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03/10/2026
It was 6:45 in the morning. Karen, a 32-year-old first-year attorney, stood in the kitchen of their apartment getting ready for work, her curvy hips swaying from side to side as she stirred cream into her coffee. Jim sat at the table, still trying to get used to the metal chastity cage Karen had him lock himself into. The little stainless-steel cage enclosed his rather conservative 4.5-inch cock, so he was unable to have sex or even masturbate.
The cage had been on for three weeks now, with only supervised removal for weekly cleanings. Every time he tried to get hard, the cage reminded him who controlled his pleasure. No longer was he masturbating on his own and expending his sexual energy away from Karen and on himself. Ever since the cage went on, Karen had noticed a major difference in his newfound willingness to help around the house and simply be more emotionally available to her.
“Remember, the landlord’s coming over tonight,” Karen said without turning around. “He’s bringing the new lease agreement for us to sign.”
Jim’s stomach tightened. Their therapist had encouraged Karen to explore this arrangement, but hearing it spoken about so casually still made his heart skip.
Karen turned, her blonde hair catching the light. She wore a thin white top, her nipples pressing against the fabric. A short denim skirt hugged the outline of her curvy hips.
“Now, remember the rules,” she continued. “Once this agreement is signed, you will have no sexual access to me. My body is off-limits to you. When I play, you’ll sit on the bench outside the room. You can listen, but you’re not allowed to watch. You also don’t get to ask any questions afterward.
“There are no secrets here, Jim. You know full well what the agreement entails. However, the details of our play will remain private.
“I’m not going to be reduced to a live porn show for you. And if you break any of these rules, you’ll be getting a very red bare-bottom spanking. Is that clear?”
Jim reluctantly nodded his approval, his face flushing.
Karen had been boldly stepping into her new role, considering the recent changes within their relationship.
The cage tightened as Jim’s cock tried to swell. The sexual tension he was feeling was intense.
It had been several months since Karen had found out about Jim’s “cuckold fetish.” At first, she was upset, but as time went on, she reconsidered it. Between the many lifestyle groups and ChatGPT, it was amazing how much information she could find these days.
It was there that she learned about female-led relationships, enforced male chastity, and, of course, Jim’s undisclosed kink of cuckolding. There are several ways of cuckolding your husband, but the basic structure is a one-sided open relationship in which wives are free to take other lovers while the husband remains faithful only to her.
Some cuckoldresses have just one extramarital partner, while others play with multiple men. Karen needed an emotional connection, so her interests were firmly in the former version.
Since Jim had lost his job, the rent had been getting harder to pay. This was where Karen pitched the idea of exchanging the rent by cuckolding Jim with the landlord, which the landlord was all too happy to agree to. She said she knew he had a thing for her because he was always staring at either her tits or ass whenever she came and went from the apartment.
At 7:15 p.m., the knock on the door came.
Karen opened it, and the 55-year-old Black landlord stepped inside their unpaid apartment.
He was six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair. His eyes immediately dropped to Karen’s ass as she walked ahead of him.
“Evening,” he said, his voice deep and calm. “You kids ready to work off some rent?”
Karen smiled, already slipping into her submissive role.
“Yes, sir.”
She also had a secret she had kept from Jim: she had always had a thing for the taboo of interracial sex. Something about the contrast in skin tones and the talk of those large Black cocks always made her wet to think about.
The moment they had all signed the new lease, the landlord looked at Jim.
“You need to strip down to just your T-shirt and your little cuck cage. Then I want your bare bottom sitting on that bench by the bedroom door!”
Jim obeyed the order.
Well, clearly Karen and the landlord have already talked this all through, Jim thought. I didn’t realize this was going to start now!
There was no need for any icebreakers or small talk.
I wonder when they had that conversation?
At this point, Jim started to rethink the whole female-led relationship idea. Clearly, Karen had been making decisions for both of them now.
As Jim undressed, his face reddened with embarrassment at being seen by another man wearing nothing but his T-shirt and cage. The landlord stood up from the table, simply took Karen by the hand, and led her back to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Jim followed behind, and his bottom touched the cold, hard top of the bench. He was left there with only his thoughts about what was going on behind the door.
Jim strained to hear the occasional faint sounds that would, at times, leak through the thin wooden panel separating them.
He could hear what sounded like fabric rustling. A belt buckle clinked. Karen’s soft voice gave an inaudible response to the landlord amid their muffled bedroom talk.
Jim heard the zipper of Karen’s skirt. The denim hit the floor. Then came the sound of deep kissing. Karen moaned, and he heard them kissing for some time.
