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Normally, I wouldn't come down to the lower deck, but late spring was
perfect. A few weeks from now it would be too hot, and any earlier too
cold, but now the weather was perfect. Also the trees had leafed out
enough so the deck was secluded and private. So I took my glass of wine
and made my way to sip and relax there. I had to go slow, as the wooden
steps were uneven and old. I was used to walking in heels, but even so,
I was glad there was a handrail on the steps. Sitting by the rail,
listening to the rush and gurgle of the stream, reminded me why my wife
wanted this cabin.
She'd wanted a place to get away to, so she could relax and have some
time alone. It wasn't too far from our home, only two and a half hour
drive, but it felt much further away. Up in the mountains, secluded,
quiet and peaceful, it seemed worlds apart from the city. At first I had
objected to the whole idea. In many ways, this was our biggest argument
of our marriage. Financially, it was a borderline purchase, and would
only be practical if we either rented it out to help pay the mortgage,
or spent enough time here so as to be better than renting some place
ourselves. She was adamant about not putting it up for rent and promised
we'd use it enough to justify the cost. She finally just did it on her
own, defying me and going against my better judgement. Turns out she was
right and we have made good use of it.
At certain times of the year, we both come. It's small, but we do a lot
when we are here. We can choose from biking, hiking, tubing or swimming
in the river, and exploring the nearby town which features lots of shops
and activities, like craft shows, beer festivals, and music events.
Turns out we spend quite a bit of time that way. But we also both come
here by ourselves. She likes the solitude so she can read, explore
nature, window shop, and just relax without the pressure of taking care
of the both of us. I didn't think I like coming here alone, but I soon
realized it would allow me to do something she had no interest in and
quite honestly, no idea I did. We just had to arrange a sort of
schedule, with our responsibilities at home and when we each wanted to
be here. After a few years, we'd worked it out perfectly.
So, I was here this week. And I was doing what I loved to do most when I
came to the cabin. This trip was even better, because I had some new
things. New things to wear. I had compiled a small box of things to keep
here when I visited, mostly clothes, lingerie, and some shoes. I even
added makeup and a wig. I kept it limited, so the box wouldn't attract
her attention. I could keep it in the small storage shed, hidden with
some of our maintenance supplies and tools. She didn't really go there
unless we were here together to work on something. But I decided I could
add a few more items. So this week I was especially excited. Tonight was
the first time I had gone all out this year.
I began by touching up my body, shaving it all smooth while I soaked in
the old fashioned claw foot tub. Once I'd put lotion everywhere, applied
my women's deodorant and perfume, I put on my lingerie. A matching set,
in pink and black lace, which included a full-cup bra, 38-D to hold my
large breast forms, a tight waist cincher with garters, a sheer lace boy
short panty, crotch-less, and a pair of black rear seamed stockings.
Over it I wore a simple shift, sleeveless, nipped at the waist with an
attached belt in a floral print over a black background. An older dress
from my box. I finished it with black sandals with 4-inch heels. The
heels I had to be careful walking in when I came down the stairs. I had
done my makeup, liquid foundation with powder finish, pink lipstick and
blush, black eyeliner and mascara, smoky gray and mauve eyeshadows, and
matching pink nail polish. My wig, a medium length, curly style that was
right about shoulder length completed my look. Well, I did have one more
item, a metal chastity cage.
I had begun to play with these sex toys as a whim, buying several until
I found just the right fit. It was a little embarrassing but I had to go
with one described on the Chinese website, as 'super small'. But it fit
fine, tight enough to keep me from slipping either my dick or nuts past
the metal ring and just barely loose enough so blood flow was okay. Once
I got used to it, I even modified it by making the long urethral insert,
which normally could be screwed on and off the metal end, a permanent
fixture. A simple weld of the screw cap made it impossible to remove
without taking off the whole chastity cage. Somehow, having a long tube
inside my compressed cock really amplified how controlled my sex organs
were. Plus once I adjusted to it, it made peeing much cleaner. When I
came to the cabin, I would wear it all week, taking it off only at the
end, so I could have a monumental orgasm or two before returning home.
