The previous night he had still been cleaning downstairs when I fell asleep. I never heard him come up the stairs. I also didn’t hear him leave for work. I awoke when my alarm went off and he was already gone. I peeked into his room and was happy to see that it was clean and the bed had been made. When I got downstairs I inspected the sofa and kitchen before leaving for work.

The previous evening we had had a long discussion about exposing his chastity and other kinks to my friend Joan. I had devised a plan and was ready to put it into action but before I began, I wanted to make absolutely sure he was still comfortable about what was to transpire.

I waited until just before lunchtime to sent him my first text of the day.

“Good morning my sissy husband,” I texted.

“I want to see my little caged cock and your petty panties.”

A few minutes later, I received two pictures. The first one showed the light blue panties he was wearing. In the second his panties were pulled down, showing his caged cock.

I responded. “Awww, so cute,” followed by, “Is your little sissy clitty excited about the possibility of being exposed to Joan this weekend?”

He responded, “excited and nervous.”

“Nervous but still okay with it,” I asked.

He responded with a thumbs up.

He was still on board and I didn’t want to say anything that would change his mind, so I left it there and texted Joan.

The first step was to see if she was free any time over the weekend. I sent a few quick texts getting in a “we hadn’t seen each other in a while” and ” we needed to get together and catch up”. We actually chatted quite often but had not been out together in more than a few weeks.

She said her whole weekend was open and suggested dinner and dancing Friday night. I knew the implications of that. She was single, having divorced several years ago. It had been a bad marriage from the beginning and I had been by her side through all the misery. So, while she had made it very clear long ago that she had no intention of ever making that mistake again, she did enjoy the occasional male companionship. A Friday night out with her was sure to include drinking and an attempt to find a suitable fuck buddy.

I knew if I agreed to a Friday night out with her I was opening myself up to being tempted to find a companion of my own. However, I wasn’t ready to go there just yet and countered with a Saturday afternoon lunch and shopping spree.

To my disbelief, she questioned why we couldn’t do both. I made excuses, mentioning Larry several time but she was persistent. In the end, I said I’d think about Friday and let her know, “after talking to Larry”.

I kept that evening at home low key. Larry was again dressed in his maid uniform and kept himself busy with the cooking and cleaning. I had my dinner and watched some television while he puttered about.

When it was almost time for me to retire, I called him. He rushed into the living room and knelt by my feet. I wanted to give him a little tease and to make sure he was still okay with me revealing our secrets to Joan.

I told him to stand and remove his panties. I wanted access to his cage and balls. He got up, stepped out of his panties and stood there holding them, not sure what to do next.

I ordered him back down to his knees and told him keep his legs apart. As I started to speak, I reached out with my left foot and made contact with his balls and cage and gently began stroking them.

“Lilly,” I said. “I have surprise for you. I have made a decision. Well, actually decisions, plural.”

“First,” I said as I ran my toes over and around his ballsack, “I am going out tomorrow night so there will be no need for you to prepare a dinner.”

My foot and words were having the desired affect. His cock had filled the cage and was straining and stretching forward. Pre-cum began to leak onto my foot.

“Second,” I continued, “I will be wearing my key and I will be sure that it is visible at some point during the evening.”

I could see his excitement growing. His face became flush and his breathing heavy.

I asked him, “Can you guess who I’m going out with?”

He nodded.

“Tell me who you think it might be,” I said with a grin, trying to stifle my amusement.

“Joan,” he said, almost more of a question than a statement. He was so nervous his voice cracked and he could barely get the word out.

“Yes, that’s right,” I replied. “And do you know what will happen when she sees the key and asks me what it is for?”

Again, he nodded.

“Tell me,” I said in a teasing, sing-song voice.

I was still fondling his caged cock and balls. He was leaking a lot of pre-cum onto my foot. He would be cleaning that up soon enough.

His voice still unsteady, he said, “You will tell her it is the key to my cage.”

“No, that’s not what I am going to say,” I replied. “Try again.”

I had confused him. He knelt there, not sure what to say.

He hesitantly asked, “Aren’t you going to istanbul Escort Bayan tell her the key is to my chastity device?”