The bed creaked. More sounds of soft kissing.
Jim pressed his ear to the door.
After about ten minutes, Jim heard the landlord say, “That’s it - Spread your legs a little wider for me, babe.”
Jim could hear the sounds of legs sliding along the bedding - His bedding!
A pit formed in his stomach. It was the old cuckold angst that drove the fetish: a mix of erotic jealousy, sexual frustration, and intense compression.
Karen’s breathing changed to short, excited gasps.
“You’re so wet,” the landlord said. “Been thinking about this all day?”
“Yes,” Karen giggled bashfully.
Jim imagined where the landlord’s fingers were right now, rubbing Karen’s little clit, or maybe he had his fingers in her – Whatever it was, Karen whimpered softly.
The mattress springs groaned as weight shifted, then more sounds came as they navigated their bodies into position on the bed.
Jim heard the landlord saying softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Just relax. You’re going to feel a little pressure.”
Jim knew that, at that very moment, the landlord was taking his wife.
This moment changed everything for them. For the first time in Karen’s life, another man’s penis would be inside her.
There was a sharp intake of Karen’s breath and another little whimper.
“Oh - It’s so big,” she whispered.
“Relax. You’re doing fine.”
Jim could only imagine the image of landlord’s black cockhead pressing against Karen’s wet entrance as her lips were forced open and parted to accept this larger man into her body. Karen’s breathing turned to short pants.
The bed frame began a slow, steady rhythm - creak, pause, creak, another pause. He must have been stopping to let her adjust to his size.
Images flashed through Jim’s mind of the landlord’s massive shaft sliding in and out of the place that had only been visited by him - until now.
Karen’s moans started softly, then grew louder. The rhythm changed - faster, then slower, then fast again.
Jim’s cock strained uselessly in its cage. He could smell faint traces of Karen’s arousal seeping under the door - musky and sweet, mixed with the landlord’s deeper, masculine scent.
The kissing sounds returned, deeper and more desperate. Karen made a muffled noise that suggested the landlord’s tongue was deep in her mouth while his cock was deeply exploring her most intimate spaces.
The bed shifted.
Jim heard what he thought might have been Karen’s knees sliding across the mattress. The rhythm resumed - long, powerful strokes that made the headboard tap the wall.
Karen’s moans turned into little cries.
Jim had never heard her make those sounds.
Suddenly, the rhythm stopped. Jim heard Karen’s surprised gasp as the landlord seemed to have uncoupled himself from her. More sounds of movement came from the bed.
A few moments later came the unmistakable sound of Karen’s mouth sucking the landlord’s cock. She gagged softly, then tried again.
Jim’s eyes widened.
Karen had never sucked his cock - not once in eight years. She aways said it was degrading to women to do that.
The sucking sounds continued - Wet, sloppy, eager. Karen moaned around the shaft, the sounds carrying through the door. Jim’s cage ached, which only increased his feelings of jealousy.
“Good girl,” the landlord praised. “Take it a little deeper.”
Karen coughed, recovered, and kept going. The sucking grew more confident. Jim heard the landlord’s low groan of approval.
The bed creaked again.
Karen gasped, and Jim realized the landlord must have mounted her again. Then came the sounds of the landlord thrusting again - This made Jim’s balls tighten. The rhythm started slowly, then built.
Karen’s breathing changed - Deeper, more urgent.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
The landlord maintained his rhythm. Karen’s moans climbed higher over the next few minutes.
Jim was amazed at how long they had been going. He would have been done within a minute.
Their rhythm continued, and then Jim heard the sharp cry of Karen climaxing.
Jim’s heart pounded.
The landlord kept thrusting through her climax, drawing it out of her with every breath and whimper of her newfound erotic freedom.
The smell of sex grew stronger under the door - Sweat, arousal, the landlord’s pre-cum beginning to mix with Karen’s juices.
After a bit longer, the landlord’s breathing changed. His strokes grew shorter and harder. Karen’s voice rose in encouragement.
Then the landlord groaned, deep and long.
Jim heard the unmistaken sound of the landlord coming… At that moment, he knew pulses of the landlord’s semen were flooding into Karen’s unprotected womb.
Karen gasped, “Oh yes, come in me!”
Jim’s heart practically stopped beating.
Time almost stopped.
Then the room went quiet except for heavy breathing.
Jim heard the landlord moving around on the bed. He could imagine his black cock sliding out of her, leaving only a void of space where he had invaded her along with a trail of semen leaking between Karen legs onto their sheets.
