Chapter 23 – The Idea of the Cage
The morning light poured into the bedroom, soft and golden, but it didn’t erase the faint tension left from the night before. Meera stretched beside Raj, still warm from sleep, and studied his face. There was something in the way he avoided her gaze that made her certain — he knew exactly what was coming.
Over breakfast, she finally asked, “Why couldn’t you just let me enjoy the evening, Raj?”
He set his cup down, eyes darting away. “I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Robin. Every time I got hard, I’d imagine what you were doing… how you were moaning for him… and then I’d get… scared. I’d call or text just to feel connected.”
Meera tilted her head. “Scared? Or turned on?”
He gave a helpless laugh. “Both. It was like my body wouldn’t let me stop. I kept touching myself, getting close… but I’d panic at the thought of what you might be doing and need to hear from you.”
She sighed, not unkindly. “Raj, you have to understand — those calls, those texts… they broke my rhythm. You were in my head when I should’ve been fully in the moment with him. If we’re going to keep doing this, you need a way to control yourself when I’m not here.”
He frowned. “So… how do I control it?”
Meera’s lips curled slightly, as though she’d been waiting for him to ask. “I thought of something… but I wasn’t sure until last night. Then I remembered a friend I’ve been chatting with online. She’s a hotwife too — her husband’s been a cuck for years. She told me they had the same problem at the start… until they tried chastity.”
Raj’s brows shot up. “Chastity? You mean… locked?”
“Yes.” She leaned back in her chair. “A cage. Stainless steel. Small enough that you can’t even get hard. She says it saved their play. No more interruptions. She enjoys her nights without worrying, and when she comes home, he’s desperate… and completely hers.”
Raj swallowed. “That’s… intense.”
Meera reached for her phone, scrolling before sliding it across the table. “She even sent me a picture. Her husband in his cage.”
Raj stared. The man in the photo was kneeling on a carpet, a polished steel device snug around his cock and balls, his hands behind his back. He was smiling, but his eyes carried a raw, restless energy.
The image hit Raj like a jolt — humiliation, curiosity, and a deep, unexplainable arousal flooding through him.
“This isn’t just for me, Raj,” Meera said softly. “It’s for both of us. You won’t spend the night in a constant loop of touching yourself and panicking. I’ll get to enjoy myself without worrying that you’re breaking down. And when I come home… I’ll decide what happens.”
Something about the calm certainty in her voice made him throb. “I… think I want that,” he admitted, almost whispering.
Meera smiled, leaning over to kiss him. The kiss deepened quickly, turning into something heated, needy. They moved to the bedroom, her body pressing into his, her tongue teasing his as if already tasting the power she’d soon hold.
When he slid inside her, he couldn’t stop picturing the future — himself locked, waiting for her, every moment she was gone feeding his hunger. The thought overwhelmed him, every thrust bringing him closer until he came hard, groaning into her shoulder.
They lay tangled afterward, his heartbeat still pounding against her cheek. “Just thinking about being locked while you’re with him…” he murmured. “It’s… overwhelming.”
“Good,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “That’s exactly what I want.”
They agreed to order the device today. The first real trial would be on a date night — and neither of them could stop imagining the sound of that tiny lock clicking shut.
