[A Gentle and Lewd Demon]

When Jessica and I married, she was 21 and I was 34. It was

love at first sight; we seemed to have found in each other the unspeakable desires hidden deep within our hearts. Our relationship—especially our sex life—

was strange, intense, and sweet, at least for Jessica.

We lived in New York, where I had inherited about five million dollars from my parents and lived a carefree

life, free from financial worries.

Jessica had an intense attraction for me, like a fallen angel. She had long, silky chestnut

hair, a devilish figure, an angelic face, and a seductive voice. Her feet were delicate and rounded, her meticulously manicured

toenails always painted with pale pink nail polish, and she loved wearing all sorts of beautiful, sexy high heels.

To keep me faithful, Jessica put a chastity belt on me. It was a small metal cage,

perfectly sized for my penis. I could touch my penis through the gaps in the cage, but it was completely unable to reach

orgasm. The cage was secured with a padlock, and the only key was hanging on Jessica's necklace.

It was a little secret, hidden under my coat. Jessica made me wear it 24 hours a day,

only taking it off occasionally when she was tormenting and playing with me.

Whenever she wanted me to struggle on the verge of sexual release, Jessica would take it off, then leave me back

in extreme emptiness and hunger. In fact, this prank of stimulating me to the point of extreme excitement and then cruelly depriving me of orgasm

could be considered the core of our marriage, and the basis of Jessica's sexual pleasure. Jessica had many lovers

outside , indulging in sensual pleasures at will. Afterwards, she would often make me lick clean

the semen from her lovers' vagina, both to humiliate me and to let me know that she enjoyed letting other men release their pent-up desires on her

.

As a husband, my position was not equal to my wife's. I was sexually imprisoned. What

pleased was tormenting me in new ways, the most basic pattern being to bring me to the brink of orgasm and then

reject me. After she was happy, she would treat me very gently. In a sense, Jessica loved me deeply.

If you happened to see us after we were done, you'd think she was a gentle and understanding wife. It's

pathetic that I only got this after being wantonly trampled on by Jessica. Deep down, she seemed to have a

primal need; she needed to humiliate a man she could love and debase, a man who wouldn't threaten her.

Jessica only got sexual and physical excess from her lovers; she was with me because I

was the outlet for some deep-seated desire within her. To put it aptly, she found

a fool who could accept her abuse. She once said I was unlucky to be caught by her. Yes, she could manipulate and

toy with me at will, and I would swallow anything.

I think maybe I owed her something in a past life, or maybe I was bewitched. Any normal man would

leave her without hesitation, but I was obsessed with being enslaved by her. She brought me endless pain and shame,

perhaps that's why she could ride roughshod over me. But no matter what others think, I still

feel very happy.

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Chapter One: The Gentle Temptress

Things weren't always like this. Jessica's changes after our marriage dazzled me. When we were still

discussing our wedding, Jessica told me she had a wish: that I wear a chastity belt. She said she

knew many men hurt women's feelings, and she didn't want me to do that. She also said that once men get

the sexual satisfaction they want, they get bored. She told me that if I truly loved her, I should fulfill her wish

: that I wear a chastity belt from the day we got married, and we wouldn't have sex for three months.

Jessica believed that waiting a while before we had sex would help with commitment and responsibility in the marriage. By delaying

the start of our sexual life and having me wear a chastity belt 24 hours a day, she could trust my loyalty and

responsibility to the marriage. She said three months of abstinence would definitely increase my desire for her, and

when , it would be incredibly passionate and unforgettable. All of this would help ensure the sanctity of our marriage. Only

years later did I learn that the sanctity of our marriage only lasted two hours.

Jessica was always with her close friend Vanessa; they had almost no secrets between them. Vanessa, though

not as beautiful as Jessica, was more aloof and incredibly frivolous. Jessica said they had discussed chastity belts

and told me they both thought it was a good idea.

Although I found Jessica's idea of making me wait three months hard to understand, I accepted it as

a sign my respect and love for her. I figured that since I was going to marry Jessica, the sexiest

woman I had ever seen, waiting three months, though difficult, would ultimately be worthwhile.

During that time, Jessica would often open it to let me relax. Whenever that happened, she would allow me to

rub my penis against her wet, slippery vulva. The difference between us was that she always managed to orgasm, while I had to

hold back. Jessica often said, "Men are all overindulgent. Now, by controlling your orgasm, I'm teaching you self-

control and letting you experience how wonderful a simple embrace can be." So each time, she would arouse me first, and then

not allow me to release. We discovered that after rubbing against Jessica's honeypot, we needed ice packs to

calm my extremely swollen penis and discolored eggs before putting me back in the cage. Once back in the

cage , Jessica would usually reach orgasm through masturbation or by having me perform oral sex on her. She said that her orgasm and

my withdrawal would make our sex life more equal, because women usually have fewer sexual experiences than men, and

I had so many more years of adult life than her, so her orgasm and my withdrawal would put us on a more

equal footing. I didn't understand what she meant, but I

happily .

During that time, Jessica was very gentle with me, almost like a little bird clinging to me. Especially after each teasing/

rejection ended and she locked me back in, she would be particularly gentle. She would hug me, kiss my face, and say:

"I'm so sorry. It hurts to see you disappointed. Poor husband! But three months

will pass quickly, and then you can have me as many times as you want, for as long as you want! I promise,

it'll all be worth it." 』

Shortly before the three-month period was about to expire, after she teased and then rejected me, Jessica

said very gently, "Are you angry with me for not letting you orgasm for so long?" "

No. I understand. Besides, it's only been three months, it's not like I'll never orgasm again!"

Jessica laughed. "That's too cruel! Think about it, never being allowed to orgasm! That's too perverted." "

Three months, I can wait, if it means we can have normal sex afterward." "

Of course, it'll be fine once the period is up, then we can do it all day long, see how many times you want it! You're

really not angry?" "

Yes, not angry. I believe you have your reasons. If I know something that will make you happy,

I'll do it no matter what."

We chatted while Jessica stroked her clitoris until she orgasmed.

This scene repeated itself many times during the first three months of our marriage. Jessica was very gentle with me,

and she seemed very clingy. Despite this, she never relaxed the commandment of "no orgasm."

Finally, the date we agreed upon arrived. I thought I could finally be free, that we would make our marriage stronger after a

passionate night, and that I could finally

break free from the vulnerability caused by my long period of abstinence.

Jessica looked incredibly sexy that night, wearing a short black evening gown and black 9-centimeter heels.

This was the 'first time' Jessica had promised me, and I was trembling with anticipation.

Just as we were about to begin, the phone rang. It was Vanessa. She told Jessica that one of their

sisters seemed to be experiencing some emotional setback, and I could only wait patiently. I heard Jessica talk about our

ritual that night, and her words sent a chill down my spine.

"Oh, Vanessa, I'd like to hear your opinion. You know, tonight I'm removing Andrew's little cage

so he can have sex with me for the first time since our marriage. I promised Andrew I'd allow him to have his

first orgasm in three months tonight. But after hearing about Doug cheating on Kelly, I'm having some

reservations ." "Do you think I should let Andrew have sex with me and bring him to orgasm, or should we postpone it a bit?"