“Jim,” the landlord called out. “You can come in now.”
Jim opened the door and saw them both lying on their backs, arm in arm.
The smell hit him hard at first—raw sex, sweat, and the landlord’s thick seed.
Karen was sweaty, her legs still spread from where she had been when he pulled out of her. White cum oozed from her vaginal lips and ran down between her ass cheeks. Her inner thighs glistened.
“Your turn. Clean her up for me,” ordered the landlord.
Jim knew all too well what the drill was. He crawled onto the bed and between Karen’s legs, right over the wet spot they had left during their lovemaking. He slowly lowered his mouth onto Karen’s red and swollen vaginal lips. Jim had never seen them like this.
The first taste was salty and bitter, mixed with Karen’s sweetness. He licked carefully around her entrance, then pushed his tongue inside.
Karen moaned softly as he cleaned her.
The cum—there was so much of it. Some had already leaked down her ass. Jim had to hold up her legs to reach the rosebud of Karen’s little anus with his tongue to finish the job.
“That’s it,” Karen whispered. “Get it all, baby.”
The landlord watched while lying beside her.
Jim tried to thrust his hips into the bed in the vain hope of getting some sexual release.
The landlord smiled.
“Good luck with that, Jim. I think those days are over for you now!”
Karen, feeling a little embarrassed for him, sat up in bed.
When she moved, the landlord saw her panties on the bed beneath her.
“Hand me your panties!”
Karen grabbed her now-soaked underwear, which she had placed underneath herself to catch some of her wetness in the beginning.
Her panties were dark with their combined fluids. At this point, it was a lost cause; they were completely soaked.
The landlord handed them to Jim.
“Put them on! I want your caged little cock to be in direct contact with the remains of our time together. Call it a little reminder of the new lease we all consummated this evening.”
Jim stepped into the damp panties and slid them into place. The wet, cold fabric pressed against his cage, carrying the smell of their lovemaking directly to his nose and skin.
Jim’s penis tried to get free but was given only the chance to feel the cold, clammy wetness of her panties touching his caged cock.
They lay there together in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The landlord kissed Karen several times goodnight, got dressed, and left at around midnight.
Karen said, “I think I need some time alone to process all this.”
She then kissed Jim goodnight, closed the bedroom door, and went to sleep.
His sexual frustration grew as he rubbed his fingertips across the wet fabric of Karen’s soiled panties. Out of desperation for release, he held them to his nose, repeatedly smelling the scent of both of them on his fingers.
Jim was held, suspended in a state of cuckold angst.
He finally drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, they talked.
Karen told Jim, “You’re my soulmate, but the landlord is now my lover. I’ve realized I can have two people in my life filling different roles. The landlord can give me what you can’t, but you can give me many things he’s not capable of providing.”
Over the next few weeks, the pattern repeated.
Sometimes the landlord came downstairs. Sometimes Karen went up to his apartment and stayed the night. Each time, Jim listened from the bench to the sounds of them making love.
Jim tried to peek in on them once. The landlord caught him and delivered a hard, bare-bottom spanking over his knee while Karen watched Jim being scolded and paddled.
“Private, not secret,” the landlord reminded him. “Your job is simple. You’re to sit bare-bottomed on your little bench and listen. When told, come in and clean your wife up when we’re done. That’s your job now!”
Seeing the landlord take control of Jim when he acted out or pouted, Karen grew more confident. She started giving Jim instructions without hesitation.
“Lick me clean, baby.”
“Wear these panties.”
“Thank him for making love to me.”
When he gave her attitude, either she or the landlord would discipline him.
Jim was given a prostate-massage tool to milk his prostate of built-up fluid. It wasn’t an orgasm in the traditional sense, but it relieved the pressure and greatly reduced the ongoing storm of hormones following a session between the two of them.
It wasn’t long before Jim felt a bit like an adolescent teenager again, as he would often have wet dreams during the night.
Between the milkings and spontaneous releases, Jim was adjusting to life in chastity while being denied sexual access to Karen.
The therapist helped Karen find her voice during their sessions. Jim watched his wife transform from the woman who had never had a vaginal orgasm into someone who came multiple times every week on a cock twice his size.
The rent stayed paid.
Jim started applying for jobs again, motivated by the promise that good behavior might earn him supervised release from the cage.
Karen smiled more. She walked with her shoulders back, her ass swaying, knowing she was desired and thoroughly satisfied.
