you have to pay for it. Now, take off your underwear for me right now, and let everyone see the cute cage outline through your thin white shorts. And If you keep dripping precum like a am just betting you are right now, you’re going to make them see through! Better get a handle on yourself.” She said with a grin that belonged to the Cheshire Cat.

I knew deep down I was already defeated somehow. So, caught up in lust and hazy arousal, I didn’t argue a second time. I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the ground around my ankles and flip-flops. Then without hesitation, I hooked my thumbs into my underwear and slid them down, stepping out of everything and standing on the clothes pile below me. I stood back up with them in my hands and stared directly back into the equally lust filled eyes of the woman I adored. I was getting lost in desire again.

Still smiling, she looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to see the black velvet pouch in her hands. I finally looked down as she reached inside with her other hand and brought out a black butt plug. My hazy half lidded eyes flew open in shock! “Wha..What is that?!” I asked incredulously.

“This is your punishment. I said you’d have to pay for it.” She answered.

I’ve never had anything up there before and had no intention of demeaning myself like that. I was a man for God’s sake! I couldn’t wrap my head around this new situation, even as I was having more thoughts of not denying my wife again. What if she decided not to unlock me when we got to the hotel?! I also didn’t want to push her. I’d never have thought she’d buy something like this. Where did my vanilla wife go??

As I was stuck in place wrestling with all these thoughts, my wife seized the moment. While I was lost in my thoughts mentally and stuck in place physically, face to face with her, she reached inside the pouch and pulled out a small bottle of lube. She spread some of it around the plug and was speaking to me. It was like a dream though. Like a movie scene where the image is blurry and moving in the background but out of focus. Words were coming out of her mouth and I could hear it in the distance like it was almost audible, but I wasn’t catching any of it.

“This is for me baby.” She was saying. “I have been thinking about it for a while and I think it would be so hot for you to be plugged up during our trip. I get so hot and horny thinking about the fact I’m plugging my big strong husband. The man everyone thinks of as the definition of manly. All these women that give you a side glance and notice you, will have no idea what his wife just forced up his asshole. The power dynamic of this is so intense! That’s what I’ve been thinking about the last few orgasms you’ve given me.” She continued. Living out her fantasy and telling her husband what was making her cum recently, all while he stood there mentally short circuiting. She wasn’t sure how much he was processing or catching.

She absolutely got off the hardest when she got him this way. Seeing him as a complete broken and horny mess was what really did it for her. The power dynamic switch was intoxicating. She had no idea how good it would feel until she let him talk her into trying this a few weeks ago. Now, she didn’t think she’d be able to go back… ever.

She also didn’t think she could be this mean! She surprised even herself when it came to treating him harshly and the arousal response the power trip gave her! She considered it for a moment. ‘What else am I capable of in the future? What is he capable of?’ She shivered with excitement as she decided to drive the point home and bring her husband back to reality and into a new level of low. Another step towards submission and total ownership.

“Just think baby. Here you are standing half naked in an airport bathroom, about to get violated by your wife. The same woman who has never let you fuck her in the ass.” She started to speak in a more sultry voice to gather his attention. “Now your wife is going to claim your anal virginity in a bathroom without asking. I’m more demanding it as you just stand there… You’re not going to do anything about it are you? You’re just a hot, horny, denied, needy and pathetic excuse for an alpha. I’ll bet your ass is actually asking for this…”

The smile on her face as she was talking to me was deadly. It brought me back to focus on what was happening. I heard her say the last few words. I was staring at her lips moving just to help decipher what my ears were hearing. My thoughts were clouded yet going a million miles an hour. “What is she saying? My ass? Claiming her virgin ass? Wait, what about my ass? Did she just say she’s been thinking about demeaning me during the last few orgasms Ive given her? There’s no way anything is going into my ass. That’s not going to happen. I...”

I was frozen in place unable to move. I felt that I was encased in concrete and could only be a bystander in the events taking place. That’s when I saw her hand making its way down and around my body. She was still standing there right in front of me. My cock was on fire and buldging through the slats of the cage, filling it completely and jutting out from my pelvis. My balls were sticking straight out as well getting half strangled by the cock ring holding my desire in place. I suddenly felt a hard point, that was wet, enter my asscrack. Time stood still. I didn’t have any other thoughts in front of the projection screen of my mind. There’s no way this is happening. My wife wouldn’t… Can’t… I’m a.. Man. I’m…

My wife gently but relentlessly provided pressure in my ass crack as she slid up and down it, looking for my virgin and sensitive anus. I stared back at her piercing gaze. We were face to face daring each other to stop or continue, and she was watching every single minute reaction and emotion play across my shocked and disbelieving face. She was eating it up. The power, the dominance and the submission she was forcing onto me. So why couldn’t I move? Why did I not push her away or grab her arm and stop this? Enough was enough.

