Several weeks passed without me hearing from my ex-wife, Sue. As far as I was aware, she was still on the game and sharing a small caravan with her new husband, Kevin, whom Sue had once told me was addicted to gambling and alcohol. It was not a happy life she was living but, on the other hand, I knew from experience that she was not an easy woman to live with—she was bloody marvellous between the sheets, but her explosive temper made life out of the bed difficult.

Based on past form, I guessed at some point she would be begging another favour from me. The phone call came one Saturday morning.

“Hello, knobhead,” she greeted me, when I answered the phone, “Have you missed me?”

“Yeah, like a thumping migraine,” I quipped.

“We've got a problem,” she replied.

“We've got a problem? Don't you mean you've got a problem, Sue?”

“Kevin's kicked me out, Dave. I'm on the street.”

“I thought you'd be at home on the street!” I laughed. “Isn't that your workplace?”

“It's not funny, Dave. You need to help me?”

“Why?”

“Because you still hold a candle for me? And you'll get free sex.”

“Hmmm... what are you expecting from me in return?”

“God, you can be very mercenary, knobhead! Why would I want something from you?”

“But you do, don't you?”

“Er... yeah, I suppose I do. I need to shack up at your place. You don't mind, do you?”

“Of course, I mind! How long for?”

“I don't know. A couple of weeks, maybe, while I get sorted.”

“The last time we spent two weeks together we were fighting like cat and dog.”

“Yes, you're right. But I'll be better behaved this time, I promise.”

“I doubt it, but if it's only for two weeks max we'll give it a go. Just as long as we have sex whenever I want it.”

“That's all you damn well think about, isn't it? Pathetic!”

“Well, I need to get something out of it, Sue.”

“Okay, if you're well behaved, you'll get lots of sex, but there's another favour. I need to have your bedroom, and you move into—”

“Hang on a mo! You want me to lend you my bedroom?” I replied, incredulously.

“Yes, I've got a lot of stuff, and your other bedroom is far too small for my needs. I have to have a decent size room to entertain my clients.”

“What?! You're turning my house into a brothel again? Where do you normally entertain them?”

“A hotel room, but—”

“Then use a hotel room?”

“They cost money, Dave. Clients don't like to pay for a hotel room on top of my servicing charge. Times are hard and people are struggling to make ends meet. You'll be helping me out and helping the community. You'll get your reward in heaven, sweetheart.”

“I'm looking for a reward before then. But, okay, as long as it's only for a fortnight.”

“Thank you, Dave. You're a star. A taxi is on its way with my luggage. I'll leave shortly, but before I get there make sure my room is all sorted out. If you can do that, there's a special gift I'll give you.”

“God! You had this all planned, didn't you? You knew I would agree!”

“Did I? Bye, Dave, see you soon. I've still got a key to let myself in!”

oooOOooo

Ten minutes later, I heard a vehicle pull up outside. It was an old taxi, which had a few dents and scratches. I opened the front door to see a burly guy emerging from behind the wheel.

“Hello, cucky!” he said, greeting me with a smile. “I'm Mr Foster.”

“What did you call me?”

“Cucky! You're sizzling Sue's hubby, right?”

“Ex-hubby, if you must know.”

“Hmmm... she's told me all about you, and how you like to listen while she makes love to punters.”

“That's none of your business!”

“Is your prick locked in a cage?”

“What?! No, it damn well isn't!”

“I'm booked in for next week, so I'll get to find out, cucky.”

“You've got a booking?” I retorted, struggling to believe what he was saying.

“Sue's very popular and slots get quickly taken. Anyway, I don't have time to spend nattering with you. You need to get her luggage out of the cab.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! I'm a professional chauffeur, with an image to maintain and—”

“You're a bloody cabbie, driving an old banger!”

“You mind your language. I'm a skilled driver, not a bleeding porter who lugs cases. Get the stuff from the vehicle!”

He stood there with his arms folded. I could have done the same, but I sensed I wasn't going to win this standoff, so I did what he wanted and carried all of Sue's possessions from the taxi to the house. There was so much, it took three trips while he watched on impatiently.