That's why my panty was crotch-less, so my little caged dick would be
displayed, surrounded by the lace trim of the panty, the garter straps,
and tops of my stockings.
I had settled into my chair on the deck. Smoothing my skirt as I sat
down, adjusting the hem so my garters and stocking tops were hidden.
Carefully crossing my legs, just so, as to avoid squeezing my caged
dick, but still allowing me to bob my high heeled foot. I had taken a
few sips of wine. I loved the way my polished nails, looked so long with
their glued-on tips, as my fingers curled around the stem of my wine
glass. When I came to the cabin I would spend all week, in fem, enjoying
being a girl. I had just taken my third sip of wine when I saw the
headlights of the car along the road.
It wasn't common to see cars on the road, but there were about 40 cabins
along it. This time of year probably nearly half would be occupied and a
car returning from dinner in town would be traveling on it this time of
the evening. I wasn't nervous, as I knew the trees and foliage would
keep me hidden. Then that changed. The headlights slowed down and
pivoted, as the car pulled into our gravel drive. The light illuminated
the trees above my head with some of it bouncing off the rock guardrail
back onto the hood of the car. The lights were on long enough for me to
see the slope of the hood, a design just like that of my wife's car. It
couldn't be! She wasn't supposed to come up this week. Her office had a
special work session scheduled and she had to be there as part of the
management team. That's why we agreed it would be my week here, alone.
My heart was racing now. As soon as her lights went off, I looked at the
stairs. Trying to decide what to do. I couldn't stay here, but going up
to the cabin would be just as bad. My hope, my only hope, was to somehow
make it up the 15 or so steps, get inside, and make my way to the
bathroom. It was one of the only private areas in the cabin, with a
lockable door. If I made it there, I could start the water running in
the tub, take off my clothes, clean off the makeup and polish, and then
after a bath wrap myself in the robe hanging on the back of the door. If
I made it, I could keep all this secret. My first thought was to remove
my heels, but I knew the ankle straps always were difficult to unbuckle,
even more so with my long nails, and I couldn't afford the time. So I
got up and running on the balls of my feet, heels barely touching the
steps, I made my way up toward the cabin. I got there and had just
stepped inside, the bathroom was only feet away. But as I opened the
back door, my wife opened the front. We stood there looking at each
other. Her hands held a few items, a small suitcase, purse, and keys.
Mine held only the empty glass. I was slightly winded from running up
the stairs. So we both stood there, motionless for a few seconds,
looking at each other. But inside, my mind was panicking. Trying to
imagine some explanation, some excuse, some reason for me to be dressed
like a woman. My wife just smiled, in a puzzled way. I began to blush.
"Honey is that you? What are you wearing? You must be kidding, that's
certainly a new look for you. Not what I expected at all. Well at least
you've gone all out. I mean a wig, full makeup, and are your nails
polished too? How sweet, in a way. I tried to call, but your cell phone
must have been off. My work plans changed. We had a speaker, then two
cancel, so we rescheduled everything. It was so frustrating, I just blew
off the whole week and came here to relax. I guess you assumed you'd be
all alone. Well let me have a closer look, turn around."
I felt trapped, totally exposed. So I just did as she asked. I was still
trying to think of what to say or do. I guess I was just glad she wasn't
immediately mad or hurt. I made a complete turn slowly, but when I
turned so I was facing her again, she motioned for me to continue. This
time she reached out and stopped me while my back was to her. She'd put
her things down and came up behind me.
"Let me see what you have under that dress. Here let me undo your zipper
for you. With this kind of dress, a girl can always use a little help
getting it off."
She pulled the zipper down as far as it would go. Then she moved the top
forward, so it would begin to slide off my shoulders. The implication
was clear. She wanted me to remove my dress. My panic was escalating
now. It would be bad enough for her to see me in lingerie, especially
since they were sexy styles. But what I was most worried about was how
my dick would look. But I had no choice. I worked the dress down my body
and then legs, so I could step out of it. Still facing away from her, I
picked it up. I held it in front of me at my waist, like a shield over
my privates. When I straightened back up, she again put her hand on my
shoulder, pulled to indicate I should turn, face her, so she could see
me. As I complied, and moved so we were face to face, she reached down
to take the dress from my hands. I stood there completely exposed in my
matching lingerie. Her first glance was at my bra.
