The Daily Grind – Chapter 3: It’s Not Unusual

The Daily Grind – Chapter 3: It’s Not Unusual

Tom’s tongue felt numb as he finished explaining everything to Mary.

The police visit. The new, heavier chastity cage locked tight around his cock. The two bright red WANKER shirts he was now legally required to wear in public. The one-hour daily outdoor humiliation order. The threat of prison if he refused.

He kept his eyes on the floor the entire time, waiting for the explosion — the shouting, the tears, the disappointment.

Instead, Mary listened in eerie silence. Then she stood up without a word and left the room.

When she returned, she carried two large glasses of red wine and a fresh bottle.

“Drink,” she said gently, sitting beside him on the bed. “We’re going to talk like adults.”

By the time the second bottle was empty, the sharp edge of Tom’s shame had dulled into a warm, throbbing haze. Mary’s fingers traced the cold steel of his new cage, tapping it lightly — ting… ting… — like testing the bars of a birdcage.

“Christ, I’m horny,” Tom muttered under his breath.

For one wild second he imagined ripping the cage off, bending her over the couch and reclaiming her like a real husband. But then Mary picked up her phone and started showing him profiles of the other nurses — Sally’s fiery red hair and perky tits, Senga’s enhanced Scottish chest, Aunty’s powerful curves, and Mai in her emerald green outfit.

“Be honest,” Mary whispered, her voice soft and curious. “What do you think when you see them?”

Tom swallowed hard. “They’re… really fucking sexy.”

Mary’s lips twitched. Not angry. Almost… pleased.

She leaned in and kissed his neck tenderly. “Mommy knows it’s hard for you. But you’re being so good, even when it hurts. I’m proud of you.”

They fell asleep tangled together that night, the heavy cage a cold reminder pressed between them. For the first time in weeks, it almost felt like they were a normal couple again.

The Next Morning

Mary tossed one of the bright red WANKER shirts at his face.

“Up, big boy. Clinic day. Now.”

There was a new spark in her eye — dangerous, excited, maternal.

Tom dressed, the cage chafing with every step. As he stepped outside, Bill was already lurking by the rotting fence, phone in hand, grinning like a hyena.

“Well, well,” Bill sneered. “Gotta document this for the lads—”

Tom’s fist clenched. “Take that picture and I’ll feed you your teeth.”

Bill laughed. “Or what? You’re locked up like a dog. Tell your wife to make my session extra special today… or everyone sees the photos.”

Tom drove to the clinic in a silent fury.

The Clinic – Special Service for Tom

The moment he stepped inside, Mary was waiting. She pulled him into a private booth, her golden wristwatch glinting on her right wrist as she unlocked his cage with a soft click.

“Mommy’s going to take care of you today,” she whispered lovingly, her slick hand wrapping around his freed cock. “You’ve been such a good boy enduring all of this.”

She stroked him slowly, expertly, her wedding ring cool against his shaft. Tom groaned, hips jerking.

But she didn’t let him finish.

Instead, she guided his cock through the gloryhole.

“Enjoy your reward, baby.”

First – Senga (Scottish Blonde)

A new pair of hands took over — rougher, more demanding. The screen switched to Senga, the hard-faced Scottish nurse with bolt-on tits, legs spread wide, fingers pulling her pussy open.

“Naw, big man,” she growled through the wall. “This is a special service for good cucks.”

She yanked and twisted him mercilessly, her golden wristwatch flashing as she worked him. Just as he neared the edge, she stopped.

Second – Aunty Marjorie

The screen changed again. Aunty’s warm, devout face appeared, her long crimson nails guiding him back through the hole.

“Bless you, child,” she murmured tenderly, then swallowed him whole.

Her mouth was heavenly — hot, wet, humming hymns around his cock as she sucked with pure maternal devotion. Tom’s knees buckled. Aunty’s golden wristwatch pressed against his balls as she deepthroated him lovingly.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “Good boy. Give Aunty everything.”

Third – Sally (The Redhead)

Mary’s hand returned, gripping him firmly at the base. She guided his cock forward until he felt tight, velvety heat envelop him.

The screen showed Sally — fiery red hair, legs open, fiery bush on full display, tongue out in pleasure.

Tom’s eyes widened. “Mary… you’re letting me fuck her?”

Mary’s voice was affectionate through the partition. “Mommy wants her good boy to feel real pussy again. Fuck her nicely, baby.”

Tom thrust desperately into Sally’s tight, dripping cunt while Mary controlled the depth and rhythm with her hand. Sally moaned loudly, walls fluttering around him.

“That’s it, Tom,” Mary cooed lovingly. “Give Sally a nice big load. Mommy’s so proud of you.”

Sally came first, crying out as her pussy clenched. Tom followed seconds later, exploding deep inside the redhead while Mary held him steady, milking every drop.

“Thank you…” Tom gasped, voice breaking. “I love you, Mary.”

Aftermath & Bill

Mary appeared at the booth with fresh clothes. Tom stripped off the hated WANKER shirt and threw it in the trash, feeling almost human again in his normal

[clothes.

As](http://clothes.As) they reached the entrance, Bill was first in line, grey tracksuit bottoms already tented, grinning sleazily.

“Fuck, this is perfect,” Bill crowed. “Popped two Viagras. Wanna watch me rail your wife for an hour? Promise I won’t ruin her for you.”

Tom’s vision went red.

CRACK.

His fist connected perfectly with Bill’s face. Blood and teeth sprayed across the pavement. Bill hit the ground hard, piss staining his tracksuit as he curled up in terror.

Two police officers who had been waiting in line stepped forward.

Bill spat blood. “He hit me! Arrest him!”

The larger officer looked at Tom, then at Bill, and shrugged. “Only thing I saw was you harassing clinic staff.”

Bill was dragged away screaming for a ten-year chastity sentence.

Mary pulled Tom into a deep, loving kiss right there in the entrance.

“My brave boy,” she whispered proudly. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”

Weeks Later – Reflection

Tom looked back on everything and realized how stupid he had been.

He now received special, loving service from all the senior nurses. Mary controlled many of his sessions with gentle mommy-dom affection. The other wives — Ivana, Katherine, Aunty, Sally, and even Mai during her visits — were surprisingly kind to their own husbands in private, balancing cruelty with genuine care. At

night, Tom slept in the same bed as the woman he loved more than ever. The cage was still there. The daily humiliations continued. But so did the twisted, intense intimacy that had become their new normal.

Mary kissed his forehead one night as she stroked the bars of his cage.

“It’s not unusual anymore, is it, baby?”

Tom smiled tiredly. “No, Mommy… it’s not.”

The daily grind continued.

But somehow, against all odds, their love had grown stronger inside

[it.

To](http://it.To) be Continued…