“Satisfied now?” I asked, as indignantly as possible.

“Well, there is the small matter of the fare and tip,” he retorted. “I don't drive this motor for free. Sue said you'd pay! It's £20 plus a tip. I reckon £25 should do it.”

I dug some money out of my pocket. “Here! Have £22, because I'm damned if I'm giving you a twenty-five percent tip for doing fuck all.”

“All right, cucky. Keep your knickers on! Sue told me you wear them, by the way. See you soon...”

Before I could think how to respond, he had got back into his cab and drove off, leaving me seething outside my house.

oooOOooo

I carried Sue's possessions inside and took them upstairs. Sue had mentioned some gift if I got everything sorted out by the time she arrived, and from what she'd said she could turn up very soon.

Working quickly, I moved my clothes and personal possessions into the boxroom. For those unfamiliar with the term boxroom, “cupboard” might be a better word. My boxroom was barely big enough to fit a single bed, let alone any other furniture, so my clothing ended up piled into one corner.

Why had I once more given in to Sue's unreasonable demands? The answer, of course, was the promise of sex!

Returning to the main bedroom, I carefully hung-up Sue's dresses and skirts in the wardrobe—what used to be my wardrobe, that is. Her dresses were so short they were a long way from touching the floor and I could see that there would still be room for me to sit in the wardrobe if that's what she had in mind. I certainly felt that Foster, the taxi driver, might be expecting that.

Wardrobe sorted, I turned my attention to her collection of lingerie. Not surprisingly for someone on the game, there was a huge volume. After all, lingerie was her working uniform, and clients expected her to be attired in undies that were expensive and sexy.

I placed panties in one drawer, bras in another, basques, suspender belts and bodies in a third. Just handling her intimate attire was causing a stirring down below. And then I noticed that one of the suitcases contained a pink drawstring bag.

I picked it up and embroidered into the fabric, in big letters, were the words “Dirty Undies”. Just reading that phrase caused my penis to give a massive twitch followed by a release of precum. Cautiously, I opened the bag, releasing a cloud of Sue's essences. My penis, which had been half awake, painfully fought against the fabric of my boxers in an attempt to stand to attention. I pulled off my jeans and underwear, giving my dick free rein to become fully erect.

How long did I have, I wondered? I thrust a hand into the bag and pulled out the contents. There were several pairs of panties, a bra and two pairs of stockings. I gazed at the stockings. They were not cheap nylons from a supermarket but were clearly expensive items with the manufacturer's name embossed on lace tops. Their feel in my hands was causing my penis to throb—I had to try them on. I didn't have the willpower to resist.

A glance out of the window told me the coast was still clear. Carefully, so as to avoid damage, I drew one pair up my legs. Their feel against my skin was something impossible to describe because it was a sensation that men, in their normal daily lives, do not experience.

I picked up one of the other stockings and began stroking my dick with it. I was desperate to cum, and common sense evaded me. It never crossed my mind what I would do with a nylon stocking coated with my jism. But, at that moment, it wasn't my brain doing the thinking.

I rubbed the soft nylon along my solid shaft, applying gentle pressure to the glans. The point of no return was approaching when—suddenly—a voice yelled, “What the fucking hell do you think you're doing, knobhead!”

Gripped by fear, I turned to face Sue, who had let herself in and crept up stairs. Had she set a trap? Had I fallen into it?

“I asked you what the fuck you were doing?” she screamed.

Coherent speech was beyond me. “Er... hmm... wha—”

“Drop that nylon and get down on your knees,” she ordered. “Put your hands on your head, so you're not playing with yourself.” She was dressed in a short black skirt and a white shirt, through which I could make out the outline of her lacy bra. On her feet were high heels and her legs were in stockings, quite possibly the same brand as I was wearing.

She sat herself on the end of my bed, or rather what had been my bed but which she was taking over. I was knelt in front of her as she opened her small handbag and removed her phone.

Consciously, or perhaps inadvertently, her legs opened a little as she searched her mobile for a number. I could make out that she was wearing black panties. My penis, which had got flaccid with her admonishment, began to wake up again.

I looked, mesmerised, at her panties before being aware she was speaking on the phone.