I was incredulous. What was Jessica up to now? Jessica hadn't finished her call, and I didn't dare interrupt

her. I hoped Vanessa wouldn't come up with anything bad, but I'd heard about her character.

"I'm sorry, Andrew," Jessica finally hung up. "You have to wait another nine months before I

allow you to have sex and orgasm. Vanessa thinks that if you start having normal sex with me, you won't

cherish me anymore, and you'll end up like Doug, cheating on me. She says we should wait a year

and see if you're still truly faithful to me by then. Kelly's situation makes me very sad, and I feel very

uncertain about our marriage."

Jessica gently kissed my cheek.

"You understand, right? I'm doing this for your own good! By not letting you have sex or

orgasm , you'll appreciate me more after a year and be more responsible for our marriage. Are you angry with me?"

Jessica said in her softest voice.

"I'm not angry, but I don't completely understand."

I felt utterly crushed, my shoulders slumped. But I just couldn't refuse

Jessica . Whatever she wanted, I couldn't refuse. Being with her was like being under a spell, completely unable

to resist her control.

Jessica pulled me down onto the bed, and she began massaging her clitoris. Watching my beautiful and charming

wife caress me, my penis stubbornly swelled up inside. I rested my head on Jessica's lap

, watching her draw circles on her clitoris with her middle finger. Jessica's breathing became increasingly rapid, and a few minutes later

she reached a long orgasm. After a shy moan, Jessica stopped, lying quietly, savoring

the afterglow of her orgasm.

After a long time, she opened her eyes.

"You're really not angry with me?" "

Yes. I understand you."

"Great. You're so understanding!" Jessica giggled.

"Poor husband." "Because another man betrayed his wife, he can't have sex with her or have

an orgasm, he has to wait a whole year! Poor husband." Jessica laughed wildly.

She kept kissing my face tenderly. "It's no big deal, just another six months. By

our first wedding anniversary, you can have sex with me, as many times as you want, as many times as you want to ejaculate,

whenever you want. Poor husband, this time my dream almost came true. I was going to let you

out and have sex with you to your heart's content. If Vanessa hadn't called... if she had called later,

you might be on top of me right now, panting as you insert your little brother into my vagina. But now, you're

burning with desire, but you can only lie obediently beside me, your little penis locked in an iron cage. Poor husband,

poor husband."

Jessica laughed, like an innocent little girl. She lightly licked my cheek, and my lower body immediately reacted,

I felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"Do you still want it so much now?" "

Yes, you know."

"Poor thing! Just a little bit short, such bad luck. But it's only a nine-month delay,

so it's not too bad. I feel really bad for you. So, I want to give you some emotional

comfort . I can let you kiss my butt, I don't know if you'll like it."

"I like it, you know." "

Very good."

Jessica rolled over, knelt on the bed, and raised her buttocks high. I climbed behind her. She turned her head slightly,

watching me kiss her buttocks. At first, I gently kissed her anus, then I filled it with

deep kisses of infinite adoration. Jessica spoke to me while letting me kiss her anus.

"Poor husband! You almost came! Oh, it's okay, there's always next time. I know

it's painful, but I like to see your disappointed look, which seems wrong." The humiliation in Jessica's words grew stronger, subtly provoking me. I kissed and licked Jessica's anus

more and more passionately .

Amid Jessica's humiliation, I passionately and obsequiously sucked on her small, pink anus.

“I mean, I have to admit, tonight was really fun! At least for me. It’s good this way,

after a whole year and one day without being able to have sex with my wife or ejaculate, you’ll really appreciate me. You should

thank me. Three months isn’t nearly enough, darling, right? Don’t you think it’s better to wait a year instead of

three?”

My mouth temporarily left Jessica’s anus. “Yes, I think so. I believe waiting

a year would be better.” I quickly put my mouth back on Jessica’s asshole.

“I’m so glad you agree with me! You think, at least you can still lick my asshole often. Other

husbands can have sex with their wives anytime, but you have countless opportunities to lick your wife’s asshole! Some people are just so

lucky!” Jessica laughed.

My face spent a few more wonderful seconds under Jessica’s jade buttocks, then Jessica used the back of her hand to

brush my head away and rolled over to lie down. “I’m tired. Time to sleep.” Jessica said with a girlish emphasis.

“I’m not tired at all.” "I'm not quite resigned to it.

Poor little husband! I don't think being rejected by my wife and having to wait a year is tiring. But I just

had an orgasm! Hmm, I'm tired." Jessica stretched. "Sleep, sleep." She

licked my face like a child licking ice cream.

"Poor little husband, you have to wait nine months to make love. That's a year without an orgasm! No doubt,

you 're a little angry. But that's all he is when he's angry, poor little husband. So close,

yet so...so far away! But he did get to lick his wife's sweet little asshole, so he

should be too sad. In just nine months, you can make love with your beautiful and sexy wife, just nine months!

Hmm... Your wife is so...sexy, she's worth the wait! It's not like your wife will never let you make love again.

" Jessica chuckled.

"Oh, okay, time to sleep! Goodnight, little husband! Just nine months." Jessica kissed my

cheek , turned over, and quickly fell asleep. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

Chapter Two: An Unforgettable Anniversary

Nine months later, it was my long-awaited first wedding anniversary. Jessica said that our

marriage would be elevated starting tonight. My little brother had been imprisoned for a year, and I still

hadn't had . Tonight was the night she had promised; I could make love with my beautiful and sexy wife until dawn. The past

year had felt like an eternity.

In these past few months, I had noticed a subtle change in Jessica's personality and her attitude towards me.

In the early days of our marriage, Jessica was incredibly gentle with me. Although she had never given me any sexual intimacy, she seemed

very guilty about it and cared a lot about my feelings.

But since that night three months ago, Jessica had started to change. Although she was still often gentle with me,

she had gradually become arrogant and domineering. In the past, Jessica always apologized for suppressing my sexual needs, but

now she seemed increasingly complacent, as if it were her due. In the past, she teased and rejected me to confirm my

infatuation with her; now it was to toy with me. Jessica now always treats me with contempt, mocking my

normal sexual needs as utterly foolish. Every time I express a desire to have sex with her, she becomes impatient. I

feel as if I've encountered two Jessicas: one gentle and kind, worried about hurting her husband; the other arrogant and self-important,

relentlessly humiliating, ridiculing, and degrading me in increasingly hurtful ways.

Jessica wore a sheer black nightgown—I'd never seen her wear it before—black high-heeled

slippers, and dark red lipstick. She lay on the bed, telling me to undress and beckoning me over with her finger. I lay down

beside her, and she pulled me onto her, my manhood pressed against her honeypot.

"Well, tonight is your big night, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Time flies, tonight will be unforgettable! Are you ready?"

"I've been ready for a whole year!"

"Yes, absolutely." "A year has passed, time flies. Oh, tonight our bed will witness some

passionate sex!" Jessica smiled mysteriously.

