12 Labors of Hercules, Caged

Part 7 his wife's feet tease the caged cock in the airport.

*******Warning. The two main characters in this episodic series, are husband and wife and love each other very much, as in the context of a Gentle Femdom.

This episode is placed in the "Loving Wives" genre because the official website definition reads, "Loving Wives - Married extra-marital fun: swinging, sharing & more."

Read no further if you disagree with the official definition.

I would tag the previous episodes in the "Fetish" category because it all revolves around his caged cock: because of his academic job, the husband has to stay a month on a tiny island in Greece together with four young women. He and his wife agreed that he should wear a chastity cage (to understand more it would be better to read the previous six parts of this series).

Their consensual agreement does not imply that his wife has to give up orgasm. He often pleasures her with his mouth or hands. In addition, she can tease him in all sorts of ways as his Keyholder.

Warning. The couple loves each other very much, and this kinky game is always consensual, although in some dialogues it may seem that she is dominant and he submissive. Sometimes his wife, to tease him, says words or makes gestures that might seem selfish (e.g., undressing, masturbating, talking aloud about her fantasies, and naughty assumptions that might happen in the future... or never) but are part of their way of loving each other and becoming better people together.

Please. - Avoid reading if these premises do not suit your taste. *********

Chapter 18. Drive to the airport (sex-drive).

The month of preparation before his departure to Greece passed in an instant.

Cathy and Richard's family menage was based on Gentle Femdom. Since they both worked in remote mode smart work, they were in their big house most of the time, and she had established that he should always be naked with a caged cock.

But because she was not the classic Dominatrix, Cathy allowed her husband Richard a few other occasions of release from his chastity cage, always avoiding any reckoning or schedule.

Never once did she utter phrases such as "because of your behavior, I am adding a week to your chastity.", never.

Each time, the release happened without warning. In this way, Richard every day enjoyed the tension of not knowing, whether he would have a release that day or not.

Every opportunity was good.

A blouse unbuttoned to show him a nipple.

Walking stilettos outside his door with an elegant gait, tapping hard on the floor to excite him.

Always leave small items for him to retrieve on the top shelf or under the bottom drawer.

Candlelight dinners.

Sudden testicle grabs.

Impossible blowjobs at the chastity cage.

Gentle but uncontroversial whip strokes: on his thighs, buttocks, back.

Wrists cuffed behind his back, to force him to give her orgasms only with his talented mouth and tireless tongue.

Meanwhile, preparations for the archaeological expedition were proceeding apace. He had managed to accumulate so much material for his book, entitled The Twelve Labors of Hercules. But he still seemed to be missing one innovative element, which he hoped to be able to find in Greece.

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On the last morning, Richard loaded his bags into the car. He was about to get into the driver's side, but Cathy stopped him and said, "In a true Femdom Leaded Relationship, do you think it is right for the husband to drive the car?"

"No, my Lady, only if the Keyholder orders me... I can be her butler, her gardener, and even her chauffeur if she orders me."

Cathy smiled smugly at that clever response. in the excitement of domination, Cathy was about to make a mistake by demanding to drive the car. A choice that would have prevented her from teasing him. But by making himself available to her as a driver, Richard had avoided contradicting her, merely suggesting a way she could have fun at his expense (along with him, not against him).

"Ah! (giggle, giggle...)... Very clever of you... okay. Exact answer! A Lady's place is in the back, on the most comfortable couch in the carriage, while the coachman, who is only a servant, has to toil for her.

Right.

And so, I command you to drive, caged husband. And I won't allow you to be distracted, by watching me touch my nipples, or hear me moan while masturbating, or peek through the mirror if I strip naked in your car, wearing only my tiny thong..."

A big smile brightened up her joyful face, adding "... and of course, you are not allowed to come, while (I promise) I will come a lot..."

That day was remembered, as the day Cathy wanted to accompany him to the airport.

Chapter 19 - A lovely toe under the table in the Airport lounge.

They entered the airport together: anyone who had seen them in the bar would have thought they were a lucky husband accompanied by his gorgeous and lovely wife.

No one could imagine that, during the car ride, she had touched her nipples, stroked her clitoris, moaned, even disrobed and masturbated with a vibrator wetting her thong, to make him weigh the difference between the two of them: she could cum whenever she wanted, while he was not allowed to.

