Our relationship wasn't always like this; I dominated at first. As you read about in my first story, Christine used to be my little slut-on-call. I could get a BJ anywhere and anytime. Then came a party about a year ago. I got a little drunk and flirted with her friend. I thought I could get away with it.
I was wrong.
Now, I have to wear a cock cage 24/7. Every Friday of every week, I roll a dice. If I get a 1, I stay locked up, a 2, I get an HJ but when I cum, I am forced to eat all of my sperm. If I get a 3, I get an HJ and I get to cum in the garbage can. If I roll a 4, I get to jack myself off while watching Christine fuck herself with her Rabbit vibrator. If I roll a 5, I get a BJ. However, when I roll a 5, I roll a second time. If I get a 6, she will swallow all of my spunk; anything else and I am forced to drink my sperm from her mouth with a French kiss. If I roll a 6, I get to roll again. If I get another 6, I get to have intercourse with her any how and any way I want it. This can include forcing her to wear whatever I want her to wear, do whatever I want, anything. I am still waiting for that to happen. Here is the worst catch to this game: If I roll a 6 and then re-roll and I get a 1 through 5, Christine is allowed to do whatever she wants with another man and I stay locked up.
"Mmm, Michael, I love your tongue in between my hot little pussy folds! Do you taste that? That is the sperm of a very lucky guy who got to blow his huge wad inside of your beautiful girlfriend! Keep licking me, sweetheart! His balls were enormous! He clearly isn't wearing a cage." She moaned with pleasure after saying this aloud.
Early yesterday morning, before work, we played our dice game. I was so excited because I've been locked up for almost a month and I thought that I might be able to fuck my sexy girlfriend.
I rolled a 6. My heart skipped a beat. I rolled again quickly. A 5. Christine had the biggest smile on her face. She kissed the plastic tip of my poor, locked-up cock. "One more week, little one. Sorry!"