"Should I open my cage? I feel like I've been waiting too long." "

What's the rush, darling? You've waited so long, a little longer won't hurt." Jessica

smiled mysteriously at me again. Her tongue gently caressed my face—she always used this trick to arouse me. Soon

, my face was covered in Jessica's saliva, and my penis was rock

hard . I was incredibly excited. I knew that in a little while I would be free, and then I could make love with my fiery wife,

reaching my first orgasm in a year of marriage. I was completely aroused.

"Can I open the cage now, please? I'm dying to make love with you. I've been suffering for a whole year,

I'm going crazy."

Jessica smiled and licked my lips. "Hmm, I've thought a lot, Andrew,

a lot of things." "There's a saying, 'The less trouble, the better,' have you heard it, Andrew?"

I nodded.

"Here's the thing. I think I've gotten used to postponing. I think I'm starting to enjoy teasing and rejecting you.

I enjoy being in a superior position in our relationship. I like putting you in a sexually

aroused predicament, I like making you grovel and beg for the pitiful privilege of licking my ass. I like

every part of my body making you incredibly craving. Forcing you to abstain like this turns my body into an incredibly powerful

weapon, and then I use it against you. I like how just licking your face can make you writhe with desire like

a lump of mud. I especially like the look on your face when I'm aroused and then turn over to sleep. And

the longer you haven't had sex, the more interesting your expression becomes."

"So... what are you saying, Jessica?"

Jessica giggled. "I'm saying, I wasn't planning on letting you out of your cage tonight.

I'm saying, I wasn't planning on letting you fuck me tonight." "I'm saying, I'm not planning to give you an orgasm tonight."

"But you promised me!"

"I know, but I've changed my mind. I never promise not to change my mind!" "

But...it's been a year."

"I know, but teasing you and then kicking you away is just too much fun! I like being with you."

"Let's play this little game. You're my little husband, my little toy to amuse me. Whenever I'm

unhappy , I can tease you and reject you. I think no matter how bad my day is, you'll be

even worse off than me because you're unhappy all the time. I like it. I'll never

get tired of tormenting you like this! That's why I'm extending this. Okay, let's stop now. Let's just consider what we did as a warm-up. You

haven't had sex for a whole year, so your hunger must have reached a new level, which is very exciting for me! We

've overcome so many difficulties to get to where we are today, we can't give up halfway!"

"Then... when can I have an orgasm?" "

I'll make you have an orgasm in a year. Just one year. It doesn't need to be any longer, because it's

unimaginable . By then, I'll definitely be tired of this game. I'm sure I'll get tired of treating you like this. So

you'll definitely have an orgasm in a year, I promise! Just one year, it's not like you're never allowed to have an orgasm!"

Jessica gently licked my face. “There’s something else we need to discuss.”

“What is it?”

“Well, although I orgasm frequently, and, you know, it really is, usually twice a day

, it’s not enough. I need to have sex. I feel like I need to truly feel a man’s penis deeply penetrating my

body. I need to feel the masculine power invading my depths, so that I feel more feminine.

I know it’s not your fault, but I just have this feeling, I have to have sex. But since you

’re locked in a cage, I can’t have sex with you, right? So, I’ve decided that from now on, you need to know that

I’m going to sleep with other men. But don’t worry, it’s just sex, I won’t get emotional. I just need to

be fucked by men, constantly fucked. That way I won’t have to wait listlessly for the day you open the cage.

Now you understand? I’m talking about finding lovers, starting tonight!”

“What?”

“Remember when I said our bed would witness some hot sex tonight? Oh, I was

n’t the two of us, I was talking about Daniel and me.” "He's the trainer at my usual gym, he's amazing,

I bet he could go all night! He'll be here at 10:00, and then we're going to fuck for an hour and a half."

Jessica licked my face insultingly. I was instantly aroused. Seeing me like this, Jessica

giggled .

"Poor husband! Things aren't going quite as you expected tonight, are they?"

I nodded. "You're going to let other men sleep with you?" "

Yes. I'm going to let other men fuck me. I'm going to spread my legs for other men, I'm going to

spread my pussy for him so he can penetrate me as deep as possible, I'm going to let other men fill me with their cocks,

make me feel like a woman! I'm so excited! Your mini-cock is locked up, so it's

useless . I need real men to fuck me. And since I've devalued your manhood so much,

I have no choice but to fuck other men."

Jessica licked me again.

“Tonight, a new chapter in our marriage begins. From tonight onward, I will

sleep , while you grow increasingly horny! From now on, I will have sex every week, while you

struggle in the torment of unfulfilled desire. What’s even more interesting is that the more I see you struggle in this torment

, the more aroused I become; the more aroused I become, the more I will sleep with other men; and the more I sleep with other men, the more you will struggle in this torment of unfulfilled

desire . It’s a vicious cycle.”

Jessica continued, “And, given that our wedding bed is open to other men, I’ve decided to make some necessary adjustments

to our lifestyle.” Jessica removed her wedding ring from the ring finger of her left hand.

“This keeps some men away. So, I think it’ll have to go back to my jewelry box. Do you

understand , my dear husband?” I nodded.

“Very good. Now let’s prepare so you can observe Daniel and me having sex.” Jessica led

me to the closet, opened the door, and told me to kneel inside and be quiet. Then, as if remembering something, she

found something in a drawer—a gag. Jessica shoved it into my mouth and tightened

it.

"Okay, just stay in there comfortably and don't make any noise. Because I might be here for a long time.

Okay, enjoy this live porn scene."

Jessica leaned down and kissed my cheek, then closed the closet door. Darkness enveloped me.

Although I couldn't see Jessica and Daniel, I could hear their voices very clearly. For the next

two hours, Jessica moaned and screamed with unrestrained pleasure. The sounds of my wife having sex with another man

tormented me endlessly for a long time until they finally calmed down. Half an hour later, I heard Jessica see

Daniel out of the house.

Then, Jessica immediately returned and opened the closet door. She went back to bed, spread her legs, and

beckoned to lie down next to her. She looked even sexier.

Jessica's face was filled with satisfied euphoria as she gently kissed my cheek. "Mmm, Daniel fucked me so well

! His cock is so hard and so big! Completely different from your miniature one! He fucked me so deep!

I feel like a woman again."

Jessica said, licking my cheek and earlobe.

"You know what, I've just figured out some things about our relationship. I no longer feel like your

wife. I feel like your nanny! It's true, that's why things have turned out this way. Your

cock is so small, it's probably bigger than a child's. I feel like a sadistic nanny bullying a child."

Jessica got up and opened my cage. "Poor little thing! Another year without sex.

You must feel incredibly disappointed." "

Yes! It's awful."

"Poor little thing! Well, I'll make it up to you." Jessica

bent her supple waist, slowly bringing her bright red lips closer to my penis.

After deliberately delaying for a moment, Jessica pursed her lips and took my glans into her mouth, giving it a deep kiss. My penis became

rock hard. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds, and I felt so happy I was about to faint. Suddenly,

Jessica stopped. She turned around, rummaged through the bedside table, pulled out a lollipop, and eagerly put it in her mouth.

