Stuck in the roses

The next day, I wake up with an uncomfortable feeling, an erection repressed by the chastity cage Bia had installed. The rigidity of the device blocks the urgency of my arousal, leaving me in a state of palpable frustration.

Beside the bed, Bia watches me with a mischievous smile on her lips, her eyes shining with mischief. "Good morning, caged little princess…" she says, her soft voice full of irony as she slides her delicate fingers over my tight cage.

I feel a shiver run through my body at Bia's touch, a mixture of lust and frustration at the restriction imposed by the chastity cage.

"Ah-mm..." I mutter, trying to maintain my composure in the face of her provocation.

She leans close to me, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, "Ready for today's challenge, sweetheart?"

My mind is in knots as I hear her words, my body still tense from the sensation of the chastity cage. "Another challenge?" I ask, surprised by the continuation of Bia's seduction game.

Bia smiles mischievously, her eyes shining with a mischievous spark. “Yes, my love… And to start the day off right, you’re going to wear this,” she says, showing me a rather eye-catching, floral, crimson lingerie set.

I looked at the lingerie with a mixture of surprise and anxiety. The thong was extremely provocative, its fabric made of transparent tulle, leaving my small penis almost completely exposed, hidden only by some floral embroidery.

Its thin straps adorned with small pieces of fabric, resembled a necklace of red rose petals tied side by side, they crossed gently at the back, transforming into a single string, which would inevitably be the only point of contact between the delicate piece and the ass of the daring wearer.

A sensually tempting piece, but certainly not at all comfortable.

The bra had thick, slightly malleable padded cups, also adorned with the same floral lace pattern, which would certainly be very difficult to miss inside thin shirts.

I'm left speechless by Bia's choice, not knowing how to react to the idea of ​​wearing that lingerie to work. "H-Honey, I... I can't wear that!", I protest, feeling embarrassed by the idea.

She just smiles defiantly.

"It's okay my cutie, you don't have to, just don't complain about suffering the consequences later...", Bia holds the tube of the pink cage with her thumb and index finger and shakes my caged chick in a threatening way.

I freeze in the face of Bia's implied threat, my gaze flicking between her red lingerie and the pink chastity device in her hands.

The thought of facing the consequences of my disobedience is enough to make my stomach churn with anxiety.

I look at the lingerie in my hands, feeling the inevitability of the situation. "But honey, look... This color is very... Flashy. And this bra... It's very bulky, hard to hide...", I insist, trying to find some loophole in Bia's determination.

She just laughs softly, ignoring my objections. “Oh, my pretty, I’ve given easy dares before. But this is what the naughty little girl deserves for not behaving,” she says, her soft voice thick with authority. She continues to press the point, her defiant expression making it clear that there is no room for negotiation.

I sigh in resignation, knowing that resistance would be useless in the face of Bia's determined will. "Okay...", I murmur reluctantly, giving in to her pressure.

Bia smiles with satisfaction, knowing that she has once again gained control over me. “Very well, my sweetie. It seems that you are beginning to understand your place as my little doll,” she says, her voice soft and authoritative at the same time.

She hands me the lingerie pieces, her expression imposing with yet another victory.

As I wrap myself in the tiny panties, a wave of embarrassment washes over me.

I feel every inch of the tiny fabric hugging my body tightly.

The thin straps press against my skin, revealing more than they hide, while the bright red fabric seems to scream to the world my submission to my wife.

Bia watches me with a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she were savoring every moment of my humiliation.

"That's right, naughty girl, now give it a little tug so it gets really deep in that ass," she comments, her voice full of jokes.

I follow Bia's order and pull the panties up high, they stretch with some difficulty, until my ass swallows the thin red string completely, pressing my intimacies in an erotic way that the two previous panties didn't come close to doing.

"Oh, how cute! Your little dick even fit into the smallest of my panties.

" Looks like you were destined to be my obedient little girl," she teases, her feminine and graceful tone of voice making the humiliation even more acute.

My penis did not fit smoothly as it did in the two previous pieces, not so much because of the small size of my member, but because of the volume of the chastity cage, its pink plastic pushed the thin transparent tulle a little more than there was material to cover it, keeping my balls slightly exposed on the sides, even so, it was possible to say that it fit tightly.

Bia watches me with a satisfied smile, her eyes shining with mischief as she takes in my transformation.

“Hahaha… Very good, kitten, now the bra!” she says, her voice soft but authoritative at the same time.

I grab the bra and try to put it on with difficulty, always under Bia's amused gaze.

“Honey… Could you help me with this?” I ask, feeling a little awkward as I try to adjust the strap in the back.

She just laughs, her melodic laughter filling the room.

"Oh, my sweetie... I can't help you every time. You need to learn to fend for yourself," she replies, her voice thick with amusement.

With a sigh of resignation, I continue my attempt to fasten the bra from the back. Despite my clumsiness, I eventually manage to connect one hook to the other, feeling a slight air of satisfaction at having accomplished the task.

Bia claps her hands as I adjust my bra, her mischievous smile clearly indicating her amusement at my situation.

"Look at that... You're busty... Hahaha...", she comments, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice that my breasts, although small and naturally masculine, seem a little more round than normal.

A strange but even pleasurable sensation of femininity mixes with my frustration, leaving me intrigued by the duality of emotions I experience; the sensation of the lingerie fabric against my skin and the sight of my feminine figure in the mirror arouse a certain curiosity.

Bia watches me with a look of satisfaction, her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she takes in my transformation.

"Oh, you look so beautiful! Hahaha... Now strike a pose for me," she exclaims, her tone full of mockery and amusement.

“Pose?” I ask, my voice a little shaky with anxiety.

"Yes! Very sensual! Show me your ass," she replies excitedly.

I hesitate, **** to give in to Bia's demands, but her insistence is relentless.

"Young lady... I'm not joking. Do it now, or that little dick will be stuck for a long time...", the threat was in a playful tone, but I didn't doubt anything else coming from Bia.

With a resigned sigh, I give in to his pressure, feeling awkward and **** as I walk over to the bed and attempt to pose with my ass on display.

The feeling of ridiculousness is overwhelming, but at the same time, a strange excitement courses through me.

Bia watches me with an approving look, her triumphant smile indicating that she is pleased with my performance.

“Mmm… How delicious… Hahaha…”, Bia jokes ironically, it was obvious that I looked ridiculous, “There you go… You can put on your outfit now”.

I go to my closet and carefully choose clothes made of dark fabrics, opting for colors that don't highlight the vibrant red of my lingerie.

I also choose a sweater with thicker textures to disguise the bulge in my breasts.

When I finish getting dressed, I look at myself in the mirror, it is entirely possible that I will go unnoticed.

“It’s perfect, honey, no one will notice, now come and give your little wife a kiss,” says Bia with a mischievous smile on her lips, her eyes shining with amusement.

With a wave goodbye, I leave for work, still immersed in the contradictory feelings triggered by the peculiar morning I had at home.

The perspective of the day ahead is shrouded in uncertainty, but I know that I must maintain my composure and face any challenge that arises, after all, I still don't know how serious Bia is about this chastity cage business that continues to bother me.