Cum Depot

The rules were clear: if my wife wanted to be milked to orgasm in her chastity cage, she had to collect all of my cum for the next 20 orgasms. Her ass, her mouth—it didn't matter. If a single drop was spilled, we started back at one. She nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I leaned in, slapped her tape-gagged mouth, and grabbed her face, forcing her to look into my eyes. "Now, slave, my dinner won't cook itself. Get moving."

She struggled to her feet, her ankles and wrists chained together, and hobbled toward the kitchen. I watched with satisfaction as my wife, once a independent woman, was now my obedient fuck toy, obsessed with my cock. Her transformation was complete.

It didn't take long for her to rack up the numbers. She was always eager to relieve me, begging to suck my cock at every opportunity. Unfortunately for her, my job as a high-powered attorney kept me away from home more often than not. But she would be there, waiting naked on her knees, her ass presented to me as I walked in the door. I took pleasure in denying her, telling her, "Not tonight, boy. I'm tired." Ever horny, she would offer to relax me with a blowjob.

Her frustration built, and her cock leaked in its cage. I told her I couldn't have her making a mess, so I put her in diapers—24/7. She protested about having to wear them to work and to the gym, afraid someone might see. I asked, "Do you think I care if you get embarrassed, you little cuck bitch?" She put her head down and whispered, "No, Master."

Finally, the day of my 20th orgasm arrived. I could see her anticipation building as I bound her in tight rubber, removing the diaper to expose her pathetic locked cock. She was determined to suck me off, to earn her reward. I sat on the bed in front of her, and she leaned in, starting to suck slowly, teasing me by licking my balls and shaft.

I was enjoying the build-up, but I had other plans. I pushed her back and told her to stay. She looked up at me, confused but eager. I pulled out her muzzle from behind my back, and her eyes widened. Like a good slave, she let me gag her, probably thinking this was part of the game.

I pulled her head back into my sweaty crotch, making her sniff my balls as I stroked my cock above her head. She was making me hotter, her breath and moans driving me wild. I started to talk, "So, the deal is that all my cum has to be deposited in you, right, slut?"

She tried to pull back, realizing something was up. I strengthened my grip, holding her there with her nose in my balls. She started to whimper and beg through the muzzle, her protests muffled. I continued to stroke my fully erect cock, ignoring her pleas.

Muffled nos and protests poured out from behind her gag as I brought myself to the edge. With a final stroke, I blew my load, but not where she expected. I came all over her head, my cum dripping down her face and into her hair. I could feel her sag in defeat, her body slumping as the reality of her failure set in.

I sat up and pulled her face to mine, wiping her head with a towel so she couldn't try to scoop up the cum and eat it. I untied her ankles from her wrists and pulled her onto the bed with me. She laid on my chest, bound and gagged, as I told her she was a great slave and made me very happy. I explained that we would start at one again tomorrow.

She whimpered softly, but I was already drifting off to sleep, knowing that she was truly my property, my cum depot, my everything.