"Oh, cherry flavor! My favorite flavor."

Jessica held up the lollipop, licking and sucking it. She lay flat on her back, pulling me onto her.

"I can't believe I found this! This is terrible. I was just about to give you a hot blowjob!

But I like lollipops. I like licking lollipops more than licking your poor little dick! But

anyway, tonight isn't your night, am I right?"

Jessica giggled, licking the lollipop in front of me. I lay on top of her,

my hard little dick pressed against her recently penetrated honeypot.

"Your little dick is so hard and small, it's so cute. I like it, I can make it hard for me anytime,

and then let it go soft without even letting it go anywhere. It's so cute. Cute little dick, where are you going?"

Jessica giggled like a little girl. "Poor little dick!" "Locked in its cage all day,

never given a chance to vent, never felt the delicious juice of my wife's pussy. Poor little cock!"

Jessica licked the lollipop and my face alternately. "You're such a wimp, Andrew. Look

what you've made me do to you! You should be ashamed of yourself! Your wife is in your bedroom, in front of you,

sleeping with another man, and then she deprives you of an orgasm, only giving your little cock a light kiss for 10 seconds! Tell me

what kind of man you are? Huh?"

"But I did everything you told me to!"

"That's what annoys me, Andrew. You're such a wimp, you do whatever I tell you to do

."

"Will you allow me to orgasm next year?" I asked timidly.

"Hmm~, who knows, I guess so. How boring. I'm not really your wife anymore, I'm your

little aunt."

Jessica finished the lollipop, got up, and locked the small iron cage over my little cock. She licked

my face like she was licking ice cream , speaking in a tone like a little girl's baby talk.

"Poor wimp! Never had an orgasm since getting married!

Is your little cock suffering?" "Yes, it's extremely uncomfortable."

"Poor little cock! Never felt comfortable! Is the husband angry with his beautiful wife now?"

"I'm not angry with you, I understand."

"Wow, really? The wife loves to torment her husband. From now on, the wife will sleep with other

men , is the husband angry?"

"No, I understand."

"Great! The wife likes to hide her husband in the closet and watch her have sex with other men. The husband will see many

men coming to fuck his wife. Does the husband's balls feel a little sore?"

"Yes, sore and swollen!" "Poor thing! The wife likes to make the husband's balls swell and hurt

! The husband's balls are full of

the semen , but the wife just likes to let the husband's balls continue to swell and hurt!" "Poor little eggs, all they get is pain,

that's their only task! Poor little eggs!"

Jessica licked my face like she was mopping the floor.

"Poor little husband, he didn't even get to lick his wife's asshole tonight!"

"Yes." "

Yes. Husband got nothing tonight! But next year, husband will be free! Just

wait another year. Husband, do you love your wife?"

"Yes, you know I love you, I love you to the point of prostration. Wife, do you love your husband?" "

Wife, you love to tease your husband! Wife, you love to hurt your husband! Wife, you love to tease and then reject your husband!"

"Oh..." "

Okay, I'm exhausted! Time to sleep. Sweet dreams!"

Jessica licked me one last time, then turned over and fell asleep. Chapter Three: Green Hat

"Tonight I'm going to make love with Paul, and I want you to dress me up beautifully, for Paul."

Jessica was radiant. Jessica has many lovers, sleeping with three or four of them every week, with Paul being

her favorite. He's a successful businessman, tall and handsome. Jessica

met him a few months ago, and now they date regularly, more and more frequently. He knows about our marital situation and

has said it's very interesting.

"I'm going to take a bath," Jessica says. Before Jessica's rendezvous with her lovers, we usually do

some preparation. I bathe her, help her get ready, and if she decides to have sex with them in our bedroom, Jessica

will help me put on some humiliating clothes.

Jessica soaks in the bubbly bathtub, handing me a sponge; my job is to scrub her. I

lather the sponge with soap and begin. Jessica stretches out her legs, and I gently

wash her from her toes down her thighs. Jessica lies comfortably half-reclined, letting me wash every inch of her skin. She turns and raises

her buttocks for me to wash, her buttocks incredibly sexy in the water. I gently washed along her buttocks, lightly

cleansing her beautiful anus. After washing, Jessica stepped out of the bathtub and stretched gracefully. I

dried her with a towel, leaving no trace of water.

Jessica lay down on the bed. Before each tryst, she always asked me to manicure her toenails. I found her favorite

dark red one, took out a silk cord, and knelt before her feet. I placed the cord between her toes,

painted her nails with nail polish, and then gently dried them.

Jessica told me to lie down beside her. "Come, put your birdcage on my pussy, let's talk for a while."

I gently placed the birdcage against her beautiful nest.

"In a little while, another man will be putting his cock into your wife's pussy, and you must

feel terrible knowing that. I mean, usually, a wife's pussy is a sacred forbidden zone that only her husband is allowed to enter, where the closest and most secret relationship between husband and wife

is maintained . But for you, it's completely different." " For you, your wife's

vagina isn't your forbidden territory, but a place that degrades you, banishes you, and brings you shame. Other

men will soon be satisfying your wife, which will surely arouse your lewd and depraved desires." Jessica kissed my face and

began to gently lick it.

"You can't satisfy your wife; she has to fuck other men to find satisfaction, and you must feel incredibly ashamed.

It's not just that your wife has deprived you of the right to satisfy her; in fact, we all know you're incapable of satisfying her.

Your penis is like a little boy's; your wife won't even let you try once."

Jessica licked my face with even more audacity. "I mean, you, my husband, for over a year

, you let your wife refuse to have sex with you, then let her forever deprive you of orgasms, let her tell you

you have to be locked in a metal cage. You let your wife treat you so cruelly, you let your wife manipulate you, reject you, and humiliate you

like this , without even the slightest resistance! Now you even trim your wife's

toenails, bathe her, dress her to meet your sexiest rival, helping your wife

cuckold ! What kind of man are you?"

Her words felt like magic to me. Jessica continued kissing and licking my face.

"How could you let me treat you like this? No sex, no orgasms, your wife relentlessly

cuckolding , and you haven't had an orgasm for over a year! I guess you deserve this fate. Any

man who allows his wife to treat him like this without resistance doesn't deserve respect. I want you to know that I have absolutely no respect for you,

not even a little bit." As she said this, Jessica looked directly into my eyes.

"I despise you completely." "I only despise you, my spineless, fake husband." Jessica

kissed me gently again. "You're a spineless, indecisive, pathetic little cocky fake husband. As I watch you

endure my filthy, wicked humiliation, I seem to see my respect for you dwindling. Now I only

see you as a pathetic, fake husband. What real man in the world helps his wife prepare to

have sex with other men? What real man lets his wife tell him he can't have an orgasm, not even once? What

real man allows his wife to forbid him from having sex with her? I think only fake men would accept those things.

Such a person can't arouse me. You're just a lapdog. Yes, dogs like to lick. Licking is

the only sex I allow you to have. You can't arouse me, you disgust me. The funny thing is—bad luck—

the more disgusted you are, the more I like to punish you, humiliate you, and hurt you. This is the trajectory of your downfall. Now,

go to my pussy."