Jim sat on the bench outside the bedroom door, listening to the sounds of his wife’s pleasure, breathing in the smell of another man’s scent on her panties, and accepting that this was his new reality - Locked, denied, and completely owned by the woman he so deeply loved, accepting her authority.
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The cage had been on for three weeks now, with only supervised removal for weekly cleanings. Every time he tried to get hard, the cage reminded him who controlled his pleasure. No longer was he masturbating on his own and expending his sexual energy away from Karen and on himself. Ever since the cage went on, Karen had noticed a major difference in his newfound willingness to help around the house and simply be more emotionally available to her.
“Remember, the landlord’s coming over tonight,” Karen said without turning around. “He’s bringing the new lease agreement for us to sign.”
Jim’s stomach tightened. Their therapist had encouraged Karen to explore this arrangement, but hearing it spoken about so casually still made his heart skip.
Karen turned, her blonde hair catching the light. She wore a thin white top, her nipples pressing against the fabric. A short denim skirt hugged the outline of her curvy hips.
“Now, remember the rules,” she continued. “Once this agreement is signed, you will have no sexual access to me. My body is off-limits to you. When I play, you’ll sit on the bench outside the room. You can listen, but you’re not allowed to watch. You also don’t get to ask any questions afterward.
“There are no secrets here, Jim. You know full well what the agreement entails. However, the details of our play will remain private.
“I’m not going to be reduced to a live porn show for you. And if you break any of these rules, you’ll be getting a very red bare-bottom spanking. Is that clear?”
Jim reluctantly nodded his approval, his face flushing.
Karen had been boldly stepping into her new role, considering the recent changes within their relationship.
The cage tightened as Jim’s cock tried to swell. The sexual tension he was feeling was intense.
It had been several months since Karen had found out about Jim’s “cuckold fetish.” At first, she was upset, but as time went on, she reconsidered it. Between the many lifestyle groups and ChatGPT, it was amazing how much information she could find these days.
It was there that she learned about female-led relationships, enforced male chastity, and, of course, Jim’s undisclosed kink of cuckolding. There are several ways of cuckolding your husband, but the basic structure is a one-sided open relationship in which wives are free to take other lovers while the husband remains faithful only to her.
Some cuckoldresses have just one extramarital partner, while others play with multiple men. Karen needed an emotional connection, so her interests were firmly in the former version.
Since Jim had lost his job, the rent had been getting harder to pay. This was where Karen pitched the idea of exchanging the rent by cuckolding Jim with the landlord, which the landlord was all too happy to agree to. She said she knew he had a thing for her because he was always staring at either her tits or ass whenever she came and went from the apartment.
At 7:15 p.m., the knock on the door came.
Karen opened it, and the 55-year-old Black landlord stepped inside their unpaid apartment.
He was six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair. His eyes immediately dropped to Karen’s ass as she walked ahead of him.
“Evening,” he said, his voice deep and calm. “You kids ready to work off some rent?”
Karen smiled, already slipping into her submissive role.
“Yes, sir.”
She also had a secret she had kept from Jim: she had always had a thing for the taboo of interracial sex. Something about the contrast in skin tones and the talk of those large Black cocks always made her wet to think about.
The moment they had all signed the new lease, the landlord looked at Jim.
“You need to strip down to just your T-shirt and your little cuck cage. Then I want your bare bottom sitting on that bench by the bedroom door!”
Jim obeyed the order.
Well, clearly Karen and the landlord have already talked this all through, Jim thought. I didn’t realize this was going to start now!
There was no need for any icebreakers or small talk.
I wonder when they had that conversation?
At this point, Jim started to rethink the whole female-led relationship idea. Clearly, Karen had been making decisions for both of them now.
As Jim undressed, his face reddened with embarrassment at being seen by another man wearing nothing but his T-shirt and cage. The landlord stood up from the table, simply took Karen by the hand, and led her back to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Jim followed behind, and his bottom touched the cold, hard top of the bench. He was left there with only his thoughts about what was going on behind the door.
Jim strained to hear the occasional faint sounds that would, at times, leak through the thin wooden panel separating them.
He could hear what sounded like fabric rustling. A belt buckle clinked. Karen’s soft voice gave an inaudible response to the landlord amid their muffled bedroom talk.
Jim heard the zipper of Karen’s skirt. The denim hit the floor. Then came the sound of deep kissing. Karen moaned, and he heard them kissing for some time.
The bed creaked. More sounds of soft kissing.
Jim pressed his ear to the door.
After about ten minutes, Jim heard the landlord say, “That’s it - Spread your legs a little wider for me, babe.”
