Day 1 of the rest of my life

I woke up on cloud 9. My beautiful sexy wife had unlocked something in me and I was living a life of freedom, that enabled me to express my true self. I worshipped my wife, who was clearly the sexiest woman alive, and who had hose me, first to be my wife, and then to dominate. It was an incredible sensation.

I went into my home office and started work. My cage a constant reminder of her ownership of my cock, my orgasms, and through them, me.

By lunchtime the pressure was building - the desire for release was becoming a craving, an intense need. I tried to distract myself by focusing on work but found I could not concentrate. I wanted to be true to my mistress and be a good cuck but I desperately needed to cum.

By mid afternoon I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the bedroom, stripped and started to attempt to masturbate. I pulled up some cuckold porn on my ipad and I pumped the cage up and down on my cock, hoping that this would create enough friction for me to cum. The rigid plastic prevented all sensation from the pressure of my fingers, and although the movement was enough to stimulate the base of my cock and make me hard, the smooth interior prevented the friction that I needed around the tip of my cock.

In desperation, I tried for 15 minutes, I really tried. But all I achieved was irritating yje skin at the base of my cock where the edge of the cage met skin. My head span in desperation, but in the end I had to admit the innevitable - defeat. I put my clothes back on and went downstairs.

My head was in a mess now. I just stared at the screen blankly, unable to concentrate.

It was 6.30 when Helen arrived back. As I heard the key in the lock I rushed to the door like some love sick (or should I say lust crazed) puppy.

"How sweet, waiting for me at the door"

"Please Mistress" I babbled incoherently "I need to cum. Please Mistress, please let me cum"

"All in good time cucky. We need to eat first. Have you made tea"

I looked at her blankly. How could she not understand my desperation. I loved her and wanted this, but I had needs. I...

and then the penny dropped. I was going to get nowhere asking for it. My head dropped and I headed to the kitchen.