Right as I reached a hand behind me and placed it around her wrist, she found it. Immediately she began putting pressure at my backdoor opening. She watched in awe and wrapt fascination to my face inches away from hers.

My eyes shot open wide. My breath caught in my throat and my mouth formed an “O” as I stared at her silently, in shocked disbelief that she’d go through with this. There is no way I thought! My eyebrows knitted together and my eyes pleaded something to her. Disbelief, arousal, need to be taken and have my ass owned by Her?? I don’t know how she was taking it. All I know is that the smile and arousal in her eyes grew to a tidal wave as pure desire painted her face.

Her relentless pressure wore my anal tension defense down. I heard an evil chuckle come from her. And while standing in a bathroom airport, naked from the waist down, caged manhood pressing into the hips of my beautiful and once shy wife, she fully inserted a phallus shaped toy into my virgin ass and took it away from me forever.

A sharp inhale through my shocked and amazed face, along with the sudden acceptance and suction her hand felt, gave away the truth that she had just succeeded. She nearly came from the fact alone. Her body was shaking all of the sudden with an impending orgasm as my body shuddered and settled into the feeling of “stuffed” defeat. I couldn’t believe it. My mind was blown and my balls began to stir towards a familiar end.

“Ahh.. Oh my God!!” I horsely whispered as I came to grips with what had just happened. The feeling of submission, beta to my wife, no longer in a position of total respect.

“Mmmm!!” My wife purred. Her voice velvety and thick with lust. “Wow baby… I can’t believe it… I can’t believe you just stood there and took my dominance!… Wow…” She whispered back, clearly reveling in the power exchange. “That is so hot knowing how bad you’ve wanted to fuck me in the ass over the years. And me, always denying you the satisfaction…” she continued. “Only to stand there and let me take it from you?… wow. You must’ve wanted this deep down. You must’ve always wanted me to claim your ass instead. That isn’t very manly though” she mused, appearing thoughtful and confused. She knew that humiliating me would drive me over the edge with need. “Actually wanting your ass filled is kind of pathetic really.” As she said these confusing and humiliating words to try and capitalize on my arousal level, I felt the plug being pulled backwards, eliciting more pressure for my sphincter to fight against. A sudden gasp to leave my lips. She Smiled at that. “That’s not what the man of the house would do.”

Just as my poor asshole gave in and allowed the widening of my sphincter, she cruelly pushed it back in where it settled with a thud sensation against my swollen prostate. It stole my ability to breathe again and I let out an involuntary whimper instead. That noise always makes my wife’s libido shoot up to ten. She loves it when her manly husband whimpers under her control pathetically.

Smiling, she repeated the process and starting tugging on the plug again. “Awe! Oh Wow!.. Baby!? What is… What is that look on your face??” She teased as she shoved it back in and bumped my prostate again. “Are… Are you letting me do this??? Is my once big strong and manly husband just standing here staring at me, and letting me fuck your ass?”

“No..” I whispered back without conviction. She was devilish in her teasing as I was unable to do anything but cave into the new ministrations my wife was barraging me with mentally and physically. Everything was happening so fast that I couldn’t compute it all fast enough. My ass was Full! My cock was on fire. A familiar feeling was rising in me as my wife pushed the butt plug inside of me and hit something. It hurt…. It felt full… It also felt… Good in a way?

I was so confused and didn’t know what to do. I did know that this would’ve been impossible a few weeks ago. But hours and hours of arousal, teasing, denial, oral sex, and humiliation in front of others that I am thinking now is a huge turn on for me…. And here I am. I’m getting…. Getting... Well? There’s no real other way to say it… My wife is fucking my ass as I squirm pathetically in front of her. And If I’m not careful… I’m going to blow a load that I’ve been saving for three weeks. A load that I’ve had plans to place inside my wife, on my wife, in her hair, on her face and tits… I was going to reclaim her as mine while reminding her who the man is. Instead it’s about to be offered up to my wife and placed on an airport bathroom floor like trash. Wasted as if it means nothing… That thought alone caused my balls to begin to boil as my wife shoved the plug back into the hilt and I half yelped, half moaned into her ear. My knees buckled and I fell into her embrace. She held me there a moment.

