The Cuck and the Chair

Chapter 3: Testing Limits

I woke up sore as hell. The chair was comfortable for a few hours, but spending the whole night strapped down tight had taken its toll. My back and shoulders were stiff, my wrists hurt, and my legs were starting to cramp.

Lexi came down around nine, looking fresh and beautiful. She slowly started unbuckling the straps, taking her sweet time. Every time she loosened one, my body throbbed with relief… and dread.

When I was finally free, she looked me up and down with a smirk.

“You have twenty minutes to use the bathroom, shower, and eat. Not a second more.”

When I came back downstairs, freshly showered and in a towel, she was standing next to the chair with that same mischievous smile.

“Back in,” she said, patting the leather seat.

I stopped in my tracks. My body was already sore and stiff. The thought of climbing back into that thing so soon made my stomach twist.

“Lexi… I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. “Last night was rough. I’m really sore.”

She stepped closer, trailing her fingers slowly down my chest and over the steel cage between my legs. She gave it a gentle tap, making it swing.

“But you’re still locked up and leaking, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice low and sweet. “I know you’re hurting, baby… but this is what you’ve always wanted. You love being completely helpless. You love when I push you. Don’t you?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

“Be a good boy and get back in the chair for me. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

I stood there for a long moment, torn between the deep ache in my body and the desperate submissive need she knew exactly how to trigger. Eventually I let out a shaky breath and nodded.

She smiled, clearly pleased. “There’s my good boy.”

She guided me back into the chair and started buckling me in — tighter than the night before. Every strap clicked into place until I could barely twitch. Once I was completely secured, she swapped the gag for the more comfortable tongue-trapping one and zipped the eye holes shut.

Then she made good on her promise.

I heard the familiar buzz of her Hitachi wand. She pressed the powerful vibrator right against my caged cock and balls and held it there, working it in slow, relentless circles. It didn’t take long before I came hard... a long, ruined orgasm that dribbled weakly out of the cage onto the floor. For those few seconds it felt incredible.

But the second it was over, the post-nut clarity hit me like a truck. The soreness came rushing back. The reality of being strapped down again so soon felt overwhelming.

Lexi didn’t say another word. She simply stood up, turned off the basement lights, and walked upstairs. I heard her footsteps fade.

That’s when I lost it.

I started struggling furiously against the straps, thrashing as much as the tight bondage would allow, screaming into the gag. The sounds came out muffled and pathetic, but I couldn’t stop. The panic and regret boiled over.

Upstairs, I heard Lexi chuckle, loud enough that I knew she could hear me through the baby monitor. That only made me fight harder for a minute… until my energy gave out. I slumped back into the chair, exhausted, breathing hard through the hood. My dick was still twitching in the cage, dripping.

And just like that, I was alone again in the dark.