Last night I had a very lucid erotic dream.
I was away for work. At the end of the day I returned to my hotel room. Standing by the window I watched a storm rolling in, dark clouds approaching. Rain starting then pouring. Coming down so hard everything was blurred beyond the glass. I retreated back into my hotel room which was warm and classy.
I realised I was horny, very horny. Stripping off and leaving my clothes strewn around the floor I climbed onto the bed, a big soft comfy king sized bed. Of course I was locked in my chastity cage. I looked for a way to wiggle out and stroke my cock, but it didn't matter which way I tugged there seemed no way out the cage. Frustrated I started stroking the cage and my balls. I was so desperate to find a way to cum in the cage. I humped the mattress for a while, then humped the pillows wedging them between my legs. I alternated between stoking my sensitive balls and humping. I felt so close to being able to cum in the cage, but not close enough. It was maddening.
Then I heard my wife's voice from the next room calling to me. My owner, the one who keeps me caged. I panicked, jumping from the bed grabbing my clothes from the floor, trying to dress. Reassuring her everything was OK, I'd be out in a minute. Hoping that door didn't open and she's discover my cock straining in the cage, realise what I'd been doing. I felt so guilty, so ashamed.
Then I woke up. My wife was calling me. I'd slept in. My cock was straining in its cage.
I confessed my dream to her. She laughed. It was a very wicked laugh.
I was away for work. At the end of the day I returned to my hotel room. Standing by the window I watched a storm rolling in, dark clouds approaching. Rain starting then pouring. Coming down so hard everything was blurred beyond the glass. I retreated back into my hotel room which was warm and classy.
I realised I was horny, very horny. Stripping off and leaving my clothes strewn around the floor I climbed onto the bed, a big soft comfy king sized bed. Of course I was locked in my chastity cage. I looked for a way to wiggle out and stroke my cock, but it didn't matter which way I tugged there seemed no way out the cage. Frustrated I started stroking the cage and my balls. I was so desperate to find a way to cum in the cage. I humped the mattress for a while, then humped the pillows wedging them between my legs. I alternated between stoking my sensitive balls and humping. I felt so close to being able to cum in the cage, but not close enough. It was maddening.
Then I heard my wife's voice from the next room calling to me. My owner, the one who keeps me caged. I panicked, jumping from the bed grabbing my clothes from the floor, trying to dress. Reassuring her everything was OK, I'd be out in a minute. Hoping that door didn't open and she's discover my cock straining in the cage, realise what I'd been doing. I felt so guilty, so ashamed.
Then I woke up. My wife was calling me. I'd slept in. My cock was straining in its cage.
I confessed my dream to her. She laughed. It was a very wicked laugh.