As she enjoyed, she lifted her heeled feet to his seat, oblivious to the possibility that some other driver might see her shoes. The message was clear to Richard: "I orgasm and I'm not even naked, because I'm wearing shoes...you, on the other hand, are only dressed because of the takeoff, but you won't orgasm."

After enjoying in a very vocal way to make him suffer as much as possible, Cathy calmly recomposed herself and gradually got dressed, negligently leaving her thin blouse unbuttoned until they parked the car at the airport. The formalities done, she led him to the building's most elegant bar, the exclusive Business Class Lounge, before the X-Ray scanners.

Without allowing him to speak, Cathy ordered the waitress a fancy breakfast to greet him: an expensive cocktail for someone who had had an orgasm, and simple coffee for who had been without. Shrimp and salmon for the happiest person, and a slice of cake for the most frustrated person.

The Lounge was very elegant. Each table was set apart from the others, and long cream tablecloths covered the legs of the tables, surrounded by tall cloth chairs with thin but very long backs. In the background, refined music covered the mundane noises of the hotel: evergreen crooners, like Dean and Sinatra, the kind of songs you listen to without hearing but that contribute so much to soothing you.

The waitress escorted them to the table. Cathy sat with her back against the wall, so she could dominate the scene and control the doors and people around. Richard had to sit across from her, oblivious to everything going on behind him. The tray with the orders arrived immediately.

Sitting in her chair, she unbuckled off one of her two very thin-heeled shoes, slipped out her sweet foot and began to caress his cage under the placemat with a single bare toe, regardless of the risk that anyone might see them. "Do you like my bare foot rubbing against your chastity cage?" she said, smiling nonchalantly.

Out of breath, he said, "You drive me crazy...you know I'm in love with you, and I'll think of you every minute..."

"Ah, I don't know whether to believe you, with those four young delicious doctoral students who will be hanging around you for a month... I thought I would see them here, but if I am not mistaken about the plane tickets, they are leaving tomorrow. Perhaps you can use the time to think about your Book."

Cathy let the ice cubes dance inside her glass.

This glass might look half empty.... or half full. It all depends on the point of view, as always.

your current predicament might seem like torture, but it is a choice we made together to increase the quality of your work and avoid further staining your reputation as a female hunter.

Only yesterday I heard some news. As you know, there is no such thing as good news or bad news: there is only News, which each of us must interpret as best we can."

Richard nodded, "Sure thing. It must be a passage from Plato's Symposium."

Cathy winked: she squeezed his balls and he also winked, but differently. "Don't try mansplaining with me, you know-it-all Greekist nerd. It was Oogway from the movie Kung Fu Panda. But a sentence doesn't stop being true just because the person saying it is of little authority: so farewell to your great philosophers."

Chapter 20. If a simple hypothesis is enough to turn him on, without her having done anything.

Cathy was deliberately wasting time, because she didn't have the courage to say what she was going to say.

It was not something planned: it had happened by coincidence.

Cathy breathed deeply and drew her husband's attention back to her own eyes. "Listen to me, honey, I have something very important to tell you and I need your full attention..."

"I'm all ears, my Lady... Tell me."

She continued to stroke his cage with one bare foot, and smilingly told him, "Do you remember Kevin, my ex-boyfriend from college days? The Australian one, blond, tanned and muscular..."

Richard swallowed hard and nodded.

He remembered his wife's first great love very well, and the thought of what she was about to tell him worried him so much.

She noticed this and decided to waste some time chatting about tiny things, the color of his sweater and the music they listened to at that time, before getting to the point, just to make him suffer a few more minutes.

Richard looked at the dark areolas of her nipples. Cathy was no longer wearing a bra, which she had probably left in the car after masturbating almost naked. Her nipples were erect, and not from the air conditioning of course, but from the arousal that was also evident in her eyes.

Cathy had set up yet another surprise and was enjoying anticipating his embarrassment.

Cathy sighed, "Poor Kevin! He was the innocent victim of my teenage crush... he was so sweet, so well-behaved.... and I was just a little girl so self-centered!