“Hi, Kristina, it's Sue,” she said, all anger in her voice now dissipated. “It's just as we thought and I caught knobhead red-handed.”

I couldn't hear what was said the other end, but I knew who Kristina was—she was the owner of the high-end lingerie shop who had sold me and Sue matching lingerie. Another source of embarrassment!

“Okay, Kris, I'll see you soon. I'll get knobhead ready to receive his gift,” she laughed. I looked up at her inquisitively, but she ignored me. “I've left the front door unlocked. Bye, Kris!”

oooOOooo

Sue's face bore an expression of self-satisfaction, as if she wanted to pat herself on the back. She looked down at me, and opened her legs a tad further, pushing her skirt further up her thighs, revealing more of her black panties. “Wank and shoot your load!” she firmly instructed. “Keep looking at my knickers.”

Subconsciously, I knew I was making an utter fool of myself and I still have no idea what was going on. Clearly, I had been set-up by attempting to masturbate with her stockings, but what was her game now?

I gazed at her panties, noticing a damp patch appearing and growing in size. Evidently, the humiliation she was subjecting me to was turning her on as well as me.

“Come on, knobhead! Faster! Get it over with, for God's sake!”

It took very few strokes before I reached the cliff edge and semen explosively spurted out. Some I caught in my hand, but most ended up on her stockinged legs and her high heels.

For the first time, she smiled at me. “God, you're a messy pup! Clean me up with your tongue.”

Previously, I'd been called upon to clean Sue up after a client, but I'd never had to consume my own jism—and it was still warm and, so soon after ejaculation, it was the last thing I wanted to taste.

“Come on, knobhead,” she insisted. “You made the mess, so you clear it up.”

Reluctantly, I set to work.

oooOOooo

As I was licking up the last drops of my spunk, I heard someone coming up the stairs. It was Kristina.

“Ah, he is like the cat eating the cream,” she concluded, in her strong Eastern European accent.

Sue replied, “A very special cream, Kris! But very nutritious, I'm sure. Did you bring his gift?”

“I did, yes! I ordered it from the special supplier, and it arrived this morning.”

She passed Sue a small cardboard box that gave no clue as to its contents, but I didn't have to wait long to find out. Sue opened the box and pulled out a small cage-like object made of shiny steel—I knew immediately that it was a chastity cage.

This might have been a gift, but not one I wanted. “No!” I exclaimed. “I'm not wearing that!”

“Oh, yes, you are, Dave. You've demonstrated today that you can't be trusted with my clothes.”

“But you set a trap, Sue. That's not fair.”

“No one made you fall into the trap, though.”

“Sue is right,” acclaimed Kristina. “You have been the very naughty man, Dave, so you must accept the punishment. Stand up so Sue can fit it on.”

My penis, which had gone limp following ejaculation, started to reenergise as my brain processed what was about to happen. Bizarrely, the prospect of being denied erections was itself causing an erection.

The two women saw what was happening. “My God, I thought making him wank would solve this problem for half-an-hour! He's sex mad. Wait with him while I get some ice cubes,” announced Sue. She raced downstairs, reappearing a couple of minutes later with a bag that she pressed against by nascent erection.

“Wait!” I screamed, as the ice did its job. “I'm not happy about this!”

“Why not? You'll love it, Dave,” retorted Sue. “You were becoming erect just at the thought of being locked up.”

She was right about that. I stopped to think for a moment and she spotted the opportunity to pile on the pressure. “It'll be a new experience,” she continued. “Come on, Dave... you know you want to!”

“Oh, all right!” I exclaimed, in exasperation, “I'll try anything once.”

“Good knobhead,” she replied, with smile. As usual, Sue had got her own way and before I knew it, I had been secured in the cage.

“Where's the key?” I asked, out of interest.

Kristina was struggling to keep a straight face and resorted to shrugging her shoulders. “Key? It is in the box? Yes?”

Sue glanced into the box and pretended to look serious. “Sorry, no. Not in there, but I'm sure it'll turn up... one day.” I assumed—or hoped— she knew where it was, but she had no intention of letting on.