"My, what big breasts you have! Not like mine at all. But I guess they
look like those of the rest of your family. Well at least your sister
and mother's."
She didn't hesitate, but reached out to grasp one of them, squeezing it
lightly. Her smile got even bigger.
"Very life like, so soft. I can see they have big areolas too and your
nipples look like you're excited, poking out and all. Are you excited? I
see you're wearing some sort of girdle or waist cincher, with garters.
Sexy stockings too. All color coordinated. So pretty, very feminine for
sure. I didn't know you had a taste for such things. Is it new? But
what's that there? Sticking out of your panties?"
By now I was blazing red. Hearing her describe my outfit, how big my
boobs were, how they were the size of my sister, how I wore sexy garters
and stockings, and how everything matched was like a nightmare. I was
still trying to think of an explanation. But when she asked about my
chastity cage, sticking out of my panties, I about passed out. I felt
light headed, weak in the knees. Between the wine and the sudden
exposure I felt faint. I could barely think to answer, and it squeaked
out, a soft, weak answer.
"It's a chastity cage."
It was all I could say. She smiled, still puzzled looking, and stared at
it more.
"A what? A cage is it? What does it do?"
I was still faint, but answered her, even though I just wanted to hide
at this point.
"It keeps my dick under control. Keeps me from getting erect or coming.
I can still pee, but that's about all."
By now she was grinning broadly. She had moved her hand from my bra cup
to the waist cincher. Running her hand down over the fabric until she
held one of the garter straps. She lightly pulled on it, tugging my
stocking, just inches away from where my caged cock emerged from my lace
panty. A sort of teasing motion, to indicate how close she was to me and
how totally exposed I was. But she didn't touch my cage, as if she was
reluctant.
"It looks so small. I can't believe it fits. That you could put your
whole penis in it. How does it work? Can't you just slip it off?"
I began to shake a little, getting both nervous and more embarrassed. I
just wanted this over, so I answered her.
"I can't just take it off. I put my dick and nuts through a ring, with
the cage is attached to it. The way it fits, my sack is stretched out
between the ring and cage with my nuts trapped outside. They wouldn't
fit back in and it would hurt too much to try to squeeze them through
the gap. The cage also has a long insert that keeps my cock in place
too."
She was looking closer now, bending over to examine the device.
"So even though your cock is inside the cage, your balls, your most
vulnerable parts are not hidden. In fact they look almost poached out on
display. I guess you have to be real careful they don't get hit or
squeezed. What a delightful well-engineered design. Is that a lock? Is
it locked on?"
This time, I only nodded, as I was feeling worse and worse, almost ready
to cry at my embarrassment.
"If it's a lock, where's the key? You do have the key don't you? Or did
someone else put you in that thing?"
"No, no. I put it on, it's just for play. The key is in the drawer.
There in the nightstand."
I pointed toward the bed where the nightstand was. But I quickly put my
hand down, as I saw my polished nails extended for her to see. Hearing
my answer, she stepped over to the bed. Pulling open the drawer, she
reached in. Then turning back to face me, she held up the key. A small
silver key on a simple ring.
"So this is it? Is it your only key?"
I nodded my head again. I did have another key. I kept it in our house,
just in case. But I didn't see the point in telling her about it.
"Yes that's my only key."
I wasn't sure what would happen, but just in case I wasn't going to tell
her I had another one.
"Well that's funny, because it looks just like this key. The one I found
at home."
She reached into her purse and held up another key. They were identical,
silver, long and narrow. Just right to slide into the built-in lock on
my chastity cage. I stared at it in disbelief. She saw my reaction and
laughed, softly.
"It seems I hold all the keys now. How long can you wear that thing?
What's the longest you've gone? And remember, what I'm holding, so no
more telling fibs young lady."
I was totally confused now, crushed in fact. I couldn't understand how
she found my other key, knew that key was my backup, and why she brought
it. I also knew I should just answer honestly, as I was starting to get
really worried.
"I usually wear the cage the whole week. I've adjusted to it, easily,
once I accepted that I would have to wait to orgasm. Honey, I know this
must look strange, but I..."