In brief. Somehow Kevin agreed to be with me even though he wanted us to be just friends. Friends with benefits, I said, and he agreed, even though he already knew he was gay, and maybe it was just a way of hiding it, without letting the whole school know.

At that time, many gay men pretended to be with a girl only as a secret cover--in my case, all her friends knew we were making love, and several had even seen us. Giggle...we were such foolish and inexperienced 18-year-olds...

well...you may wonder why I'm telling you about Kevin today of all days..."

"Eh...yes, honestly I am."

"Kevin will come... Ha, ha! Your cock is writhing in the cage! And I still haven't said «he'll come to visit the garden»... and you're already excited!

And I still haven't said «he'll come on my bare tits»... and maybe even "he'll come inside my pussy!"

Why not, right? Ha ha ha...

Oh, my poor Dicky, if these are your reactions, I'll never remove the cage from your cock, ever, forever... ha, ha!" chuckled.

Richard looked at her dumbfounded. Finally, she was able to control her laughter.

"Sorry, my love, darling, you deserve one of those serious Dominatrixes you see in porn movies--the ones with the boots and the black leather jacket...

but I am a simple person, and when I get a laugh, I can't help myself...

Unlike you, I've never cheated on you, I've never slept with any other man, and Kevin is completely innocent, but I can see that a simple hypothesis of a fantasy that may never come true is enough to get you excited out of control... and I haven't even cheated on you! Ah, ah... my poor love...

However, now that I've said it, I can see that it's a very powerful phrase, telling a man «I won't remove your cage », I only uttered it as a joke, and you dilated your eyes as if you'd been guillotined... how funny you are, darling..."

Cathy gave a good laugh, then tried to regain her composure, to distract herself she leaned forward (offering a view of her cleavage and erect nipples, both to her husband and to everyone else in the Lounge), unbuckled her other shoe as well, took it off very slowly. Then she stretched her legs under the table, spreading her thighs, bent her knees, and grasped the cage with both bare feet.

Wearing a respectable grin, Cathy said in a stern voice, "Your dick jerked, but I need a serious answer from you. Heart and brain: I want an answer from your brain, not your dick. Listen to my questions, and before you answer, remember that from this airport a flight can leave for South America, and also for the Iberian Peninsula, as you wish. We have Safewords, use them now, and ignore the contact of my toes on your cage, I want you to be lucid and rational.

You are free to be truthful. No, I stand corrected: I... command you... to be truthful.

My toes will remain there now, only if you let me, as sensors of possible... little earthquakes."

Cathy's voice grew softer. She moved her gentle feet on his thighs, giving the caged cock a moment's respite. "I'm not blackmailing you, in every moment you may say your Safeword and every game will stop."

"I know."

Cathy showed the deadpan face she used in her job, and the dullest tone possible, began to declaim, "Are you in sound mind, not acting during duress or undue influence..."

Richard nodded vigorously.

The toes grasped the cage. She was too excited to feel his emotions by touch as he listened to her.

"The first question is this. Do you, my lovely husband in Greece want my friend Kevin, who was my lover in college, to come..." Cathy smiled so much at this word - "for him to COME, and sleep at our house, while you are gone? He's coming from Australia on business; he's staying a week, I think; his husband can't travel now, and I would be very sorry to leave him alone in a boring hotel.

If you agree that I host him to sleep in our house, the second question is: Do you want me to tell him that I have locked your cock in the cage and that therefore I do not have a man to fuck me, and ask him if he would (theoretically) want to fuck me? Uh, how this cock of yours shudders, good thing the table is heavy, ha, ha! Giggle.

Wait to answer -- there's still the third question. Is it you, completely aware that I love only you, that I am in love only with you, that Kevin is gay and will never fall in love with me, and that if he agreed to have sex with me... for example, allowing me to blowjob him, or fuck him handcuffed... (hey, how your friend gasps down there!)... would Kevin agree only out of friendship, with no romantic implications or falling in love?

And, the fourth question, would you be able to stand, if for mere hypothetical... I called you and let you hear how I moan and how I scream, while another man fucks me?

Think about it calmly, while I take off my thong, and put it in my mouth...then put my wrists behind my back, as if I were tied up..."