“Oh, I most certainly will.” I stated. “But that is not how I will say it.”

He looked up at me with a nervous, pleading expression.

“Try again” I said, a little more sternly.

Again, his voice was unsteady. “You will tell her it’s the key that keeps my little dick locked up so you can tease and deny me.”

“Wrong again,” I said, with a little frustration in my voice.

I wasn’t really frustrated. This was actually quite amusing to me. He was nervous and confused and at the same time extremely excited. His cock was straining within the confines of the cage. His face was flush, his breathing heavy and labored. This was more than he ever displayed while actually fucking me. In spite of his apprehension at being exposed, he seemed to be enjoying this more than sex. He truly loved all this teasing and denial.

We could have played this game all evening and he probably wouldn’t ever say the words I was looking for, so I let him off the hook and told him what I wanted to hear.

“First of all,” I said as I kicked his balls for emphasis, “it’s not your cock. It’s mine.”

I was doing my best to speak in a stern and domineering voice.

Kicking again, I said, “Second, it’s not a cock, it’s a little clitty.”

“And lastly,” I said with a final kick, “you are my sissy husband.”

“Now,” I commanded, “tell me what I will tell Joan tomorrow evening.”

He was wincing from the pain. I hadn’t kicked him very hard but I also know it doesn’t take a very hard blow to the balls to cause discomfort. He wasn’t in any major pain but he would be feeling a dull ache for a little while.

If his caged cock and the amount of pre-cum on my foot was any indication though, he was enjoying every bit of this, in spite of the pain I was causing.

He spoke with that trembling, hesitating voice, “You will tell her the key is to the chastity cage you keep on your cock, which is attached to your sissy husband. “

I gave a dramatic pause before saying, “Yes, that will work for a start,” adding, “of course, you understand that she will undoubtedly have questions.”

He nodded his agreement

“And you still want to go through with this,” I asked?

Again, he nodded.

“Well then,” I said matter of factly. “There is only one thing left to do.”

With that, I raised my foot to his face.

“This needs cleaning and since you made the mess.”

I let my voice trail off. I didn’t feel the need to finish the sentence and he needed no more encouragement. He went to work eagerly licking up the slimy mess that he had created.

As he licked up his mess I let him know that there was still time to change his mind. I told him he would have until I left the house tomorrow evening, but once I walked out the door, there would be no turning back.

When he was finished I headed upstairs to bed, leaving him kneeling in the living room. I laid in bed, wondering how the conversation with Joan would go. Hearing Larry come up the stairs, I wondered if he too was trying to imagine that conversation.

The next morning I texted Joan and told her I was able to go out that evening. She responded very quickly saying how happy she was and followed up with another text telling me to meet her at her place at seven. I left the planning to her. She would have insisted on making the decisions about where we would go anyway so it was easier to just go along for the ride.

I didn’t communicate with Larry at all during the workday, choosing to leave him to his own thoughts until I got home. I decided to give him what I thought he would consider a treat when I got there and give him one last chance to change his mind about confiding in Joan.

When I walked in the front door Larry was nowhere to be seen. I peeked into the kitchen but didn’t see him, so I went into the living room and called out.

“Lilly.”

He came running in from the back hall where the laundry room is located and dropped to his knees before me. He was in a different outfit than the day before. Not the traditional black maid dress. This one was a light blue. He was also wearing white stockings, along with the same wig and heels.

“And what have you been up to,” I questioned.

“I was doing some of my laundry,” he replied, adding, “I wanted my best uniform clean in the event we had a guest this weekend.”

“I’m pleased to see you eager to make a good impression,” I said. “Have you also been washing my things?”

“No,” he stated, his eyes getting wide. “That would require me to go into your bedroom and I haven’t been given permission.”

Before I could respond, he added, “I would be very happy to wash your things while you are out this evening if you would permit me to go into your room.”

I paused to make it seem like I was thinking about it. In reality, this was already a part of the plans I had for him istanbul Escort this evening.