“How long do I have to wear this, Sue?” I pleaded.

“Until I find somewhere else to live, knobhead,” replied Sue, adding, with a smile, “And until I find the key. You can't be trusted.”

“But there's a lock on the bedroom door, Sue. You could lock the door if you're so worried.”

“That is boring, Dave,” explained Kristina, shaking her head. “It is much more fun for you to be locked up.”

“For you two, maybe,” I protested.

“I have another gift for you, Dave,” smiled Kristina. From a bag, she extracted an ensemble of flimsy lingerie—bra, panties and suspender belt, all in scarlet. “And look, Dave,” she continued, “the panties have the open crotch so your dick and tackle can dangle out. I will help you get dressed.”

“No!” I shouted, knowing full well that any attempt by Kristina to help me get dressed would cause me to become painfully aroused.

“Let her help,” argued Sue. “Kristina knows what she's doing.”

Very soon, the stockings I was wearing were being held in place by a suspender belt with six straps. And over the suspender belt were the open crotch panties which did nothing to hide my sex. Then, the icing on the cake was a tight-fitting bra into which Kristina inserted the falsies that she had previously supplied me with.

“I think Kristina deserves to be thanked, knobhead,” declared Sue. “Would you care for a special 'thank you', Kris?” Sue whispered something to Kristina and the next thing I knew was she slipped her skirt and panties off and sat herself on the edge of the bed, legs apart, her carefully trimmed bush on display.

Nothing was said, but it was obvious what was expected of me. With my penis now pounding inside the cage, I came down on her, my lips and tongue stimulating her pussy. Kristina began wriggling in response, while gently stroking my back, her fingers toying with my bra straps.

“Oh, my God!” she murmured. “He is so good, Sue. Keep going, Dave!”

I continued stimulating her, ignoring my own pain. She responded by becoming louder, soon forgetting all knowledge she had of the English language, resorting instead to yelling what I took to be obscenities in her native tongue. Meanwhile, Sue came behind me, cupping my balls in her hand and gently squeezing.

Suddenly, Kristina let out a blood curdling yell and her back arched in a state of rigour before lurching back and forth. Fearing my mouth would lose contact with her pussy, she grabbed the back of my head, forcing me into closer contact.

Her orgasm went on for ages before it came crashing down, leaving her unable to speak. I carried on kissing her, savouring her secretions, while she regained her breath.

“God! That... that was fucking good... Dave,” she spluttered.

“Yes, he can be very good,” concurred Sue, pulling my head away from Kristina and turning it to face her. “You're a mess, Dave,” she commented, referring to my face that was covered in Kristina's juices. “Was that good for you?”

“Yes... but it would have been a damn sight better if I wasn't locked in this bloody cage.”

“Yeah, it's a pity,” remarked Sue, in a couldn't care less tone of voice. “A pity you couldn't behave yourself with my clothes.”

oooOOooo

The first night being caged was abominable. Numerous times during the night I was awoken by my dick attempting to expand into a non-existent space. The following morning, I confronted Sue.

“Sue,” I began. “I know I was wrong to try on your stockings, but please let me out of this thing. I've been punished and to keep me in here for any longer would be over the top.”

“No, Dave, you need to stay in the cage. You remember Mr Foster, the taxi driver? He's one of my clients.”

“Foster! How could I forget him? He's bloody rude and arrogant!”

“Yeah, sort of, but he's a valued client who pays well. He's got an appointment here in a few days. He wants to see you caged.”

“Hang on! How does he know I'm caged?! He mentioned cages when he dropped your stuff off.”

“Er... I've no idea how he knows, Dave,” Sue replied, trying to sound naïve. “But he's willing to pay double to see you locked up. I'll make it worth your while, Dave,” she added, seductively, while cradling my balls.

“Stop that, Sue. Trying to turn me on when I'm locked up is not a good idea.”

“Just trying to help, that's all.”

“Look, Sue. You could unlock me now and then we put it back on just before he arrives. That would work!”

“Nah! After you've been caged for a few days, there'll be a look of pitiful desperation in your eyes that you would find impossible to fake. It won't work if you just pretend to be frustrated. He'll appreciate the real thing, Dave.”

