Pillow Talk: Confessions While Teasing His Caged Cock

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. My cuckold lay on his back, completely exposed except for the tiny cage locked around his shriveled cock, its chastity key resting on the chain around my neck. I straddled him casually, the silk of my nightgown brushing his skin as I ran my nails lightly over his chest, letting them trail down toward his locked-up humiliation.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing. “So I think it’s only fair I share something with you.”

His eyes widened slightly, and he squirmed beneath me, the cage tightening against his flesh as he tried to shift. “What is it, ma’am?” he whispered.

I smirked, running a single finger along the smooth plastic of the cage, tracing the outline of what little it contained. “I told my friends about us.”

His breath hitched, and his body tensed under my touch. “You… you told them?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I hummed, my finger sliding down to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t plan on it, but it just… came up. You know how girls talk.”

“What did you say?” he stammered, his voice trembling as I started teasing the cage with slow, deliberate movements.

“Oh, I told them everything,” I said, my tone playful and laced with wicked intent. “How you begged me to lock you up, how you can’t even get hard without my permission, and how much you love hearing about my bull stretching me open while you’re left untouched.”

His face burned, and his breath quickened, the cage straining against its confines. “Ma’am, please…”

“Please what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I reached for the slender steel sound resting on the bedside table. “Do you want me to stop? Or are you getting excited at the thought of all my friends knowing exactly what you are?”

I twirled the sound between my fingers, letting the anticipation build before lowering it toward the tip of his caged cock. The cool steel brushed against his sensitive flesh, making him gasp. “Relax,” I cooed, pressing it gently against the tiny slit. “This is just to remind you of your place.”

As the sound slipped inside, his body twitched, and a whimper escaped his lips. I smirked, slowly sliding it in and out with measured precision, watching his locked cock strain helplessly against the cage.

“Do you want to know how they reacted?” I asked, my voice dripping with amusement.

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, his voice trembling.

“Well,” I began, slowly pushing the sound deeper, “it all started when Claire saw me out with my bull last weekend. She asked me about it today—came right out and said, ‘That wasn’t your boyfriend, was it?’”

He whimpered softly, his breathing shallow as I twisted the sound slightly, letting it glide in and out of his caged humiliation. “What… what did you tell her?”

“I told her the truth,” I said with a shrug. “I said, ‘No, that wasn’t my boyfriend. That was my bull.’”

His moan was soft but unmistakable, and I couldn’t help but smile. “She was shocked at first, of course. But then she got curious. Wanted to know all about it—how it works, why you let me do it, everything. So I told her. I told her how much you love being locked up, how it turns you on to know another man is satisfying me while you’re left in this pathetic little cage.”

“She wasn’t the only one, either,” I continued, sliding the sound just a little deeper, earning another gasp from him. “Once I told Claire, I figured, why not tell the rest of the group? So during wine night, I spilled everything.”

“All… all of them?” he stammered, his voice barely audible.

“All of them,” I confirmed, my eyes glinting with mischief. “They were fascinated. One of them even said she wished her boyfriend would let her do the same thing. And do you want to know what else they said?”

He whimpered again, his body trembling beneath me. “Yes, ma’am.”

“They said it’s adorable how devoted you are. How lucky I am to have a man who’ll do anything to make me happy—even if it means being humiliated and locked up like this.”

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “And do you want to know the best part? Claire asked if she could meet you. She wants to see the cage for herself. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

His body jerked beneath me, a strangled moan escaping his lips as I slowly withdrew the sound, the slick steel glinting in the lamplight. “Ma’am… I…”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said with a smirk, setting the sound back on the table and trailing my fingers down his trembling chest. “I haven’t decided yet. But wouldn’t it be fun to see her face when she realizes just how tiny you are? She’d probably love hearing about how often you beg me to unlock you.”

I settled back against the pillows, letting my hand rest lightly on his cage, feeling the heat radiating from his trapped arousal. “We’ll talk about it later,” I said, my tone light but filled with wicked promise. “For now, I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

I turned off the lamp, the room plunging into darkness, but the tension in the air remained electric. His breathing was ragged, his body taut with arousal and humiliation. As I lay there, my hand still idly toying with his cage, I couldn’t help but wonder how far I could take this—and how much more he’d let me push him.