“So elliot.” said Hannah, once again from our bed as I stood in my corner for morning mindfulness, her sweetly scented panties pressed to the wall with my nose, “Something rather interesting has come up with Mady. We’ll discuss it later today because I want to think about it. However, delightful as your hard little cock was the other night, I want to have you back in your cock cage for a while. Mady will not be renewing her vows for a week or two. So we will not be needing your cock.”
Not the words I wanted to hear; but there is certainly nothing I can do about it. Except submit.
“I have to admit,” said the Lady of the House, “That I have come to prefer you in your cage. It is a very good reminder of your place in this house to have your little cock put away. So go over to the dresser and get your cage. Put it on and I will lock you in.”
I did what I was told. I was a little hard which actually makes putting the cage on a bit easier. So, oddly enough, does my stainless steel ball stretcher because it, rather than my (very full) balls themselves now holds the back ring for the cage in place. I was done in a minute or two and walked to Hannah’s side of the bed. I had the padlock in place and I was holding the keys. Hannah reached out and closed the hasp. As she did she took my balls in the palm of her hand and then closed her fingers. She hefted my balls a couple of times.
“You really are very full. Which is excellent. I think your ball stretcher has actually given them a bit more room. Now give me my keys and off to the shower.”
I did as I was told.