I crawled back between Jessica's legs. "

You can kiss my pussy gently. I want to be wet inside when I see Paul."

I gently kissed Jessica's beautiful honeypot. "

Hmm, warm up your wife's pussy for someone else's cock, make your wife's pussy wet so that someone else

's cock can fuck it. Kiss this treasure that humiliates you, tortures you, castrates you."

I kissed Jessica's increasingly wet honeypot even more passionately. The more she humiliated me, the more I wanted to kiss her.

"Worship my primary female characteristics, worship my female core, worship the altar you

sacrificed . Don't forget that another man will soon put his cock into where your tongue is now;

remember that this man can make your wife feel fulfilled and satisfied; remember that your wife has to

go to this man to find the feeling of being a woman; remember that you helped your wife dress up sexy and seductive so that she could seduce other

men ."

Jessica let me kiss her petals for another 10 minutes. Then she got up and took out an object. It was also

a chastity belt, a much crueler one. It was called a KTB, a sinister thing. Its outer surface

was a tube filled with fine metal spikes, used to fasten around the penis. If there was no erection, there was

no problem; once the wearer became erect, the spikes would immediately take effect, pressing against the penis.

The stronger the erection, the deeper the spikes pierced, and the greater the wearer's pain. With it, Jessica turned my

infatuation into a weapon against myself.

"You'd better get ready!" Jessica chuckled, unlocking the iron cage on my body, and immediately slipped

the KTB onto my penis and locked it.

"Because your thing is too small to be of any use, forcing your wife to seek pleasure with other men,

I'm going to punish you. From now on, every time I have sex with another man, I'll have to use it for you."

Jessica bent down and planted a deep kiss on the tip of my glans. I was instantly aroused, the KTB causing

unbearable pain that made me shiver. Jessica giggled.

"Oh, poor little thing. Your situation is so pitiful! The more excited you get, the more you hurt

yourself ; the happier you are, the more you suffer! Your husband can't even get a moment's peace, can he?"

Jessica pressed a deeper kiss to the head of my penis and looked at my face contorted in pain. Jessica giggled again

.

"Time to change!" Jessica said.

Jessica took out her clothes for the evening from the closet and began to dress. She put her hair up in a bun, wore a

short cocktail dress, black stockings, and sexy black three-inch heels, with a ribbon around her neck.

Jessica lightly sprayed perfume and applied red lipstick. She looked dazzling, breathtaking, and

incredibly sexy.

"I'll have dinner with Paul first, then go to his house. When I get back, I'll allow you to clean up for me." Jessica

never uses condoms during sex, and after sleeping with other men, she always tries to

be , so "cleaning up" becomes my inescapable responsibility.

Jessica pushed me to kneel down and straddled my face. "I want you to smell it hard to make sure the scent

is pleasant." She straddled my face, lowering her skirt to cover my head. I pressed my nose against her honey pot.

The scent was fragrant and intoxicating. I reported this to her.

Jessica walked to the door, placed her hands on the door, and stuck out her buttocks towards me.

"Come here, smell my asshole to make sure it's ready and smells fresh and good."

I pressed my nose against her buttocks and inhaled deeply. The scent of Jessica's anus was a mixture of fragrance and a slight odor,

smelling incredibly wonderful, and I was intoxicated by it. I really wanted to kiss it, but without Jessica's permission,

I dared not.

"Alright, is the scent fresh? I don't need you to hand me a 200-page report explaining how much you

want to kiss my asshole, I'm only interested in whether it's clean." "

It smells wonderful, and it's very clean, Jessica." "

Very good."

Jessica turned around and made me stand up. She was about to leave, but after seeing my penis, she

seemed to want to give me one last painful experience before leaving. Jessica bent down and kissed the glans again, then

gently licked it from tip to tip with her tongue. My penis immediately swelled and throbbed with blood, the metallic spikes piercing...

She entered my penis. I convulsed in pain, and Jessica giggled again. "Oh, poor little guy.

Every time I try to please you, I end up hurting you! What a pitiful husband. Okay, calm down, wait for

me to come home. Goodbye!"

Jessica left.

Chapter 3

Four hours later, Jessica returned. She quickly took off her clothes and lay down on the bed. A happy smile

graced gestured for me to lie on top of her. Jessica spread her legs, and I carefully positioned my penis, locked in a KTB

lock, next to her thighs.

"I want you to know that my orgasm just now gave me a satisfaction I've never felt before. Paul's penis was so hard,

so thick, so manly. The way he fucked me was so, so, so powerful. He's always so

manly . When he's inside me, I feel so incredibly feminine."

Jessica closed her eyes, seemingly still savoring the pleasure. The dreamy expression on her face suggested that

she felt Paul's penis was still inside her. She paused for a moment, then opened her eyes.

"Oh, where was I? Ah, about Paul's big cock." Jessica started kissing my face.

"What's wrong? You seem unhappy. Is it because another man satisfied

your wife in the way I forbid you to use? Is that bothering you?" Jessica started licking.

"You should be grateful that someone satisfied your wife. You're pathetic. Don't think I'd be

satisfied with your tiny cock—even though we used to. A cock like yours is only fit for me to use as

a plaything for occasional amusement."

Jessica gazed into my eyes. "I can't weigh which I prefer: having Paul's giant cock

thrust deep inside me, or knowing you're heartbroken to see your wife being fucked by another man. I think I

prefer the latter; I think I'd rather know what kind of torment you're going through. I like

being with you in this moment of sadness, right now you're heartbroken because your wife likes to cheat on you. Yes, I believe

cheating on you makes me happier than having Paul fuck me."

Jessica's kiss softened again. "Now you can lick Paul's semen clean from inside my pussy. "

I

crawled between Jessica's legs, my face pressed against her beautiful honey pot. I gently kissed Jessica's

petals, which had just been ravaged. The scent there was a mixture of fragrance and saltiness. I kissed it softly, then licked

Jessica's clitoris.

"Mmm, that feels good."

I parted her petals with my lips, my tongue probing into her freshly plucked clitoris. Jessica spread her legs

wider , opening herself up to me. I hadn't been at it long when Jessica pulled me onto her,

face to face with me again. I was confused, because my cleaning had only just begun.

Jessica spoke to me in a girlish tone. Every time she did this, it meant something particularly

wicked was about to happen. "Poor little husband, his beautiful wife is sleeping with another man, and he has to

lick all the sticky filth his rival ejaculated inside her vagina."

Jessica inserted her right index finger deep into her vagina, then held the semen-covered finger up to her eyes. She

examined it for a moment. "Is husband hungry?"

I shook my head and answered decisively, "No."

"I think husband is hungry. Look, I left you some fine cream sauce. Lick my finger clean."

Jessica held her finger to my lips and then put it in my mouth. I obediently licked her finger clean.

"Hmm, so obedient. Does the husband feel sad because his wife wants another man instead of him?"

I nodded.