“Now you look—” I replied, indignantly.

“Don't take that tone of voice with me, knobhead, not unless you want to spend even longer locked up. I'm the one who knows where the key is—you don't! If you behave yourself, I'll unlock you after he's gone.”

She was right! Arguing with her wasn't going to work.

oooOOooo

The next few days were agony. Sue entertained a couple of customers but luckily didn't require me to be around, so I escaped further humiliation. But then came the day for Foster's appointment.

Sue instructed me to shower and gave me a tube of hair removal cream. Then I was ordered to get dressed in the lingerie that Kristina had provided for me, including the open crotch panties.

“Why do I need to wear these?” I asked, irritably.

“Because I want you to. Be a good knobhead or you'll spend even longer in your cage,” she explained.

“I thought you were going to unlock me later today, Sue?”

“Possibly... but it depends on you behaving yourself.”

“Hmm... I don't seem to have much choice, but I'm trusting you to keep your side of the bargain.”

I put on the lingerie with the stockings, and Sue smiled sweetly at me. “Good man,” she said. “Now go and stand in the corner while I get ready.”

“Why? When's he arriving?”

“A little while yet, but facing the wall will get you in a compliant mood because I want you to act submissively.”

“Not again, Sue! For God's sake, I had to do that with Bill, the market trader.”

“Yes, some of my clientele enjoy that, Dave, so that's what you'll do... if you want to be unlocked tonight.”

oooOOooo

I must have stood facing the wall for half-an-hour before I heard the doorbell ring. “Stay there,” shrieked Sue before scooting downstairs.

A couple of minutes later she returned with Foster. I was dreading his reaction.

“Oh, my God, it's cucky, looking like a total pansy. But scarlet does suit him, Sue,” he remarked, humour evident in his voice.

“Yes, it does. And look, we could be twins.”

I couldn't see what was going on, but I was guessing that Sue had just removed her dressing gown to reveal she was wearing lingerie that matched mine.

“Whoopie!” yelled Foster. “It suits you a fucking sight better than it does cucky!”

“Say hello to Mr Foster, knobhead,” Sue instructed me.

“Er... hello, Mr Foster.”

“Hello, cucky!” he ebulliently replied. “Sue, is he... er... you know... locked up, like you promised?” he enquired, hesitantly.

“See for yourself. Turn around, knobhead.”

“Bloody hell!” Foster screeched, when he saw me face on. “And his crown jewels are on display. How long's he been locked up for?”

“Four days now and he's desperate to be released.”

“Yeah... I can see it in his eyes. They're frantically pleading for release. What a loser!”

“It means he'll be very obliging, if you get my drift.”

He gave Sue a sly smile. “Yes, I do!”

“Do you want waking up, Ted?”

“Er... well, I'm already half-awake seeing him locked up, but it wouldn't hurt, would it?”

“Dave, get down on your knees, you've a job to perform.”

I sensed what Sue was wanting me to do and I gave her a hard stare—it was as defiant a stare as I thought I could get away with. She raised her eyebrows in a quizzical manner while twiddling a key suspended on a gold chain around her neck. It had to be the key to my cage, and if I was to get freed that day then it was in my best interests to do what was asked of me.

Foster had wasted no time slipping down his trousers and boxer shorts and stood in front of me with his penis semi-erect. I dropped down onto my knees and stared at his tool, which was just inches from my face.

“Get on with it, knobhead, we're waiting,” encouraged Sue, with the same indifference she might use were she asking me to make a pot of tea.

I took a deep gulp and unenthusiastically leant forward, taking the end of his dick into my mouth. “Further!” urged Sue, “You can do better than that”.

Hesitantly, I encircled more of his member and very soon I felt it stiffening and then throbbing. It was warm and leaking precum. Foster was getting excited and he took the back of my head, thrusting it back and forth. I could not afford to disappoint Sue, so I accepted Foster's manhood with all the enthusiasm I could muster.

For several minutes, I continued to stimulate him, licking his erection and squeezing it with my lips. I sensed he was getting close to climaxing and I braced myself for the flood. But Sue seemed aware as well and called out, “Stop, Ted! Knobhead's just the warm-up act. I want you inside me!”