Jim could hear the sounds of legs sliding along the bedding - His bedding!
A pit formed in his stomach. It was the old cuckold angst that drove the fetish: a mix of erotic jealousy, sexual frustration, and intense compression.
Karen’s breathing changed to short, excited gasps.
“You’re so wet,” the landlord said. “Been thinking about this all day?”
“Yes,” Karen giggled bashfully.
Jim imagined where the landlord’s fingers were right now, rubbing Karen’s little clit, or maybe he had his fingers in her – Whatever it was, Karen whimpered softly.
The mattress springs groaned as weight shifted, then more sounds came as they navigated their bodies into position on the bed.
Jim heard the landlord saying softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Just relax. You’re going to feel a little pressure.”
Jim knew that, at that very moment, the landlord was taking his wife.
This moment changed everything for them. For the first time in Karen’s life, another man’s penis would be inside her.
There was a sharp intake of Karen’s breath and another little whimper.
“Oh - It’s so big,” she whispered.
“Relax. You’re doing fine.”
Jim could only imagine the image of landlord’s black cockhead pressing against Karen’s wet entrance as her lips were forced open and parted to accept this larger man into her body. Karen’s breathing turned to short pants.
The bed frame began a slow, steady rhythm - creak, pause, creak, another pause. He must have been stopping to let her adjust to his size.
Images flashed through Jim’s mind of the landlord’s massive shaft sliding in and out of the place that had only been visited by him - until now.
Karen’s moans started softly, then grew louder. The rhythm changed - faster, then slower, then fast again.
Jim’s cock strained uselessly in its cage. He could smell faint traces of Karen’s arousal seeping under the door - musky and sweet, mixed with the landlord’s deeper, masculine scent.
The kissing sounds returned, deeper and more desperate. Karen made a muffled noise that suggested the landlord’s tongue was deep in her mouth while his cock was deeply exploring her most intimate spaces.
The bed shifted.
Jim heard what he thought might have been Karen’s knees sliding across the mattress. The rhythm resumed - long, powerful strokes that made the headboard tap the wall.
Karen’s moans turned into little cries.
Jim had never heard her make those sounds.
Suddenly, the rhythm stopped. Jim heard Karen’s surprised gasp as the landlord seemed to have uncoupled himself from her. More sounds of movement came from the bed.
A few moments later came the unmistakable sound of Karen’s mouth sucking the landlord’s cock. She gagged softly, then tried again.
Jim’s eyes widened.
Karen had never sucked his cock - not once in eight years. She aways said it was degrading to women to do that.
The sucking sounds continued - Wet, sloppy, eager. Karen moaned around the shaft, the sounds carrying through the door. Jim’s cage ached, which only increased his feelings of jealousy.
“Good girl,” the landlord praised. “Take it a little deeper.”
Karen coughed, recovered, and kept going. The sucking grew more confident. Jim heard the landlord’s low groan of approval.
The bed creaked again.
Karen gasped, and Jim realized the landlord must have mounted her again. Then came the sounds of the landlord thrusting again - This made Jim’s balls tighten. The rhythm started slowly, then built.
Karen’s breathing changed - Deeper, more urgent.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
The landlord maintained his rhythm. Karen’s moans climbed higher over the next few minutes.
Jim was amazed at how long they had been going. He would have been done within a minute.
Their rhythm continued, and then Jim heard the sharp cry of Karen climaxing.
Jim’s heart pounded.
The landlord kept thrusting through her climax, drawing it out of her with every breath and whimper of her newfound erotic freedom.
The smell of sex grew stronger under the door - Sweat, arousal, the landlord’s pre-cum beginning to mix with Karen’s juices.
After a bit longer, the landlord’s breathing changed. His strokes grew shorter and harder. Karen’s voice rose in encouragement.
Then the landlord groaned, deep and long.
Jim heard the unmistaken sound of the landlord coming… At that moment, he knew pulses of the landlord’s semen were flooding into Karen’s unprotected womb.
Karen gasped, “Oh yes, come in me!”
Jim’s heart practically stopped beating.
Time almost stopped.
Then the room went quiet except for heavy breathing.
Jim heard the landlord moving around on the bed. He could imagine his black cock sliding out of her, leaving only a void of space where he had invaded her along with a trail of semen leaking between Karen legs onto their sheets.
“Jim,” the landlord called out. “You can come in now.”
Jim opened the door and saw them both lying on their backs, arm in arm.
The smell hit him hard at first—raw sex, sweat, and the landlord’s thick seed.