"The wife went to be fucked by another man and had so many orgasms; but the husband has to not

fuck his wife or let her orgasm for two years in a row. Doesn't the husband feel particularly lost? Doesn't the husband feel particularly

sad and sorrowful ?" "

I nodded.

'Poor husband.' Jessica dipped her finger in Luo's semen again.

'Is the husband jealous of his wife's new lover? Does the wife like other men's penises touching her vagina but won't let her husband do it

? Does the husband feel sad about this?'

I nodded.

'Poor husband.' Jessica put her semen-covered finger in my mouth and giggled.

'Hmm, see, the husband likes the taste of his wife's lover's semen, right?'

I shook my head.

'Poor husband. Poor, sad, lonely, heartbroken, cuckolded husband. If I had

n't saved these good things for you, you wouldn't have had the chance to perform tonight. You see, I always remember your

importance.' Jessica dipped her finger in semen again.

'Poor husband only has two things to eat: his wife's lover's semen and his wife's pretty little asshole. Most husbands don't need to eat

these things. But you, you have to eat them all the time.'" " What kind of

husband are you?"

"I don't know." I think I was telling the truth.

"Oh, you're capable of answering better. Tell me what kind of husband you are. I want to hear!"

"I don't know what you want me to say." "

What kind of husband would be with a wife who won't let him have sex with her or have an orgasm? What kind of husband

would allow his wife to make him clean her asshole and her vagina filled with other men's semen with his mouth? What kind of husband is that?

" "...Poor husband...?"

"Improvement. 'Poor husband'! Correct answer, this is a reward." Jessica put her finger in my

mouth.

"You see, you always get a reward whenever you demean yourself and humiliate yourself to amuse your wife! Isn't

that good? Lucky husband!"

Jessica dipped a finger in her honey pot and held it up to me like a tamer holding

a bone to a puppy.

"Tell me what kind of husband lets his wife ride on his head every moment? What kind of husband would rush to do whatever his

lewd wife says—no matter how terrible, how vulgar, how cruel?"

What kind of husband is only allowed to lick his wife's anus, and only when his wife is interested in humiliating him?

What kind of husband is that? Tell me, I want to hear it!

"Poor, cowardly, useless husband. A cuckolded, spineless husband. A husband 100% under the tyranny of his promiscuous

wife ...?" "

That's right! Another reward for you!" Jessica put her finger in my mouth, and I licked it clean.

"That's it! No more prizes. How awful! Let's look at the husband's testicles. I want to see

how they are now."

I stood by the bed so Jessica could examine them. She leaned closer for a closer look.

"Look, why are they bluish-purple?! They're so cute! Most men's testicles don't need to turn bluish-purple,

right?"

I nodded.

"Paul's testicles aren't bluish at all. They seem happier than yours. The husband's testicles look so...

lost so...lonely. I guess they must be very lonely because they can't do anything. They're laid off! Yes,

laid off!" Jessica laughed to herself.

"Don't you think that's particularly interesting?" "I think it's more fun for me than for you. Oh, I think

not having an orgasm for years is affecting your sense of humor. If I can't make fun of you, our marriage is completely

worthless."

Jessica looked at KTB.

"I forgot you're still wearing this filthy thing."

"Could you take it off, please? I think I've been punished enough tonight," I said.

Jessica returned to her usual tone. "Oh, no, not enough. I'll tell you when it's enough.

Come on, let's have some fun."

Jessica pulled me onto her. "Rubbing me with this on will be fun!"

I started rubbing Jessica's pussy, trying to get my penis in contact with Jessica's petals while avoiding

the metal tube touching her delicate and sensitive pussy. As I rubbed against Jessica's honey pot, my penis quickly

became erect and caused increasing pain. Jessica looked intently at the pained expression on my face. When my

face contorted, she started giggling. She said in the most lewd tone, "I was just trying

to make you happy. See, you never like it when I try to make you happy. I don't know why I'm so nice to you."

Jessica turned her back and lay down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Jessica, I'm sorry. It hurts so much when I get an erection with that thing on."

Jessica turned slightly, still in that tone. "No matter what I do, your words are

like farts. I'm tired and sleepy. Cuckolding you has exhausted me."

Whenever Jessica spoke to me in this wicked tone, it immediately had a strange effect on me. It

always made me hopelessly want to kiss her anus.

"Jessica, can I kiss your anus? Please."

"You're so despicable, you know that?! I spent the whole night having sex with other men while I put that

horrible thing on you that bites you when it's erect, then I made you eat your lover's semen, and then I made you humiliate yourself for my pleasure. And now you

want to kiss my anus?" "You disgust me, you know?"

Jessica turned away again, her face turned away from me.

"Because you dared to ask me to take that thing off, you're not allowed to kiss my asshole. But you can kiss

my butt for a little while."

I knelt on the bed and crawled to Jessica's jade buttocks, bending down to bring my lips close to her jade buttocks, gently and reverently

kissing Jessica's two buttocks. I was so close to Jessica's cute little anus, I

stared at . Although Jessica wouldn't allow me to kiss her asshole, I still kissed her jade buttocks with the same deep affection.

After about three minutes, Jessica slapped me across the face with the back of her hand and chased me away.

"Enough, God! You're such a filthy fake man. I don't understand how I can stand it, really."

I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Jessica. She was still facing away from me. After a while, she turned to look at me

and said: "That's funny. I just realized that Paul's dick stayed in my pussy longer than yours." “I

mean, you know, I mean those short periods before we got married. Not only does he keep his dick

inside , but you can never beat him! Isn’t that funny? I find it very funny!”

I didn’t answer.

“Oh, I guess that’s ironic for you. Things will always be like that for you. Well, sweet dreams, my

poor, spineless husband.”

Chapter Four: The Second Anniversary

Today is our second wedding anniversary.

For the past two years since our marriage, I’ve had a beautiful, sexy wife but haven’t been allowed to have sex with her. Although

Jessica had promised tonight, I still wasn’t sure. Besides, if my wish didn’t come true tonight,

I would have to endure another year of agonizing waiting.

Jessica called to me from the bedroom.

She lay naked on our bed, wearing black 9-centimeter heels, one hand on

her mons pubis, her red-painted clitoris. “I bet you know

what kind of day this is.” "Two years have passed. It's time for me to give you a moment of pleasure. You've finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel.

When was the last time you put your penis inside me?"

"February 14, 1994." "

Hmm. That was the day before our wedding. When was the last time you ejaculated?"

"Also February 14, 1994."

Jessica's fingers slowly drew circles on her clitoris. "Huh? That was two years

ago ! Time flies, at least that's how it feels. The last time I had sex was only a few hours ago

. You must find it ridiculous. Marrying such a 100% sexy woman, yet being 100%

deprived of your sexuality, I think you married a bad woman. I think I warned you about that."

Jessica 's slender fingers rubbed faster and harder.

"Look at you. Such a hot woman married you, but she doesn't give herself to you but gives herself to other men

so easily ." "She bullies you like this, and you just accept it passively."