Foster seemed disappointed to be denied his orgasm, but he obediently withdrew and turned to Sue, declaring, “Yes, okay... anyway, it's you I want, not this fucking loser.”

“Get in the wardrobe, knobhead,” Sue directed me. As I did so, I saw her positioning herself on the bed. “Ted, now you're fully awake, I need you to get that tongue working to rouse me. Come on, let's be having you.”

My last sight, as I pulled the wardrobe door closed from within, was Sue lying back with her legs spread wide, and Foster falling to his knees to eat her out. My penis was now pulsating agonisingly inside its tiny cage. I was massively aroused, yet powerless to act.

oooOOooo

I seemed to spend ages inside the wardrobe, listening to the action outside. Little was said between Sue and Foster in terms of words I could understand, but there was a lot of mumblings and exclamations. Foster was another of those clients for whom Sue did not set a deadline. As she had told me, he paid well so was entitled to take his time and Sue had no yearning to speed matters up.

A couple of times I heard Sue climax, and I knew those were the result of Foster's oral affections. I wondered why Sue had required me to get him fully aroused—if he was anything like me, just eating Sue out would have caused enormous excitement.

Then I detected movement which I soon worked out from the creaking of the bed meant that Foster had mounted her. The grating and squeaking of the bedframe increased in intensity, as did the grunts and groans from the pair. And then, both yelled out expletives as they simultaneously orgasmed. The movement of the bed continued for a few more seconds and then there was silence, broken only by heavy breathing.

Sue was the first to speak. “Let... let knobhead out of the wardrobe, will you, Ted?” she remarked.

He seemed reluctant to move, but I waited patiently for him to follow instructions. The door was flung open, and he beamed a smile down at me. “Out you get, cucky!”

Foster was completely naked. I looked at his penis, now semi-erect but slimy and dripping fluid. “You're making a mess on my damn carpet!” bawled Sue. (Her carpet?) “You'd best clean him up, knobhead!”

I struggled out of the confines of the wardrobe, staying on my knees. Did Sue really want me to do this? I glanced in her direction and there was twinkle in her eye. I took his dick into my mouth, doing the best I could with my lips and tongue to remove the remains of his ejaculation. It was a job I disliked, but one that would please Sue. As I cleaned him up, so I felt his prick reawakening. I was dreading the worst but luckily Sue interrupted by saying, “Knobhead, now get over here and sort me out as well.”

Remaining on my knees, I wobbled over to the bed and took Sue's pussy in my mouth, sucking up Foster's juices. Her clit was still hypersensitive following her recent orgasm and she took pleasure in me flicking it ever so gently with my tongue.

Foster watched as I got on with the job, remarking, “This is all that cucky's good for, Sue. I hope you're going to keep him permanently locked up.”

“Yeah, that's the intention, Ted. The longer he's locked up, the more attentive he becomes.”

I continued cleaning Sue for a few more minutes, both of us reluctant for me to stop. But stop we had to.

“Go and stand in the corner, knobhead, so Mr Foster can get dressed without you eyeing his gorgeous body,” ordered Sue. “He doesn't want you ogling him. He's not gay.”

I did what she said, listening to pick up anything I could. I heard money being handed over, kisses being exchanged, and then the pair making their way downstairs.

oooOOooo

A few minutes later, Sue returned. “Okay, Dave,” she announced. “You can turn around?”

I stared at her, my eyes pleading that she would show compassion, but her face looked solemn. “So have you been a good boy today?” she gravely asked. “What do you think? Should I release you?” As she said that, she fiddled with the key that hung around her neck.

“I'm sure I did everything you wanted, Sue,” I replied, nervously.

She continued to peer at me, giving nothing away, and then a slight smile flickered across her face, which transitioned into a broad grin. “You were fucking fantastic, Dave,” she claimed. “Let's get you unlocked so you can bed me.”

A minute or so later, I was a free man, my penis standing proudly to attention. A few days of sheer torture had been worth it, and now I could engage in passionate lovemaking.