“We shall see,” I finally said. “For now, you may go back to what you were doing. I am going upstairs to change. I will have use for you soon so be listening for me. I don’t want to have to call you more than once.”

With that I climbed the stairs to my room. I undressed, leaving my work clothes intentionally scattered about and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I had plenty of time to get myself ready for the evening and wanted to have a little bit of fun while doing it. I also wanted to give Larry a good teasing, which I imagined he was anticipating and looking forward to. It would also give him his last chance to change his mind about revealing his secret to Joan.

When I was ready, I called for him.

I could hear him as he ran up the stairs. He knocked.

“You may open the door,” I said.

He turned the knob and pushed the door open. He knelt in the doorway, waiting. I told him to enter and he crawled inside.

I sat on the end of the bed and said, “Because you have been a mostly good sissy husband so far this week, I have decided to give you a special treat.”

His face lit up and I’m sure a hundred different things were running through his mind at what I might be considering. I was equally sure that he was bulging inside his cage. It had now been at least five days since he had seen my naked body, been able to touch himself or cum.

“Is my little sissy clitty all hard and excited in its cage,” I teased.

He nodded.

“Good,” I said. “Here’s what I want you to do. First, you may stand.”

He stood up and I continued.

“As I said, since you have been mostly good this week I am going give you a reward. I am going to first allow you to pick out the bra and panties I will wear out this evening. You may do that now.”

He turned and walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer where I kept my bras and panties. As he reached his hand in, I spoke and he froze.

“I am giving you a big treat here,” I said. “Don’t screw this up or disappointment me by doing anything inappropriate. Just pick out a set for me to wear out on the town tonight.”

His hand did not move as he peered into the drawer. He knew what I was saying. Rummaging through and fondling my panties would not be tolerated. When he finally reached in, he didn’t linger but quickly grabbed a black thong and a bra of the same color. He displayed them to me for my approval.

“Place them on the bed,” I said.

“Next I want you to go into the closet and pick out a dress I can go dancing in.”

He disappeared into our big walk-in closet. He emerged a few minutes later with one of my red dresses. It was a tight fitting, sleeveless number and while not the shortest dress in my wardrobe, it was quite revealing.

I was almost surprised at his selection. Clearly, he wanted me to be noticed. I decided to have a little fun with it and tease him about it.

“A bold choice,” I said. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you wanted me to go out looking like a woman who’s looking to get fucked.”

“Is that what you want,” I teased. “Do you want me to add a pair of fuck me heels to this ensemble and see if I can find me a man to bring home and fuck tonight.”

His face was turning red. I could see it in his eyes even if he didn’t nod or say so, this was exactly what he was thinking. Whether he really wanted me to do it or if he just wanted to fantasize about it, that was exactly what he was thinking.

Running a hand across the bed as I spoke, I asked him, “Would you like me to find a man, bring him home and fuck him on this bed tonight?”

He stood there, unmoving. I got up off the bed and walked toward him. I stood in front of him and reached under his dress and rubbed the front of his panties. I could feel his cock, stiff and straining against the cage. I tickled his balls with my fingertips. I leaned in so I could whisper in his ear.

“I wasn’t planning on fucking anyone tonight but if that’s what you want, I’m sure I could make it happen. Dressed in that,” I said, pointing to the clothes he had picked out, “with only Joan by my side. You know how she can get. We get a few drinks in us and she’d be only too eager to help me find a fuckbuddy.”

I could feel his cock straining and twitching. His breathing was heavy and labored. He was trembling. If I had asked him in that moment he would very likely have given me permission to fuck another man that night. I thought about it but decided to wait. It would have been unfair and one or both of us might later regret it. When he did finally agree to letting me do that I wanted him to have a clear, level head.

Instead of asking for permission, I simply said, “Just so you know, I’ll try my best to be a good girl tonight, but between your clothing selection and Joan’s craziness, we can only hope I can control myself. “

With that, I stepped back and pulled Escort istanbul my hand away. It was time for me to start getting ready.

He groaned when I released him. I told him to lift up his dress. When he did, I could clearly see the wet spot on the front of his panties that I knew would be there. I chuckled at the sight.