I saw that Jessica's honeypot was beginning to glisten with lustful fluid, her petals looking very wet.

Jessica continued to rub. It seemed that what she had said to me was making her more and more excited. Jessica asked me to come to

the bedside and reached out her other hand to stroke my metal cage. Instantly, my penis swelled up, filling

the small space that was only a little over two inches long.

"Oh, you seem a little uncomfortable. Tonight is your big day, I'm going to

free you from this prison."

Jessica moved to the bedside, speaking to my penis as if to a child, "Poor little cock,

it must be so hard being locked up in there all day. Do you want to come out and play in my wet, soft, and warm pussy

for a while ? Do you? My pussy is ready to welcome you, just a little longer. Hopefully

, you'll remember tonight in the long days to come, little cock." Saying this, she took out the key, removed the iron cage, and gently played with my penis.

Jessica turned to me and said, "I hope you still remember how to fuck a woman! So much time has passed,

maybe you've completely forgotten how to fuck a woman's pussy, or even how to ejaculate! Of course, maybe you

haven't forgotten, just like riding a bicycle." She pinched my testicles with her red-painted nail polish.

"You see, this isn't a day or two, the last time you had sex was two years and one day ago. You must be

burning with desire now." " The last time I allowed you to ejaculate was two years ago! God, I just released a few hours ago,

but now I'm already burning with desire!!! Poor husband, you must be even more aroused than I am! Thank goodness

I'm not you!"

Then, Jessica commanded me: "Take off my shoes, then kiss my feet."

My wife lay reclining, eyes slightly closed, raising one of her shapely, delicate legs high.

I quickly knelt down, gently removing her high heels, and held her shimmering, silvery feet to

my chest against my chest and mouth, and I reverently accepted her trampling with my lips,

kissing her rounded, smooth toes. Jessica's hands, busy with their own pleasure, never stopped.

"Mmm... I'm warming you up, my dear husband. Tonight is my husband's big day, yes. He's

going to have sex with his wife for the first time since our marriage!" " Don't feel pressured. After all, intimacy

is the most beautiful and natural part of marriage. Generally, the first time isn't always perfect, but don't

worry , there will be another chance next year, I promise." Jessica giggled.

Now Jessica's petals were already wet. My penis was swollen and throbbing, anticipating the upcoming

climax.

"I want to give you my best, because you won't be able to fuck me again for a year, and I want this

to be a cherished memory for you. Poor husband, you've waited two whole years for this. After enduring one

teasing and rejection after another, I hope you can get complete satisfaction tonight. You understand me so well, and you're

so ."

Jessica's movements became more and more vigorous. Watching her masturbate, I also felt increasingly hot all over. Although she claimed that

she was warming up for both of us, I felt that she was only focused on her own enjoyment at this moment, not mine.

She seemed to be just a little bit away from reaching orgasm. I was extremely anxious because I knew two things would happen after Jessica's orgasm

: once she climaxed, she would completely lose interest in sex for a while,

and during this time she would be particularly harsh on me.

"You'd better pray I don't accidentally reach orgasm." "

Why?"

"Because, oh... oh... that won't do you any good..."

I kissed Jessica's feet even more passionately, hoping this would bring her mercy. I held her right foot

to my chest and sucked her toes even more vigorously. Unfortunately, my efforts seemed to have the opposite effect. When

Jessica and I looked at each other, and she saw me kneeling and servicing her toes, a

contemptuous .

At that very moment, Jessica began a powerful orgasm. She

screamed joyfully in the wild, long climax, her buttocks rising high as if floating in the air, her right foot crushing my face wantonly.

A few minutes later, Jessica said, "Mmm~, that orgasm was really good. Your mouth is more useful than you; my

toes are still a little numb." Jessica moaned softly in the afterglow of her orgasm. I held her

beautiful feet, kissing them gently, my penis erect, feeling waves of throbbing, yearning for her

command to enter me.

Jessica lazily opened her eyes and looked at me, a smile on her face that was both mocking and approving.

"I was just warming you up, but when you kissed my feet like that, I couldn't hold on any longer. You're so

useless! If you really like kissing my feet that much, then kiss them a little longer." Jessica laughed.

I didn't understand what Jessica meant; the safest thing to do now was to continue kissing her feet.

After Jessica kicked my lips away. She stared at me for a while and said, "Poor husband. You

almost got satisfied this time." Jessica

rolled over, propping herself up on her hands and legs, and lay face down on the bed, her round, plump

buttocks . She beckoned me closer, to press my face against her buttocks. I crawled forward half a step. Now, I felt that Jessica

had satisfied her sexual desires, while what belonged to me seemed to be getting further and further away.

Jessica's pink anus was only 15 centimeters in front of my face. Her tone was wicked and impatient, as if

all of this had suddenly become boring and disgusting to her. Jessica said to me lightly, "Let's

forget about sex this year. You can have other options. Now I allow you to smell and lick my asshole.

What do you think? I warmed up so thoroughly for you to fuck me, I'm so wet... I was just about to tell

you to fuck me... maybe I should have started 30 seconds earlier? The only problem is that I prepared too much,

and continued when I should have stopped... The result was such an intense orgasm. Now I don't want it at all,

not . If you remember what it feels like after an orgasm, I think you know there's a refractory period after an orgasm."

"Oh, I doubt you even remember that feeling. For you, it's been two years, isn't it?

"

As Jessica said this, I couldn't help but stare at her pink anus. Jessica raised

her hips slightly. I found that in this state, my possessed desire to submit was growing stronger.

"I just came, my ass wants you to lick it, and my pussy doesn't want to endure your cock. I'll give you

one minute to decide. You can shove your cock inside my pussy and fuck me for 15 minutes; or you can do

what I want you to do and give up the chance to fuck me until next year. Three years sounds pretty good, more fulfilling than two years."

"And you won't get nothing in return, I can let you lick my asshole—how long…

well, 5 minutes. That's pretty fair, isn't it? You know, not everyone who's fucked me gets the chance

to lick my asshole. Delaying fucking me for a year means you can kiss my asshole for 5 minutes! But it's all up to you. Right now,

I have absolutely no desire for you to fuck me, not even a little bit. After such a great orgasm and perfect

foot stimulation, I'm now waiting for you to lick my pretty little asshole. It's like dessert at a banquet—

my banquet. I'm waiting to see if you'll give up the chance to fuck my hot, wet pussy just to lick my little anus

. You know, that would be a wonderful gift from you to me." "

To be fair, now, put your nose close to my anus, smell it hard, and then make your

decision."

I brought my face even closer until the tip of my nose was almost touching Jessica's anus. I hesitated for a moment: to have sex with Jessica

—for the first time in two years; or to give up my greatest desire in life and submit to Jessica's ever-present need to lick her anus? I

could clearly smell the pungent odor emanating from Jessica's chrysanthemum.

In a disdainful tone, Jessica said, "Fuck me or lick my ass, I don't have time to wait all night."

Her tone made me shudder. I made my decision. I knew what I should do, I knew

what Jessica wanted me to do. I pressed my lips to Jessica's anus and kissed it passionately.