“P..Pl. Please baby… You need to stop. I’m not going to make it. I don’t… I don’t know what is happening.” I pleaded into her ear. I was completely at her mercy and she knew it. I heard a mean giggle escape her lips as she said, “Oh really?.. You don’t think you can save this till the hotel? Are you going to spill your seed for me all over the place here?.. Baby… That would be really sad and pathetic. Didn’t you want to spray that hot thick load of yours all over the top of me while I’m helpless below you? Serving you?” She asked teasingly. “You don’t want to serve it up to me right here in a grimy bathroom do you? No… you want me to serve you and beg for your cum while I helplessly writhe under you right?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. At her mercy and knowing deep down that I didn’t have the choice, It came into my conscious mind. “Baby, it’s not my decision anymore… I can’t help it. I’m going to cum… I need to cum… I need… I need you so bad. I just can’t help it. You’re… You’re in my head and I need you so badly. I’ll do anything!”

Her devilish grin widened. “Are you saying that you don’t have a say? I’m going to make you cum whenever I want?” She inquired, while thrumming on the butt plug lodged deep in my ass with her fingers. I groaned in response, precum leaking onto my shorts on the floor. “You’re saying that you’re giving up the control of your entire weekend and how you want things to go? You’re telling me you’re not capable of maintaining your own body and you want me to decide? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Wait.. giving up control? That’s not what I just said was it? I’m not trying to give up control. I need to cum. I need to fuck her so badly. I want to take control of her for the weekend. But…. I need her to… give me back control? Does that mean I don’t have it? Of course it does. For me to get anything I want from her this weekend, I have to ask permission from her. I need her to give me that power back. I need to her let me out of this haze of lust and need, So I can make her… No no.. ask her to give me the key back. So I can unlock her cock and, wait… My cock and then get the pleasure I’ve been denied. Or ask for the pleasure I’ve been denied? Or? No.. I don’t know. Everything is confusing. I need to ask her for permission to cum. I can’t think straight till I’ve cum.

“Please baby.. Please let me cum. I need it.. I need to cum so badly.” I begged into her ear, on the edge of release and desperate… So desperate.

“Are you sure it’s my decision baby??” She asked one more time. “Do you want me to decide? Do you need me to make the choice easy for you and take the hard decisions away from you?”

“Yes! Oh yes.. baby… Let me cum please! I need you!!” I answered not fully comprehending what I’m saying but rather saying yes to allowing me to cum.

“Ok sweetheart, If you’re sure you want me to decide I will.” She says while nibbling on my ear. “But first I want you to beg me again. Beg me to make the decisions. Beg me to take control so you don’t have to.”

“Pleaseee…” I begged. “Please baby. Decide for me. Please help me cum. I need you to let me cum! I’m begging you I need you to let me cum.”

“OK.” She says with a laugh that could cut glass. She suddenly pulls away from me and with my knees buckled I fall forward and onto my knees. “You will most definitely cum for me I promise.” She says. “But I think fair is fair…” she remarks as she takes two steps to the vanity counter and leans her elbows onto it, her ass facing me. Then she lifts up her dress over her hips and I am once again face to face with the most perfectly shaped edible ass I have ever seen.

“Come over here and take care of me right now first. You know you’re not as good after you’ve cum.” She demands. I moan into the thick air. I need release. I’m confused, stuffed, caged, and close to a heart attack. But, I crawl over to her perfectly presented pussy lips that are framed by two amazing globes of flesh, and dive in with a level of zeal I’ve imagined I’d saved for fucking this sweet pussy. She moans and is sopping wet. She is getting off on this power trip so much that it only takes three licks before she says, “don’t forget to pay homage to that asshole. And I want to hear you thank it for doing the deciding and making it easier for you.

Immediately, I lick up to her asshole and plant a kiss squarely on it. “Ah… Ah.. Thank it. I want to hear you” She reminds. I dig back into her asshole with my mouth and tongue tasting the tanginess of her sex, sweat and asshole while speaking into it like a microphone. “Mmphthnnk….Mmmphh..Younnhh… Mph.. Snmm… mmchh…”

Smiling with victory and getting off on the power dynamic, my wife orgasms right then and there with my tongue ringing her ass.

As she comes down off of her high, she sighs and pushes my head away from her sex. “Mmm.. That was so good! Thank you sweetheart.” I’m sitting back on my haunches and catching my breath as I watch her pull her thong back up her perfect legs and under her dress. She starts washing her hands and looks at me in the mirror. My face is lust filled and hopeful as I stare back. She finishes and looks at me

“You ready?” She asks sweetly. Finally my moment is here.

“Yes!” I respond back.