“Well my little sissy,” I said, “seems you’ve made a mess of another pair of panties. You might as well take them off and wash them too. You can gather up my dirty things and spend the evening washing while Joan and I are out having fun.”

He didn’t immediately move, so I chided him.

“Gather everything up and be quick about it. I need to start getting ready for this evening.”

He still didn’t move and looked at me expectantly as if there was something he wanted to say, so I asked, “Is there something else? Something you wanted to say?”

He nodded.

“Very well,” I said in a somewhat disappointed tone, “you may speak.”

“Thank you,” he started. “I was hoping you would,” he hesitated, “let me help you get prepared and dressed for this evening.”

I thought that might be what he was thinking and I was prepared for it. In our roles, I knew I should deny him and humiliate him in the process. He would like that. It would play into his submissive desires, so I mustered my best authoritative voice.

“Prepared and dressed,” I exclaimed with an attitude. “Certainly not. You know the rules. Sissy husbands do not see their wives naked. You, do not see me naked.”

His head dropped. The disappointment was evident in his face. He was crushed.

“I gave you a great treat,” I continued. “I allowed you to pick out the clothes I will be wearing tonight, then you go and spoil things by asking for what you know you are not allowed to have.”

He wanted to apologize, say he was sorry. It was written all over his face but he was afraid to speak.

“Now, do you want to ask any other silly questions,” I said mockingly.

He shook his head, no.

“Is there anything you want to say to me,” I asked?

He wanted to. I could see it. I could also see the fear. He was afraid to speak. Afraid of saying something else that might disappointment me.

“I think somebody owes me an apology,” I demanded.

His mouth opened but nothing came out. Then, in a stuttering, timid voice he said, “I’m sorry. I’ve disappointed you. You were very generous to allow me to pick out your things for this evening and I was very selfish at ask for anything else. Especially something I know is not allowed.”

I didn’t respond. I let the silence fill the room. I knew it would have the desired affect on him.

After what I’m sure seemed like an eternity for him, I spoke.

“Very well,” I said, continuing with my disappointing tone. “I’m sure you realize this infraction will not go unpunished but as I have to get ready for my evening, your punishment will have to wait until later. So, you need to do what I have told you to do and hope your selfishness does not make me late or your punishment will be compounded.”

He quickly grabbed my laundry basket of dirty clothes, gathered up the things off the floor and left, closing the door behind him.

I jumped in the shower. As the steamy water caressed my body I replayed our bedroom scene in my head. I realized I enjoyed teasing, chastising and humiliating him. The power I wielded was intoxicating. The thrill and excitement I felt made my pussy throb with desire.

I played with myself as I imagined him having the same feelings in his submission. I was sure he also felt the thrill and excitement. The difference was he was also caged and unable to satisfy his desire to cum. He could not play with himself as I was doing. He could not cum as I was on the verge of doing.

That seemed to be what he truly wanted though. He wanted to be denied. He wanted to be frustrated. Surely he did not enjoy disappointing me but treating him as I did, seemed to be as pleasurable to him as an orgasm was to me. He truly seemed to relish the teasing, frustrating denial and humiliation I was giving him.

I pulled my hand away. I suddenly wanted to feel that too. I wanted to know what it was like to give up all personal pleasure and to only serve the needs of another. I wanted to know if I could handle the frustration of being denied my own pleasure, to focus solely on the pleasure and happiness of another.

Leaving myself horny, frustrated and without an orgasm, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I did my makeup and got myself dressed.

Checking myself in the mirror I was impressed with myself. My hair and makeup were perfect. I was wearing a form-fitting dress that hugged every curve and four inch heels that made my legs and ass look great. Had I wanted to go out and find myself a man to fuck, I didn’t think I would have had any trouble doing it.

I composed myself, got back into domination mode and came down the stairs. With my heels clicking on every stair, I’m sure he heard me coming but he was nowhere to be seen when I came into the living room. Standing in the center of the room, striking a pose, I called out.

“Lilly,” I called out loudly.

He came running in from the laundry room and dropped to his knees before me.

“There’s my sissy husband, ” I said, smiling.