"Shush, shush, little one. Don't try to explain yourself. No need. I
found your little hidden box of girl stuff some time ago. Including that
tiny, tiny chastity cage. One week when I was up here alone in the
winter. Took my time checking everything out, learning about your
secret. I noticed there was only one key, so I looked around our house.
When you were up here. Finally found it, about two weeks ago, in the
back of your underwear drawer. You didn't really think I wouldn't find
your pretty little girl clothes did you? That I wouldn't notice how
sometimes you were soft and smooth, no body hair?"
"Well I..."
"Don't bother answering. It was a rhetorical question. Maybe from now
on, you just wait till I tell you to speak before you say anything.
Okay? Good. I like how you look in your pretty lingerie, especially that
panty. It shows off your little caged dick so nicely. The way you
surrounded the tiny thing, bound by that hard metal, with lots of lace,
framed it with your stockings and garters, makes it look totally
precious. Plus I really like how your soft, sensitive balls are right
out in front. In case you need some correction or motivation. I can
already imagine you on your knees, head between my legs, showing how
much you appreciate me, that even a light pat or squeeze with my foot
would be very painful. Yes, you are so cute dressed like that. In fact,
lingerie seems somehow appropriate for you. But it seems a shame to hide
it under a dress like the one you were wearing, too conservative, at
least for the two of us.
I think you'd look better wearing that sheer black one. You know the
one. It was in your box. It's pretty with the white ruffle trim around
the neckline, hem, and cuffs. It looks like it would fit tightly up top,
especially with your big boobs, before the skirt flares out from your
narrow waist. I'm sure it is sheer enough to show your new lingerie.
Also it looked short, short enough to show off those sexy stockings. And
your caged dick. The cage that my keys fit. Plus, I think it would be a
perfect match for that white ruffled apron. You know the one you hung up
in the kitchen, for 'decoration'. Finding that in the kitchen, and your
pitiful attempt to convince me you bought it to give a certain look to
the place, is what made me look around until I found your girl box."
I cringed at her reference. I had mistakenly left my apron out after
dressing one weekend. I hurriedly made up the story about buying as a
decoration for the kitchen. I thought she bought that excuse, but
apparently not.
"Why don't you put those on, then you can pour me a glass of wine. Bring
it down to the deck. I want to relax from that nightmare at work. I need
some time to think about all of this. Usually a week up here in the
cabin helps me figure out any problems or challenges. I'm sure by the
time the week is over I'll know just what to do. How I want things to
change. What to do with my pretty little husband. What new household
chores he can do. How perhaps we need to change the dynamic in our
marriage. I think it might be better, for both of us, if I make all the
decisions from now on and you smile and say yes dear.
After a week, I might decide you need some more dresses, something
practical to clean and serve in. I guess you might even need a new
wardrobe at home too. I have to decide whether this cute new look will
be our secret, or not. I wonder if you wore women's pants and blouses to
work whether anyone would notice. That might be more appropriate than
your old clothes, since you'll be wearing pretty lingerie under them all
the time. And your cage, peeking out from your pretty panties.
I bet our friends would find your new image quite revealing. Can you
imagine what Tom and Marcia would say? They always thought you were such
a masculine guy. Oh my god, what would Brittany think? She dresses so
sexy and loves to flirt with you, innocently of course. How would she
act if she saw your dick in that tiny cage? Not to mention Randy, big
strong, all man Randy, your best friend. How do you think he'd react to
seeing you in such sexy undies? Bet he'd think you look really cute. Bet
he's also offer to take care of your 'husband' duties since you're all
locked up. But for now, we'll keep things simple.
I'll hold onto the keys and you do as I ask. Perhaps you can show me how
good you can be if you try. Whether you can do as you're told without
talking back or showing too much attitude. Whether you can use that cute
mouth for something other than talking. You may like to delay your
orgasms, but I think I'll want them more frequently and more of them.
Surely if you can go a week in that tiny little cage, you can keep it
under wraps longer, perhaps much, much longer. You don't have a problem
with that plan do you? Good. Hurry along, I expect you to be quick when
I give you orders from now on. I just want to get comfortable here in my
cabin."
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