"Good girl!" Jessica said.

As I kissed and licked her anus, Jessica continued to mock me. "It's your fault, you

know . If you had told me not to masturbate, I would have stopped—if that were the case, you should be

fucking me hard right now, letting your cock feel the embrace of my pussy—and you shouldn't be sucking my

toes ." Jessica giggled. "Then, I gave you another chance to choose between fucking me or licking

my asshole. You chose to kiss my asshole.

You're so cheap, willing to give up your only chance to fuck me in two years just to kiss my asshole for five minutes! You deserve to have my asshole pressed against your mouth!" I

looked at the mirror on the bedside table and saw Jessica glancing at me with disdain.

Jessica's words made me worship her buttocks and anus even more fervently, and I trembled slightly. The more she

humiliated degraded me, the more enthusiastically I kissed her. Jessica sensed my excitement, glanced at

the clock on the bedside table, and said, "That's it. Only three minutes left, but I want to sleep.

I'm tired from ruining you all night."

I kissed Jessica's anus goodbye and then got into bed next to her. Jessica turned over,

pressing her face tightly against mine, my swollen penis only an inch away from her honeypot.

Jessica changed her tone. Her voice could shift between lewd and innocent, a

power she possessed. "Now, I allow you to place your little cock against my pussy. You can feel

how warm and wet it is. I want you to understand what you've missed."

I did as Jessica instructed, placing my cock at the entrance of her warm, moist honey pot. At that moment, I

felt an indescribable euphoria and an equal amount of pain. Perhaps I must admit, the pain was more intense.

Jessica gently kissed my forehead, cheeks, and earlobes. She knew this would make me weak all over.

Jessica ; she knew how to be gentle.

"Darling, I almost forgot something. Perhaps I should have told you sooner, before you made your decision. Oh,

I think I was too carried away and forgot to tell you the new rule I set for you, before you choose to give up

making love ." Jessica gently nibbled on my earlobe, and I felt myself melting like a snowman in the sunlight.

"You choose to give up making love with me." Although I really wanted you to give up, the final decision was yours. Before this,

I made a decision to change the rules. You're no longer just losing the right to have sex with me for a year; from now

on, you've permanently lost that right. I thought I should have told you this new rule before you made your choice, but I

forgot, um.” Jessica continued to kiss me gently.

“I thought that after two years without having sex with your wife, you would be unwavering, but after everything,

you still completely submit to me. Besides, this rule was originally designed to urge you to make the right choice

. When I gave you two choices to tease you, you shouldn't have fallen for it at all; you should have just

done what . I really regret not telling you in time; it was wrong not to tell others about this preventative rule. Well,

I guess this counts as learning as you live.” Jessica rubbed her petals against my penis. “Poor husband,

never received any release, right?”

Jessica's jade buttocks moved up and down, rubbing against my penis from her clitoris to her labia.

“But you said you wanted me to lick your anus instead of having sex with you.” "You said you wanted me to make sacrifices for you!

" I pleaded desperately.

"That was a test, a test of how much you wanted to fuck me, and a test of whether you still

had any manhood left. You failed at both. From now on, you're not allowed to fuck me anymore, permanently. I gave

you a chance to act like a husband, to act like a man, but you refused. I gave you a chance to give

me the feeling of being a woman, the feeling of being your wife, but you proved you were a complete coward. You made

me turn you into a eunuch; in essence, you're no different from a eunuch now. Now you have to live like this.

From now on, your penis is no longer allowed to be used for sexual pleasure; it's no longer a symbol of manhood or a treasure,

but a symbol of humiliation. From now on, you no longer enjoy the treatment of my husband, no longer enjoy the treatment of a man.

Now, I feel the real fun is just beginning." Jessica laughed loudly.

Jessica's tone was like a mother to a frustrated child: "Poor little thing, he hasn't had a good life since marrying this slutty

wife ! This isn't fair!" She's so selfish, not allowing him the same happiness as her,

blowing away his future joys, simply because of laziness and greed; whoever makes the mistake,

he has to bear the punishment! It's not fair at all, is it?" Jessica rubbed my nipple, mischievously

pinching it hard with her sharp red nails.

"If you knew beforehand that the price of submitting to my tyranny was never being able to have sex again, that would be

fairer, wouldn't it?"

I nodded.

"Yes or no!"

"Yes."

"The poor husband only ever obeys his wanton wife, doesn't he?" "

Yes."

"Does she punish him as she pleases?"

"Yes."

"Does the husband love his wife?"

"Yes."

"Is the husband's desire for his wife really that strong?"

"Yes."

"Does the husband love his wife more when she abuses him?" "

Yes."

"Does the husband love his wife more the worse she is?"

"Yes."

"The husband knows he can never have an orgasm or make love with his wife, huh?" "

Yes."

"Poor husband, his wife gets whatever she wants, but he gets nothing."

"Yes."

"Tell me, how much do you love me?"

"I adore you. No one loves you more than I do."

Jessica sat up. "Put my shoes on."

I knelt before the bed, picking up Jessica's high heels one by one, wanting to put them on her feet.

“Now it’s time to put you back inside.” Jessica used her toes to lift her shoe and step on my chest,

then shoved her foot into the shoe. “To calm you down, I’m going to kick your dick. It’s sure

to work. Let’s try it. Lie down, get ready.” I lay prone on the ground, looking back at Jessica. Jessica

got up and walked behind me. “Spread your legs.” Then, she raised her left foot and kicked quickly. The hard

toe of her shoe struck between my thigh and scrotum, a sharp pain accompanied by the force of the impact. I struggled to maintain my balance.

Then , Jessica raised her right leg and kicked my penis hard. My vision began to blur,

and the last thing I could see was the alluring change in the shape of the muscles on Jessica’s white thigh…

“Poor husband. Get up, it’s not over yet.”

My vision was blurry as I struggled to sit up. Jessica skillfully put a chastity belt on me, then sat

back down on the edge of the bed. “I bet when you married me you never imagined your little brother would be locked

in an iron cage almost every moment. All you thought about was your beautiful wife’s pussy. But I think in a sense, this

cage is your second self; it’s safe and secure, protecting you, and I bet you feel good about it. With it,

maybe you don’t even like your wife’s pussy anymore? It’s always wet, soft, and warm, unlike

that cage, cold, hard, and so restrictive. I think you should now see this cage as your

wife. You should be loyal to your caged wife, right? If I feel uncomfortable having sex with you, your

caged wife will definitely feel betrayed, won’t she? How can you treat it like this?”

Jessica sat up straight, spread her legs, and made me kneel before her. Just like at the beginning of tonight, she said to my

little penis, “Poor little dick, unable to get into my warm, wet pussy, and even kicked hard.”

From now on, it will never again experience the feeling of being inside its wife. Oh, poor little cock.

As she said "little," she clicked the lock shut, locking me and my caged wife together,

then rubbing her honeypot against the imprisoned little cock. Jessica giggled; she knew I could

still .

"Alright, goodnight, you two, stay calm." Jessica smiled and kissed my face all over before going to bed

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