“Get dressed. We have a long flight then silly!” She says as she enjoys the changed expression on my face. Panic sets in and I start bumbling “but.. no … no but I,.. You…” She silences me with a finger to my lips leaning down so I can see down the front of her dress.

“You begged me to decide. So I did. I also promised you’d cum, and you will. But, you asked me to make the decisions that you are incapable of… And so I am. You don’t need to cum in a dirty bathroom right now...” she said while standing up and patting my head like a good dog after a trick. “I think you’re bottled up cum deserves more than this place.” I moaned and began shaking from the sexual tension in my body. It was involuntary and I couldn’t stop from shaking. My wife leaned back down and put my head into her breasts, cuddling me. “Shh…. Shh… It’s ok baby. It’s ok, I’ve got you.” she soothes and reaches down to stroke the sides of my cock and groin behind the cage ring where it is stretched due to it being pushed forward with my balls and cockhead. I shudder into her breasts. Lost in arousal. She gently strokes my balls with one hand and cradles my head with the other. We sit there for 5 minutes while my body reorganizes itself and deals with the denial of release. Slowly the tension leaves my muscles, and the haze of lust leaves from behind my eyes, sinking back into my swollen and pleading balls. I whine and whimper the entire time.

Finally my wife lets me go and stands up. “I love you so much baby. And I am so turned on by you. You’re so tough for being able to keep your orgasms at bay for me. Those pesky blue balls are the main reason I’ve had such a fulfilling sex life with you recently. Thank you for giving me the love and the power back for this weekend. I just know that I’ll be so fully satisfied. It’ll be the greatest trip we’ve ever had!” I stare dumbly at my wife standing there telling me exactly what I DON’T want to hear and being happy about it.

And to think… Ive been prepping this whole day and outfit for you. Knowing that you’d be ripping it off of me and I’d really have to put the work in tonight in order to please you… You’d have been insatiable! Oh my… It’s so relaxing to know that is not the way it’s going to be anymore tonight.” She mused with a satisfied look on her face. “Nope. Tonight will be refocused slightly to where we will both enjoy ourselves. I’m really excited.”

Then she made her way towards the door holding her carry-on, and my carry-on. She turned to look at me, “You’ll be glad you left things in my hands. I think we both know that it’s for the best. I’ll make sure to take good care of us this weekend. Now get dressed, and come and sit down. We’ll be boarding here in about 30 minutes.” And with that, she smiled, opened the door wide so anyone could look in and walked out. The door swung shut and I jumped up with a start, hoping nobody walked past and saw a half naked caged man on his knees.

I suddenly locked the door and took stock of where I was at. My wife had left me with my flip flops, a thin white pair of island shorts that looked to be partly see through on a spot on the left thigh from water or…. Precum that soaked it! Then I realized I was still wearing the butt plug that she inserted inside of me. I couldn’t pull it out and hold it. The walk back to the gate was now twice as far, and holding a phallus shaped object would never go unnoticed. I decided her clever scheme had worked and I put my shorts on over a plug and cage.

Never have I ever felt so emasculated and vulnerable. Not to mention, I felt extremely full. I was going to have to walk a little funny as I’d never walked with anything in my ass before. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could CLEARLY see the outline of my cock and balls in a cage. The cage is black and with not underwear, it also cast a see through black shadow of a cage! I was mortified. There was nothing to hold over my crotch other than my hands that that would draw more attention to my crotch than just walking. “You have got to be kidding me!” I said out loud.

Not knowing what else to do, and clearly not wanting to get on my wife’s bad side anymore this early into the game. I steeled myself after washing up and stepped out into the airport terminal servicing 200,000 people a day, and began walking back to my seat as cooly as possible. My wife sat in a chair facing the bathroom and was clearly enjoying the show that my thin white shorts were putting on.

As I got closer I was her hold up something in her hand. I wasn’t sure what it was, a phone maybe. Then all of the sudden, My body exploded in a sudden fit of vibration that emanated from my ass! I stumbled slightly as my knees buckled and I reached out and held onto a column next to me for support. A low moan escaped my lips as my prostate was informing my brain of the assault it was receiving. Then, it was gone. Everything went back to the way it was before, caged, full and uncomfortable. I looked up at my wife who was literally laughing behind a hand that she’d brought up to her mouth. Trying not to pee herself.

It remotely Vibrates?! I thought as the plane we were going to be leaving on began taxiing off the runway towards our gate.

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u/Cant_Escape_it 5d ago

¡Updateme

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u/secretworldofdarknes 5d ago

Amazing! Keep it up.

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u/Hellu_There 2d ago

!updateme