She had said all those incredible things in a calm, relaxed voice as if she were describing the recipe for making lasagna. Maybe talking about lasagna would have put more enthusiasm into it. It was as if having sex with Kevin didn't matter to her at all - but he knew that wasn't true, and anyway, the questions were about how HE would take it. And Cathy had chosen just the last moment before departure, and with her bare feet, she was caressing his balls, while her open pussy exuded the scent of the orgasms she had had in the car...

Richard was silent for a moment. Being secretly cheated on is horrible, but to be asked for permission to cheat... was... a strange feeling.

Cathy meanwhile had balled up her thong and put it in her mouth. The lace of the thong protruded from Cathy's lip on her chin: she looked like a cat that had caught a mouse. Then she had hidden her wrists behind her back as if bound, and with her two bare feet, she stroked Richard's cage: the position of her knees was such that he knew her pussy was fully spread. Her nipples, very hard, stood up under the very thin silk of her unbuttoned blouse.

The waitress arrived. She looked curiously at the lace of the thong protruding from Cathy's lip on her chin, but without showing astonishment, asked her, "Did you enjoy the cock--... Um, the cocktail, ma'am?"

Cathy replied with a grunt, "Mpff..."

"Very well, ma'am. And was the coffee okay, Sir?"

"Sure... thanks..."

The waitress trailed off, a grin on her face.

Richard looked up, and his gaze fell on the board of departing flights. A flight was going to Lisbon, Portugal. He was sure that if he used the safeword (Ireland for green light, Brazil yellow, and Portugal red, i.e., stop), she would limit her host duties to Kevin to the simple conversation over dinner.

But Richard was sure that this was not what he desired for his wife.

Richard took a deep breath and said to Cathy, who was staring at him in silence: "The flights from this airport are all bound for Ireland, the green emerald isle.

I accept each of the four questions.

I want -- or rather, I beg you Miss Cathy, my Lady, that you would like to host your friend Kevin in our house.

Please have as much fun as you can. Please invite him into our bedroom, and if he accepts, please invite him into our bed while I am in Greece.

I beg you, that you wear your most elegant and sexy clothes for him, that you choose the most obscene lingerie, that you beg him to blindfold you and handcuff you...I want you to have the most expensive dinners brought to you by restaurant caterers so that you don't waste your time cooking, I want you to drink my bottles of champagne, I want you to tell him everything about the two of us, and to ask him to help you cheat, to teach me never to cheat on you again.

And for that reason I beg you to phone, film, photograph as much as you can, to keep me in the loop, to tease my cock inside the cage, in Greece... in addition to all the tease and denial sessions that the four young women will want to inflict on me, as you have urged them to do, and as they have promised you they will do if they are in the mood.

Yes, four times yes. Color, Green, four times green."

Richard was serious, all enthusiastic about playing the role of the soon-to-be-cuckold husband as read in the stories, using the stereotypical phrases and exaggerating his concessions.

All that seriousness seemed ridiculous to Cathy, provoking a thunderous laugh from her. Not to choke, she spat down the thong out of her mouth, then squirmed with laughter.

"Oh, you... silly old bear... you Hubby dear... you look so funny, with such challenging statements! I was simply joking.

I don't want to cheat on you, I have never cheated on you all these years, I will never cheat on you, I will forever be your loving wife.

Those were just words to tease you!

But indeed, Kevin is coming to town, in one of the next weeks. I wish I could invite him into our home. And since you seem so positive about his presence in our bedroom, maybe he could accompany me shopping, and then help me wear something sexy to turn you on while you are in Greece.

As far as I can taste with my toe, I might assume that the idea of a man helping me wear nude lingerie, stirs up considerable excitement in you... and you understand well too, that there is no need to cuckold you, just this innocent fantasy is enough to get you excited... You should think of Kevin as a harmless tailor, and lifestyle adviser!"

She rolled her eyes in ecstasy, thinking about Kevin's taste in matching shoes and lingerie, and anticipating the possibility that, as a photographer, he might be able to frame her in provocative positions, to tease her husband from afar.

She might as well have been tied up--smiling slyly, Cathy continued to caress his cage with one foot. "Very well. I didn't want to tell you so as not to influence your decision, but you should be very grateful to Kevin for what he did when we were young."