Karen was sweaty, her legs still spread from where she had been when he pulled out of her. White cum oozed from her vaginal lips and ran down between her ass cheeks. Her inner thighs glistened.
“Your turn. Clean her up for me,” ordered the landlord.
Jim knew all too well what the drill was. He crawled onto the bed and between Karen’s legs, right over the wet spot they had left during their lovemaking. He slowly lowered his mouth onto Karen’s red and swollen vaginal lips. Jim had never seen them like this.
The first taste was salty and bitter, mixed with Karen’s sweetness. He licked carefully around her entrance, then pushed his tongue inside.
Karen moaned softly as he cleaned her.
The cum—there was so much of it. Some had already leaked down her ass. Jim had to hold up her legs to reach the rosebud of Karen’s little anus with his tongue to finish the job.
“That’s it,” Karen whispered. “Get it all, baby.”
The landlord watched while lying beside her.
Jim tried to thrust his hips into the bed in the vain hope of getting some sexual release.
The landlord smiled.
“Good luck with that, Jim. I think those days are over for you now!”
Karen, feeling a little embarrassed for him, sat up in bed.
When she moved, the landlord saw her panties on the bed beneath her.
“Hand me your panties!”
Karen grabbed her now-soaked underwear, which she had placed underneath herself to catch some of her wetness in the beginning.
Her panties were dark with their combined fluids. At this point, it was a lost cause; they were completely soaked.
The landlord handed them to Jim.
“Put them on! I want your caged little cock to be in direct contact with the remains of our time together. Call it a little reminder of the new lease we all consummated this evening.”
Jim stepped into the damp panties and slid them into place. The wet, cold fabric pressed against his cage, carrying the smell of their lovemaking directly to his nose and skin.
Jim’s penis tried to get free but was given only the chance to feel the cold, clammy wetness of her panties touching his caged cock.
They lay there together in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The landlord kissed Karen several times goodnight, got dressed, and left at around midnight.
Karen said, “I think I need some time alone to process all this.”
She then kissed Jim goodnight, closed the bedroom door, and went to sleep.
His sexual frustration grew as he rubbed his fingertips across the wet fabric of Karen’s soiled panties. Out of desperation for release, he held them to his nose, repeatedly smelling the scent of both of them on his fingers.
Jim was held, suspended in a state of cuckold angst.
He finally drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, they talked.
Karen told Jim, “You’re my soulmate, but the landlord is now my lover. I’ve realized I can have two people in my life filling different roles. The landlord can give me what you can’t, but you can give me many things he’s not capable of providing.”
Over the next few weeks, the pattern repeated.
Sometimes the landlord came downstairs. Sometimes Karen went up to his apartment and stayed the night. Each time, Jim listened from the bench to the sounds of them making love.
Jim tried to peek in on them once. The landlord caught him and delivered a hard, bare-bottom spanking over his knee while Karen watched Jim being scolded and paddled.
“Private, not secret,” the landlord reminded him. “Your job is simple. You’re to sit bare-bottomed on your little bench and listen. When told, come in and clean your wife up when we’re done. That’s your job now!”
Seeing the landlord take control of Jim when he acted out or pouted, Karen grew more confident. She started giving Jim instructions without hesitation.
“Lick me clean, baby.”
“Wear these panties.”
“Thank him for making love to me.”
When he gave her attitude, either she or the landlord would discipline him.
Jim was given a prostate-massage tool to milk his prostate of built-up fluid. It wasn’t an orgasm in the traditional sense, but it relieved the pressure and greatly reduced the ongoing storm of hormones following a session between the two of them.
It wasn’t long before Jim felt a bit like an adolescent teenager again, as he would often have wet dreams during the night.
Between the milkings and spontaneous releases, Jim was adjusting to life in chastity while being denied sexual access to Karen.
The therapist helped Karen find her voice during their sessions. Jim watched his wife transform from the woman who had never had a vaginal orgasm into someone who came multiple times every week on a cock twice his size.
The rent stayed paid.
Jim started applying for jobs again, motivated by the promise that good behavior might earn him supervised release from the cage.
Karen smiled more. She walked with her shoulders back, her ass swaying, knowing she was desired and thoroughly satisfied.
Jim sat on the bench outside the bedroom door, listening to the sounds of his wife’s pleasure, breathing in the smell of another man’s scent on her panties, and accepting that this was his new reality - Locked, denied, and completely owned by the woman he so deeply loved, accepting her authority.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
Poster:
JD