Locked Up and Humiliated, But You Love It

Three months ago, you shared your cuckold fantasy with your girlfriend after a great deal of prodding on her part. Doing so made you nervous, but it turned out she was more receptive to the idea than you imagined she would be.

She even had someone in mind. Someone to cuckold you with, that is. It just so happened that her suggestion, Caleb, was a good friend of yours. One of your best friends, in fact.

Your desire to see your fantasy become reality overrode the potential weirdness of asking your good friend to fuck your girlfriend. So you did it. You sat down with him. You told him you wanted him to fuck your beautiful girlfriend while you watched. Much to your surprise, he agreed without any real hesitation.

He fucked her. You watched. The sex was great, and so was the orgasm you had as a result. In fact, it was better than any orgasm you'd ever had. It was as if there was no portion of your body that was untouched by the joy of cumming while watching your friend and your girlfriend fuck.

It's been three months of pleasure since then. Caleb fucks your girlfriend three or four times a week, sometimes more often. You get to watch most times, but sometimes she can't help herself and she fucks him while you're not around. A few times you've come home to the sound of them fucking. You could get mad, but you'd much rather just watch your girlfriend get pounded by someone that clearly knows how to make her feel good.

Today the apartment you share with your girlfriend is relatively quiet. You find her sitting at the kitchen table and working at her laptop. She looks good in her glasses and with her hair pulled back. She's working hard enough that it takes her a few moments to notice you standing there.

"Hey," she says with a bright smile when she finally looks your way.

"Hey," you reply as your girlfriend gets up and gives you a hug and a soft kiss. It's a lovely greeting that stirs just a little bit of desire, in part because you catch a whiff of her perfume, which is delicate and utterly perfect.

"I have something to show you," she says. "Follow me."

You follow behind your girlfriend as she heads for the bedroom. You can't help but hope that she has something naughty to show you, like a lingerie set that she bought for Caleb or a used condom because he came over to fuck her while you were at work.

Instead, you see a collection of shiny metal pieces resting on the nightstand. At first confusion is all you feel, but it doesn't take long to understand that those pieces, when put together, make up a device that's clearly meant to encase a cock.

"What's that?" you ask despite having deduced its purpose.

"It's a chastity device," your girlfriend answers. "It's for you." Before you can ask another question your girlfriend lowers your pants and underwear. She grabs a metal ring from the nightstand and slips your cock and balls through it. "Hold this in place," she says.

"Wait," you say while reaching down to hold the item in place as instructed.

Your girlfriend turns back to the nightstand and picks up the piece that is clearly meant to encase your cock. She slips it onto your flaccid shaft, grabs one more piece from the nightstand and finishes construction of the chastity device around your cock.

"Wait, please," you say.

She ignores you. She slips the lock through the hole in the device and it clicks shut. The grabs the key from the nightstand and slips it into her pocket.

You're locked in chastity and she has the key. The device is tight on your cock. Exceptionally tight, in fact. You look down at it. Your cock looks small and a little bit pathetic. "Why did you do that?" you ask.

"Caleb said the only way he'd keep fucking me was if I locked your cock in this little cage," she explains. "He said that you've always been a pathetic little bitch and that you don't deserve to have control over your cock like a real man would. He said that he and I deserve to have control over it."

You're stunned speechless. You thought Caleb was your friend. You don't know why he'd think of you as - or call you - a pathetic little bitch.

"He's not wrong, is he?" your girlfriend asks as she reaches out and takes your caged cock in her hand. "I mean, you like to jerk off while your friend fucks me, don't you? You like to watch him make me cum in ways you've never been able to make me cum. It gets you off to do that, doesn't it?"

You feel turned on. You wish you didn't, but you do.

She leans closer and kisses your neck. Her lips are soft and her touch is seductive and you feel your cock stir to life. "You know it's been nearly a month since I let you fuck me, don't you?" she whispers. "You know why that is, right?"

"No," you answer.

She moans again and you feel the first hint of pain between your legs as your cock tries to get hard in its cage. "Because Caleb is right," she says softly. "Because you are a little bitch. Because you like being on your knees and jerking off while someone else fucks me. Because you like that he fucks me better than you do, and that's pathetic."

You look down and see that your flesh had started to poke out of the spaces between the bars of your cock cage as you try to get hard. You feel pain between your legs, and yet there's pleasure too.

"You know what's most pathetic?" your girlfriend says.

"What?" you ask.

"I was cheating on you with Caleb for months before you told me about your fantasy," she said. "I fucked him the first time at Amy's wedding six months ago. You didn't even notice we snuck off so he could pound me in the bathroom. His cum was still inside me when I let you fuck me later that night."

You should be horrified, but instead your dick tries to get even harder in its cage, resulting in more pain.

"I've been fucking him ever since. Your pathetic little fantasy just let us bring the cheating into the open," she continues. "We've both enjoyed cuckolding you so much that we're going to keep you around. You're going to stay in this cage. You're going to keep watching us. You're going to serve us, too. You're going to be the pathetic little bitch we both know you are and you're going to do exactly as you're told. Do you understand?"

You should say no. You should reach into her pocket, get the key, free yourself from the cage, and break up with your girlfriend for cheating on you and for thinking so little of you. You don't, though. She's right to think that little of you.

"Yes, I understand," you say.

"You can start by eating my pussy," she says. "Caleb fucked me while you were at work. He came inside me, too, since we won't be using condoms anymore. So get on your knees and lick your friend's load out of me."

You fall to your knees. She takes off her pants and sits on the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs and grabs a handful of your hair to pull you between them. You stare at her messy panties. Your cock throbs in its cage. This is the moment to turn away and leave. This is your last chance.

You don't take it. You pull her panties aside. You put your tongue inside her. You clean her messy pussy just like she wants you to. You're a pathetic little bitch, just like Caleb says you are.