The Cuck and the Chair

Chapter 1: A Normal Friday

I checked the clock on my screen. Almost seven. The office was empty like always. I liked being the last one out. Gave me time to finish shit without anyone bothering me.

Before I left, I stopped in the bathroom, locked the stall, and looked down. Six months now. The steel cage was still just as unforgiving as day one. I used to be able to jerk off real quick in here before heading home. Those days were long gone. Now I just stood there staring at my locked dick like an idiot, already thinking about what shoes she’d be wearing when I got home.

The drive was nothing special, but my mind was going a million miles an hour. Boots? Sneakers? Bare feet? I was half-hard in the cage the whole way there just thinking about it.

I pulled into the garage, grabbed my bag, and walked inside. Lexi was sitting at the kitchen table on her phone. She didn’t even glance at me. I knew the drill. I set my stuff down, dropped to my knees, and crawled over to her.

I started licking her flip-flops clean. The faint dirty taste hit my tongue immediately and I felt myself throb hard in the cage. It hurt, but I didn’t care. This was our thing. She didn’t say a single word to me until both shoes were spotless.

When I finally finished, she ran her fingers through my hair and spoke.

“Good boy.”

She told me about her day at the hospital. Some asshole patient, then this tall, ripped Black guy who came in with a twisted ankle. She admitted she probably touched him a little longer than she needed to. The way she said it, I knew she was enjoying teasing me.

Eventually she told me to get up and cook dinner. Naked, of course. It was Friday.

I stripped right there in the kitchen, cooked us food, and served her. After we ate, we did our usual movie thing. Me on the floor, her on the couch. I wasn’t allowed to speak unless she talked to me first. I fucking loved it.

At some point I realized she’d fallen asleep. That meant I had to go put myself to bed. Every single night for the past year, no matter what, I put myself in some form of bondage before going to sleep. No excuses. Cage under the bed, the board on the floor — whatever it was, I locked myself in tight every night until she let me out in the morning.

So I went to the bedroom, laid down on the board, strapped my ankles, put the gag in, pulled that tight fucking latex hood over my head, zipped it up, and locked my wrists in.

I was stuck there until she decided I wasn’t.

Sometime in the middle of the night she came to bed. I heard her start playing with herself. The vibrator, the wet sounds of that big black dildo sliding in and out of her, her moaning extra loud on purpose. I was losing my mind in that hood.

When she finished, she got up, walked over, and wiped the messy dildo right across my nose holes. I could smell her all over me.

Then she just went to sleep like it was the most normal thing in the world.